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Life is one strange daily experience. One day you could be enjoying a nice cup of tea in a coffee shop in Vienna, the other could have you on the brink of death in an alleyway.

You could have all weeks, months and years planned out so delicately in your head, and it takes but one finger of fate to turn it all into a pile of crumpled sticky notes overflowing the trashcan.

It all sounds pessimistic, but that's reality. At least that is to the investigator Semmelweis that now resides in a magical suitcase.

From getting a disease that strapped a ticking timebomb on her life to losing almost everyone she'll ever know to finally turning into a vampire with the help of some annoying Manus vampire. 

If you asked her to make a biography, she'd have it done when you're well dead.

Now, Semmelweis sits at a dining table, a cup on a ceramic saucer on her right and a piece of toast on the left. The morning glory brightly shining just behind the walls.

She's not sure why what prompted her to get up so early given the time for her leisure that day, but her body refused to stay still in her bed for any longer.

The only time she gets to take an undisturbed break, and her body rejects it. She had truly lost it.

The vampire could only take a frustrated sip of her tea, clanking it with a bit of force on her teeth, sending an uncomfortable wave.

She sets it down immediately, just her luck. Taking a handkerchief, she wipes the few droplets that are racing to spread throughout the table. 

It wasn't the start she expected, she ought to keep the bar in hell apparently.

Semmelweis takes in a breath. She has to relax just for today, perhaps even have a chat with an old friend's apprentice. Read a book or simply enjoy the quiet.

Her nerves begin to soothe itself but the moment she tilts her head up to glance in front of her, it goes back to the tense annoyance.

A gargoyle and a red headed knight has taken the seats right across from her, softly chatting as they prepare their breakfast.

Her eyes could gaze at each movement of their fingers tracing their plate, utensils and soon one another's knuckles.

They don't even bother to be subtle with each glance, acting as if they're in a play of a domesticated, loving home and she's some house cat in the corner.

Her hands set her own meal properly once again, going back to her morning routine as her mind tries to ignore what's in front of her.

Taking a bite of her toast, her grip was so tight it had near crumple like a piece of paper. Just breathe Semmelweis, they aren't that terrible.

From the corner of her eye, she could spot Marsha leaning close to Sentinel's ear, whispering a sentence that quickly burned the corner of her partner's ears. The sly tug of her lips didn't go unnoticed.

Simple flirting. What is this, a date?

Semmelweis tries to take another sip of tea, wrapping two fingers over and lifting the handle to her lips. Feeling the warm, subtle sweetness of her drink, it nearly drowned out all sorrow. Nearly.

Her eyes had to forcibly open and catch a glance of Sentinel breathing in courage as she gravitated over the medic instead, lips hovering over one another- a standstill in the air before an invisible push made them connect.

The tea suddenly felt scorching down her throat as it closed all too suddenly, the vampire was left gagged. She sets down her cup as hastily as she could, surprisingly not clattering over the saucer and simply making one clink noise.

She places her arms on the table, her hands covering her face as her elbows support her hanged head. Semmelweis didn't care if they took notice, her tea suddenly felt bitter.

The small appetite that she already had has ceased as it seemed that even a simple breakfast is doomed to fall into ruin within her life. It wouldn't be so bothersome if…huh?

A spark of realization had her hands fall silent, the ceramic plate reflecting the red glint of confusion.

Why is she so bothered by it? Why affection specifically?

What made such a display so…irritable? And why does this specific couple make her feel as if it could tear a nerve from her skin?

So many questions resurfaced and quickly sank back down as her attention was torn by a few breathless chuckles.

It wasn't directed to the vampire specifically, it was to each other. The two acted like high school sweethearts, chatting low under their breaths, eyes half-lidded as the serenity of their scenery seemed to lull them into a false reality.

The boldness and carelessness had grown, finally being comfortable with the status of where their relationship lies. Closeness that one could dream in the predicament they live in.

This dining table has turned into a cafe, and Semmelweis is the unfortunate observer of this date. 

They didn't present any more big gestures, only the medic feeding her lover a piece of pancake with her fork. Which the latter bashfully took in her mouth.

Alright, that's enough.

She slams her palms on the table, startling the couple. Before one could utter a word of apologies or simple greeting, the vampire takes her plate and tea, and storms off to set them in the sink and back into the halls she went. Ignoring the stare of attention.

Perhaps the lounging area of the suitcase would be a better place to try and relax. 

Semmelweis passed by many arcanists, some in pairs, some alone, like her. She doesn't mind having no one, she's grown accustomed to it with each passing storm.

Companionship, a rewarding yet difficult relationship to maintain. In her life at least.

The underlying questions from earlier began to surge again. Reflection isn't what she's used to, metaphorically and literally. Just simply move on from one point to the next.

Before her mind could ponder farther, her arm is violently bumped into another, pushing her torso to the side.

The investigator grabbed the back of the runaway's collar almost instinctively, gaining a yelp.

“Ow! Sorry sorry.” An orange haired girl quickly apologized, her feet coming into a sudden stop, still facing ahead in pure focus like an energized puppy.

“Has no one ever told you to not run in the halls?”

Her tone stern and firm, causing the young soldier to droop her head low from the scolding. Her cheeks puffing up slightly.

Yet her voice seemed to have an after effect as Lopera dropped her pouting act after a second or two, blankly staring at the ground. Recognition flashing in her mind.

She adjusted her hat before looking at her directly.

“Wait, you're one of Lorelei's friends right?”

Semmelweis raised a brow at the mention of the girl, letting go of her collar and crossing her arms.

“Yes, that I am.”

No one asks about Lorelei often, aside from the opera singer or the Timekeeper specifically. 

This caused the younger to straighten up with glee, eyes shining wildly as if sparkling firecrackers. 

“Oh that's great! Do you know where she is?” She inches as close as she could, standing on her tiptoes to reach the vampire's vibrant eyes.

If she had a tail, it would be wagging hard.

“Why do you need to know?”

She places a question in front of her, which leaves the young soldier to twirl her thumbs around each other.

“I wanted to talk to her, that's all.”

Semmelweis doesn't miss the way her cheeks flush with a soft hue pink. Irises dilate slightly like an unfocused camera lens.

She bites back a sigh.

“Just to talk?”

“Yes! I swear!”

Her voice raises a higher pitch as she makes her declaration. She was getting desperate and Semmelweis was getting tired.

There's no winning with puppy love.

She gives in a defeated sigh.

“Shes either near the lake or at her room. You'll hear her singing a mile away.”

The information she provides was more than enough for Lopera to start bolting away, but before her feet could kick off, she gives one resolute salute.

“Thank you, Miss Semmelweis!”

Her hair flurries in the wind, kicking off like a bullet towards the entrance of the wilderness. 

Once again she was left alone. This is proving to be difficult.

She sets her sight to the lounge, walking with a quick stride to avoid any more hindrances on her way. 

The lounge within the suitcase is a spacious area with seats, bookshelves and a good amount of tables. It was almost always packed with people, passing by or simply waiting for someone.

The windows illuminated a warm glow on the wood floors, a sweet summer day for a growing community. Not much for vampires or the infected but she'll take what she can get.

Her eyes fixate on an empty seat at the corner, a soft, small sofa perfect for a fatigued traveler. A small, round table accompanies it.

Before taking her seat, the investigator first strolls over a neighboring bookshelf, letting her fingers glide through the array of books and novels before landing on a peculiar color.

A muted green and yellow, her index finger trailed over its leather covering, dancing like a leaf under a breeze.  

She pulls it close to her palm, flipping it over for the cover to face her. The title barely intrigued her, just another story of unrequited love- just the story she wants. Definitely.

She made this much of an effort to pick it out, it would be a shame to shove it back in. Begrudgingly, she grips it firm and carries it over to the lone seat.

Semmelweis sinks back into the soft cushion, letting an inch of her back be swallowed by the smooth leather. Her earlier unease is soon soothed.

She sets the book at eye level, her shoulders sagging as she begins to skim through the first page. As always, it begins with a predictable hook: the main lead is in a difficult situation and is in need of saving.

Preferably from an enemy.

A bit cliche isn't it? To be saved and cared for by a villain you so despise. Semmelweis couldn't help but bite the inside of her cheek as she recalls a series of events.

Valentina.

That irritating attitude, smooth words and a tinge of empathy from a Manus member no less. Even if it was her own efforts that got her through surviving her illness, she couldn't deny that the vampire helped as well.

She acts as if they're acquaintances, like they're close friends just because of her sacrifice.

She's dumber than she looks, foolish, infuriating- she couldn't help but admire her boldness.

Even asking her of the impossible, joining Manus Vindictae, joining her.

Her fingers tensed around the edges of the page, turning a small part of the paper in on itself. 

She could never imagine being with such scum. Even when the Foundation isn't as pristine as it seemed, at least some had morality.

The world isn't so black and white. What could she know about her intentions?

Before her hands could unconsciously rip out a page out of frustration, loud chatter tore her out of the trance.

“Come Nala! I found the perfect gemstone for you!”

"W-wait, hold on-”

Soft vibrations coursed through her feet and chair as the chimera stomped eagerly on the floor, unconsciously dragging the poor succubus with her on the arm.

They both faced one another as if initiating a dance.

"Hold on a moment Nautika, just, calm down for a second.” Nala is released from her grip in an instant, which she takes the chance to hold her palms.

Nautika freezes, her eyes solely for the succubus as she's tranced by her presence. 

Nala gives her hands a firm squeeze, giggling lightly at her expression.

“There, isn't it better to hold my hand than dragging me along?”

The chimera's brows creases into an apologetic expression, eyes glossy with worry. 

“Oh, I didn't realize I was dragging you, I'm sorry, Nala.” Her large table drooped and swayed limply from side to side.

 If it weren't from the fact that a large part of it was next to where she sits, Semmelweis wouldn't have moved to the very side of the couch.

Nala instantly blurts out a flustered reassurance.

“Oh no no, it's alright! It wasn't painful as it was endearing. It just really knocked the wind out of me is all!”

She tried her best to sound confident but it fell short in the end, her own tail curling on its end.

Nautika takes in a breath, her wings softly unfurling with new found resolution. 

“Then, let me make it up to you. Come, ride me.”

“What!?”

Semmelweis choked on her own spit, silently coughing in the corner.

The succubus was left in a more incomprehensible state, lips stuttering as her cheeks flared red. Nautika only looks at her with innocent genuineity.

“I- Nautika! Wording?!”

The latter tilts her head in confusion, squinting her eyes as her mind begins to connect the dots of her implications. This only left the poor woman to take her hands away, hesitant to explain.

Her lips freezed in the air as the thoughts quickly overwhelmed her throat, not managing to squeak one word. She seals them shut with a tight line.

The vampire still suffers in the corner. How dense does love make you, truly?

A beat and two, and a light bulb finally sparks into the chimera's mind, it burns through her cheeks and neck instantly.

Her arms flailed wildly in front of her face.

“No-! wait- what I meant was to ride on my back. Not- not that I promise…oh forgive me mother spirit.”

She soon buries her face into her palms, silently muttering within its crevices. If you squint, you could see a trail of smoke off the top of her head.

The two are faced with an awkward standoff, all flustered and embarrassed like they're merely teenagers hitting puberty. One of them is a succubus for Christ sake.

The cough lodged within her throat finally ends as Semmelweis takes in a deep breath of air. She casted a glare at the two.

Though, she once again goes unnoticed, the background character for every romance scene. Truthfully, this role is getting tiresome.

After a time of tense silence, Nala finally takes the first initiative to break off their embarrassed flames.

“It's alright. Do mind your wording next time, darling.” 

Nautika nodded slowly like the obedient puppy that she is- Semmelweis is starting to see a pattern, and she doesn't like it.

The succubus kicks her right heel softly at the ground, still in thought of what she had earlier said.

“So…is that offer still available?”

Nautika tilts her head to the side.

“Huh? What offer?”

Her aloofness shone too bright, causing the latter to release a chuckle.

“To ride on your back. I mean, my feet are hurting a bit.”

“Oh! Of course!”

Nautika doesn't waste a second helping Nala get on her back, laying flat on her belly and curling her tail as a makeshift footstool for an easier mount.

Nala felt as if she's a princess being assisted into her carriage. The room smelled sweet.

Once she properly adjusted herself, the chimera stands up with new found pride. Her tail whips quickly with joy.

Too bad it doesn't reciprocate on what she hits. The vampire in the corner barely inched away as the tip of her tail smacked the book straight off the table, making it fly swiftly and lodging it into the wall.

“Hey! Watch it!”

Her voice finally becomes clear to the couple's ears, flinching back slightly at her sudden remark.

Nala flashed a glare but after witnessing the state the vampire was in, her brows quickly furrowed in apology.

“Sorry Semmelweis! I'll be more careful next time.”

Nautika bows her head as much as she could, hands clamped together as she offers the most sincere apology to her teammate.

The chimera was indeed terrifying in size, but her personality made it difficult for even Semmelweis to be mad for long periods of time.

Even she could only give out an exhausted exhale.

“You better keep your word.”

One nod later and the two were off, to a journey far from the lobby which the floors slightly shook from the chimera's hooves. 

It's as though they're riding into the sunset. A very dim one.

Another lovely scene, Semmelweis is near to throwing up.

Third time is the charm is what they say, hopefully this would be the last time she has to play matchmaker.

Looking at her right, the book is still stuck to the wall like glue, the concrete gives in like bedding and makes a perfect mold.

She wonders if she had to be the one to pay for the damages. Definitely not.

Her heels clicked the floor as she stepped to receive her poor novel. Its once clean cover is now stained with gray dust, covering even its pages.

She brushes all debris off, ignoring the hole in the wall. She realigns the table and takes a seat on the soft couch once again.

Before Semmelweis went back into reading, she whips her head back and forth to the two entrances, surveying any movement of two people.

No footsteps, no chatter, nobody. There is nobody in the halls.

She squints hard, making sure her observations are correct. It was clear. All clear.

The fatigued investigator finally lets herself lean back to relax, taking in a deep, heavy breath before slowly exhaling.

Semmelweis opens to the page she had just been reading before the untimely distraction. Familiar flow of words and sentences course through her vision as half of her mind is immersed in the book.

The characters had just met with the man landing above his supposed enemy, pinning her down on the floor. Their eyes meet in an intense aggravated glare. 

Of course the poor lady wants to be free from his grasp, but she couldn't help but be taken in by tension, his jaw seeming sharper from below, eyes glinting like silver.

“Seriously, just kick him in the groin.” Semmelweis mutters under her breath, not wanting to imagine herself in such a situation.

Her eyes drift downward as she's caught up in how this issue would be resolved. But just as the female lead was about to make her choice to struggle and escape,

“Miss Semmelweis.”

a call to her name breaks her interest out.

Peeking up from reading, a young vigiles officer stands straight, hands behind her back.

Seriously, can she be left alone for even five minutes?

“What is it?”

She doesn't bother to hide her grumpiness behind her still expression. This seemed to have no effect on the young officer.

“My apologies if I had disturbed you, but Miss Verity wishes to have an interview with you.”

An interview? This early? She wouldn't be that insane to ask that. 

She swallows a gargle of a scream, keeping her calm composure. Surely those UTTU journalists know better than to ask that much of her during her break.

“At what time exactly?”

“She asks that it be now.”

Semmelweis snaps her book shut and quick, her fingers getting the urge to throw it across the room. Her eye twitches.

“Why all of a sudden?”

Liang Yue tensed up further seeing the vampire's state, not sure on how to calm the situation down so she offers an honest answer.

“I'm not so sure as well, I was only given the information to inform you.” Behind her stoic facade, there was a falter of awkwardness and helplessness.

Still, she kept a brave face.

Semmelweis juggled on her thoughts, she was indeed seething from a sudden shift in her schedule but there's little that could be done. She can't avoid any interactions for today, fine, she'll give in.

She doesn't want the poor vigiles officer to deal with more work anyways. She has decency, unlike some people.

The investigator pinches the bridge of her nose, brows nearly creased together as she lets all frustration reach a boiling point.

Liang Yue was about to awkwardly reach a hand out and ask her to calm down but it seemed she hesitated a bit too long. Not wanting to unclasp her palms behind her back.

Fortunately for her, Semmelweis seemed to have repressed the steam for now. Letting it settle at the back of her nerves as she looks at her with a neutral expression.

She places the book onto the table, silently reminding herself to put it back if she comes back to it still remaining here.

“Alright. I'll get going.”

She could see the relief release from the young officer's tense shoulders, giving a thankful nod.

With it, a sound of crinkling plastic teases her ears.

An underlying sense of curiosity surges the vampire.

"What's behind your back?”

It catches Liang Yue off her feet, her once sharp tone  tone turning into a stumbling explanation.

“Uhm, it's…just a gift, for a friend.”

Semmelweis gave her a knowing look and she unexpectedly caved into pressure. Looking sheepishly to the side as she brought her hands in front of her.

Revealing a bundle of cookies within a soft plastic cover. It shines golden and takes the shape of rabbits and cats.

How adorable, really.

"A friend?”

“Yes ma'am.”

She looks up at her with her usual facade, albeit softer than usual. The tip of her ears grew slightly red but she didn't seem to notice.

Semmelweis didn't want to pry further and was about to take the first step to end the conversation, but Liang Yue stopped her with a request.

“Uhm, Miss Semmelweis, may I ask you a question?”

“Hm?”

She turns her head.

“Do you know where to find lady Satsuki?”

Ah. There it is.

If being an investigator meant having to be a tracker for anyone she meets, she would've taken a different career path.

She bites down any form of resentment or malice as this girl in front of her had been more tolerable than the past encounters, so she takes a breath and gives a weak smile.

“I saw her back in the dining area, if you hurry, she may still be there.”

She recalls passing the small figure by, too caught up by her earlier frustrations to focus.

The young officer immediately perks up, gripping the cookies in her hands tighter with joy. 

She gives her an appreciative bow,

"Thank you Maa-”

“Don't mention it.”

Before she could finish her thanks, Semmelweis had already walked off. Not without giving her a pat on the shoulder.

She could feel the girl's stare of silent shock behind her, but she doesn't pay any mind.

Semmelweis had already played cupid long enough. And she's out of arrows and energy.

So she walks to the suitcase’s spiraling staircase, the exit being so close.

She prepares herself for another round of trouble outside, the sooner she gets it done, the better. 

So she exits with a new found determination.

And seething rage.

The interview went as great as she expected it to go, which is much less to be desired.

While she simply sat in a private room with the well known UTTU journalist in front of her, the questions were more or less the same as what she braced herself for. Personal. General. And a bit offensive.

How often does she crave blood? Is there a difference in the different blood types? How does she feel since Greta's passing?

The final question quickly snapped her into a sudden state of stillness. It had been months but the wound is one that'll never be healed, even if she doesn't give much of a show.

Semmelweis was about to give a snappy remark before her bark came in weak, losing its steam as a wave of unforeseen emotions crashed with fire.

Her eyes fell to the floor as thoughts began to connect with one another, to the best they could.

The scene left Verity amused, curling up a smug smile as her pen drifted across the page.

Greta's death had been a strange one, she hadn't grieved like her poor apprentice or her alcoholic brother, but it wasn't as if she was stone cold when she heard the news.

She had been the closest she could call a friend after all the storms they've witnessed, the final standing pillar from those fallen.

A grumpy, serious and focused driven woman, an ideal investigator even with her mess of a hair. She gave her a comb once, she looked the least amused, “I'm burning this at your funeral” she said while pointing it at her like a kitchen knife.

She gave a chuckle back then, fiddling with the spoon in her tea.

“Then you should use it while you can.”

She last saw the comb in Greta's empty office, its teeth's end subtly roughed- seemed she did use it after all.

Semmelweis had expected herself to die before reaching the ripe age of twenty, hadn't accepted it back then though.

Now here she is standing with the foundation, with more years to count than all her bones combined.

She could hear her old friend lecturing her on how fortunate she is that she'll still see the evolution of arcanists and perhaps the end of the storm. To see it in a more optimistic view that she lives. That she'll be able to take care of Marcus.

Wow. That's uncharacteristic of her.

Semmelweis gave a silent chuckle as she walked down the spiraling stairs of the suitcase. Trailing the handrails with bitterness.

Sorry Greta, looks like my memory of you is a bit blurry.

She still had a care in her body even when she gave a stoic stare, barking orders meant to protect anyone but her. 

That closeness, that affection behind her cold words, the banter she allowed herself to indulge. 

It was a general definition of a friendship, a very close one. It's one that she now softly despised.

Romantic or platonic otherwise.

Semmelweis had never been a fan of therapy, but while in the interview, she couldn't help but express what's been itching behind her bitterness.

That longing in grief, for an impossible hope of having to have one final banter, even a goodbye.

“Greta's death is stuck to me like a tumor. It's not something easy to pluck out, nor is it something I can do with my own fingers.”

She stares ahead at the journalist's twinkling gaze, the urge to punch the smirk off her face long forgotten.

“She had been the last to I've seen as a true friend of mine. It was the best and worst mistake of my life to get attached to anyone in this unstable world.”

“But it's a mistake I wouldn't bargain anything for. Hah, I now fully understand why Greta hated seeing couples in the cafeteria, no matter how rare they may be.”

There is a soft tug at her lips, reminiscing over those rare mornings, breakfast in the cafeteria while Greta and her eyes a couple feeding each other a piece of toast. 

The way the older investigator would irk like a father after a hangover staring at his kid's whimsiness. 

She did look like a divorced father.

“Grief brought us together from what I can say, and it became the last gift she gave me.”

She never did return, that fits in the description.

It's the most she's been vulnerable, as much as she's despising it, it's undeniable the clarity it brings.

Verity's smile softens uncharacteristically, a hint of empathy behind those eyes. She places the notebook on her lap, gazing far into the pages.

“I understand what you mean. I too lost something once, someone even.”

She takes her words back, being vulnerable was a mistake, Semmelweis is the last person fit to listen to someone else's woes.

She gives a sheepish look, but before the UTTU journalist could utter a word out, a scream muffled by the door passes through.

“AHHHHHH!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”

Semmelweis could pinpoint the voice of a certain editor that had a sheep for a head, but before her mind could truly process-

Crash 

A window shattered and muffled yells of worry and shock erupted.

The vampire gives her interviewer a side eye.

‘Just what did you put her through?’

Semmelweis shakes the thought from her head, fortunately, Barbara was fine even after jumping four stories down.

Someone should do a wellness check for those in UTTU. Better yet, the entire Foundation staff.

Her feet drags her back into the lounge room, still empty but with traces of activity. She squints to see that the book she once left on the corner table has disappeared. Shame, she had half a mind to read it.

The glaring sunlight coursing through the window gives the hint of the afternoon. Still enough time to take advantage of her break.

This time, she doesn't head for the lonely corner, instead she plops down on the long couch in the center, not caring about the open space.

Exhaustion dissipates the moment her body falls into the seat, arms wide at the back rest as she throws her head back.

Semmelweis closes her eyes shut, it has been a stressful morning, emotionally taxing is a better term. She just wants to rest.

Just for 30 minutes, she'll take a nap.

Her breathing slows with time, consciousness slowly slipping off her grasp as the solace of unconscious cradles her mind.

An afternoon nap never hurts.

“Wow, I didn't think I'd actually see you slacking off.”

A sarcastic tease breaks her concentration entirely, bringing the investigator back to reality with a leash.

She embraces the darkness a bit longer.

“You have no idea how terrible this morning has been.”

The scientist behind her just gives an ear piercing whistle, finally ripping her away from the comforting attempt of rest.

Her teammate, if you could call them that, gives her a knowing look.

“You say that every morning. Unfortunately, I'm about to be the bringer of bad news. So buckle up.”

Semmelweis could only give a defeated look, eyes sagged as she braced herself for another round of unwanted tasks.

She might have to throw herself out a window as well.

“Oh don't be so dramatic, at least it isn't staying in Laplace with the shit heads that run the place.”

“Just get to the point, Medicine Pocket.”

They give a scoff, tilting their neck slightly.

“Alright alright, you're impatient. The Timekeeper asked the Bloodtithe team to take care of something, something about critters.”

Semmelweis pushes herself to straighten up, raising a brow. 

“Critters? How much of a threat are these pesky creatures?”

Bloodtithe is a special unit under the Timekeeper's autonomy that deals with the most danger. Given each member's abilities, when synchronized together, it makes for an intimidating powerhouse.

To ask of them just for critters, have the Manus turned them into something more grotesque?

Medpoc only shrugged their shoulders, looking as clueless as she was.

“Hey, I'm just the messenger. Between you and me, I think she did finally turn cuckoo.”

The vampire snickered under her breath, she respects the Timekeeper fully but she can't deny that she was an interesting little rascal, when she's not actively hiding behind her top hat.

“But orders are orders. Maybe she'll finally give me a raise if I act like an obedient little puppy.”

“You should probably be careful with those words, her assistant might hear.”

Medicine Pocket barks out a laugh, twirling their Beagle 0-1 Fluid Analysis Apparatus with the flick of their wrist. 

Of course the timekeeper's assistant is most likely at her side right now, being the epitome of loyalty besides the drunk Zeno pilot.

That undying loyalty is nearly sickening.

Semmelweis gets up from her supposed rest, stretching her stiff arms for blood and a hint of adrenaline to start passing through her veins. 

The sooner they get this job done, the sooner she can go to sleep.

“Even so- let's just get this over with.”

“Couldn't agree more.”

They share a unanimous agreement, despite their usual sarcastic teasing, the beagle's constant retort has calmed most of the curses she would have spewed at the Foundation or God for that matter.

In an odd way, the sense of comradery is just right. Just like before.

Not too close, not too far, just within reach to be able to talk casually with.

She smiles. Medicine Pocket shivers.

“Smiling doesn't fit you, go back to being broody.”

“I hope you get infected, Medicine Pocket.”

“Hah! Kill yourself.”

They walk towards the exit, their teammates just on the other side of reality. Maybe this afternoon won't be so bad.

Talk about curling the monkey's paw, she was no more of a fool to believe that fate wouldn't stick its foot out to make her fall.

Now here Semmelweis stands, on solid, rough terrain as carbuncles of all sizes run circles around her. 

Rushing like smoke to firing bullets, they had become more of a nuisance to deal with. She could barely dodge one lunging at her feet.

Still, they withheld their footing, her teammates much too skilled to some lowly critters. 

Another incantation rips from her tongue, firing at an unsuspecting carbuncle. Its fur flowing into the late afternoon air as its body dissipates like dandelion.

Bullets, arcane spikes and a scientist's gun, all proved too powerful for their opponents. Semmelweis could almost laugh at their opponents' futile attempts.

Annoying but all too easy. Too simple.

Something felt off, the Timekeeper wouldn't send in one of her strongest units to deal with simple carbuncles. Even to her, it was far too much of an overkill.

It had either been a sleep deprived mistake or intentional.

Even as they tore to each wave with ease, their guards remained tense. She could see it all in their quick glancing gaze, something is bound to be a challenge.

The field is open, there is no place to hide. Perhaps it's paranoia gnawing on her nerves that each footstep made her body flinch.

Calm down Semmelweis, you've fought worse.

Another carbuncle is flung with little effort, she takes a breath of relief. The wave has thinned, and no more is coming from the still quietness from a distance. Only the blasts of incantations moved freely in the air.

The vampire takes the chance to stretch her arms. Perhaps Vertin did make an error-

Crack.

Before her train of thought could be complete, the ground beneath her had formed a line beneath her feet. But what was ahead made her take a tentative step back.

A giant carbuncle had locked eyes with her, standing at a similar height as the chimera, its eyes glinted gold, sharp with a hunter's glare. 

With how its fur is flared on its ends, an attack is inevitable.

Before she could throw an incantation in its path, the beast had already opened its jaw wide, a vibrant glow that rivaled that of the flaming rock above them nested deep in its throat.

A blinding flash is what came after. Too fast to process. Too large to dodge. 

She stood as a deer caught in headlights.

To vampires, this would be certain death.

 Hah. What a dumb death.

“Semmelweis!”

A scream of her name and the entire world tumbled into her head. Her body twisted and spun with a sudden, heavy force.

Her vision went into a blur, all colors smudging into a messy painting of a scene. Then, she felt the rough edges of the ground tore through the fabrics of her sleeves, scraping though the utmost later of skin.

Semmelweis felt as if she was in a tumbleweed flowing through the violent winds. Far too dizzying to be comprehensible.

Perhaps this was the path to hell.

Finally, it all stops. The vampire pinched her eyes shut, her organs still felt all too shaken. A bile rises up her throat but she begrudgingly swallows.

Breathe in. Breathe out. The ringing stopped.

She could hear the roar of the beast and the charge of her teammates, the heavy attacks vibrating through the land below.

There had also been a second pair of lungs breathing with her. Was it…

How she wished to lie down forever, but her morals clashed with her intrusiveness. She had to get up.

She opens her eyes. 

It was blinding at first, the sudden light of day made her flinch back. Soon, a groan emitted nearby and a shadow is casted upon her face. 

She squints to make out a clear image: pale skin, glinting silver eyes and a sharp jaw…wait. Wait.

Semmelweis blinks. The headgear of a familiar gargoyle paints the full, clear picture in front of her.

Sentinel exhales. The vampire under her stared with a blank, wide stare.

She didn't look in pain, rather just exhausted, slightly battered. Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.

Her arms pinned her down low to the ground, Semmelweis' own legs in-between hers. In a far context, this would be romanticized by squealing school girls, but right now, this is nothing more than a high joke from God.

She recalled the scene of the novel she read earlier and her throat closed. Sentinel had been way too close to her face, the tip of her nose barely touching hers.

The tension still hadn't disappeared, only now it's for a totally different reason. Her mind shouldn't have taken a nosedive into an uncomfortable thought but it did. 

Not the time to think Semmelweis, there's a carbuncle wanting your head.

An instinct sprang into her mind but before her knee could give the kick, she remembers that they're both women. Still, she readies herself.

She finally makes a reasonable decision and calls her out.

“Sentinel, get off me.”

It seemed to break the sniper out of her exhausted haze, now staring directly into her soul with a raised brow. 

The intense glare made Semmelweis inch the back of her head deeper into the soil, planting it deep as much as she could.

She could map out each stone patch on her cheeks, she could smell the hint of cinnamon and faint honey off the collar of her uniform. Her confusion made her seem so aloof and charming- it's all too dizzying.

Her hands give a nudge to the gargoyle's shoulders, gritting her teeth. 

“Sentinel. Off.”

The force made her teammate aware too suddenly, her mouth opening in retaliation before slackening as she took in her flustered expression.

But that wasn't what she was focused on.

It was that of a position she's grown accustomed to in very few yet special nights. Arms pinning a body down and her legs apart- a quiet squeak leaks from her throat.

This is the least appropriate time nor is it the right person.

Sentinel scurries in getting up, knees nearly buckling down as she gets up far too quickly. The tip of her ears now deep red with embarrassment.

She awkwardly reaches out a hand, like a grand, humble savior to a damsel in distress. 

Semmelweis was no damsel. Her mind has taken too much of a toll to give a proper response to her silent offer.

Simply, the investigator stands up, brushes off the dust on the fabric of her dress and storms off in utter silence. Leaving an unanswered hand still hesitantly floating for her.

She had enough of life's shenanigans for the day. She would not be subjected to forced romance. 

The chimera's worried call fell on deaf ears, she could only look at the ground deep in thought. A snicker is what brought her head to look up.

“Well, I didn't know you two were close like that. I nearly threw up.”

Medicine Pocket stood with a hand on their waist, a sly smirk etched on their lips.

“I didn't know you had it in you to be a homewrecker.”

“I will shove a muzzle down your throat.”

Medicine Pocket raised their hands in the air, mimicking fear and defeat but still wore a shit eating smile.

“Sorry Semmelweis, I'm not into that. We are just work colleagues after all.”

The investigator has had it with the scientist’s sarcastic spewing, it wouldn't hurt to give a punch to the jaw. It wouldn't hurt but upsetting Nautika would open a new can of worms.

She doesn't want to be held in the collar like some stray cat.

So, Semmelweis clicks her tongue, walking past them, making sure her shoulder clashes with the other. It barely affected the dog, just a small bark of complaint.

Looking to her left, the giant carbuncle seemed to have long been defeated, pins of familiar arcane spikes lodged within the ground.

Giving credit where it's due, Nautika did most of the heavy lifting in the final stretch.

Time has slipped from her mind as the sky adapted into a deep orange hue, the singing of sparrows subsequently quieter, replaced by the hawk of a few crows.

She takes in the scent of the ending daylight, for a moment, peace has finally arrived.

She could go home early. She will go home early.

One step and a wave of dizziness nearly knocked her off her feet, knees staggering to keep her upright and balanced. She hadn't checked for lingering injuries, not that she had to.

“Hey! Get back here for a minute!”

A rare call from someone she least expected. She turns her head and sees the researcher rushing as fast as they could.

Wow, quick way to contradict yourself. 

“What do you want?”

She manages to croak out a question despite her disoriented state. Her mouth feels dry.

Medicine Pocket gawks at her.

“Well I'm sorry for being slightly concerned but your arm is bleeding dumbass!”

Huh..? Bleeding?

She slowly looks over at her left arm, the sleeves are torn alongside her skin. It wasn't at all concerningly deep but it meant that it should have healed much earlier.

A realization clicked into her mind that made her grimace.

“Hm. No wonder I feel dizzy.”

Despite the crave of blood still being one that she despises, her new body needs a new sustain to keep her upright. A shame really that it doesn't taste favorable. Most times.

She traces the scar, tensing slightly at a jolt of pain. Medicine Pocket crossed their arms.

“Look. I have some extra blood you can hav-”

“No need. I have my own back in the suitcase.”

“You're picky at a time like this?”

“I don't want to be drugged or infected with whatever you have rushing through you, so I apologize for being “picky”.”

The researcher opens their mouth in defence but soon closes with a nod.

“Looks like you're still conscious enough to be smart.”

They held out a hand as if waiting for an offer. Their voice is much more stable and serious than usual.

“At least let me heal you. Don't be stubborn.”

It was the vampire's turn to be annoyingly difficult.

“You're one to talk.”

She could see how they're fighting not to break composure, tightening their jaw.

“Arm. Now.”

It wasn't a request anymore, it was barked as an order. Semmelweis could laugh in amusement for how they believed that could make her intimidated.

If it weren't for how the sun is falling farther in the horizon and her desire to lie down on her bed, she would've not complied.

But for now, she played into being complicit.

Semmelweis lazily stretches her arm out just for the researcher to start treating it with a soft glow of arcanum.

They stood in silence, only the hum of arcanum bridging comfortably lingering on their ears.

Night is near, which means the rest she was promised for the day can finally be fulfilled. She was so tired.

After her arm had been wrapped with gauge, the rest of her team had walked up to them. Hushed voices reporting to one another but she could care less about their words.

She could feel the sheepish stare from the gargoyle, she looked away.

They all walked with unresolved tension. Nautika had never been more lost.

“Finally, proper rest.”

Semmelweis exits her bathroom, now changed into a plain, soft nightgown. After a much chaotic day, her usual garment had become so dusty and torn that she had to ask the train conductress to stitch it for her.

She would have asked another person she knew for her knowledge in sewing, but after all that's happened, she'd rather have a bullet through her head.

Glancing at the window, dark envelopes the outside, night has come and all is quiet.

Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day.

She flattens the creases of her nightgown, not being able to use mirrors as before has her second guessing her own image. She could always ask Marcus for help.

Letters are stacked neatly on a single working desk in the left side of the room, just gazing at it makes another nerve pulse in her mind.

Semmelweis barely got any mail aside from a few comrades, but one had been more than eager to be “pen pals” with her. Sending letters every few weeks at a time.

At first she threw them out as junk mail, straight into the paper shredder or through flame but to waste such paper hurt several residents so she would do it in secret.

But soon she got tired of disposing of the letters, no matter how hard she tried to rid of them entirely, more came.

Another reason is that an arcane skill had been placed on the paper to not make it destructible within her hands.Of course she would add a hindrance. Now she's forced to hide them as simple letters from a “far” friend.

She forcibly had to read through to see if they contained a semblance of useful information about the opposing faction but it in fact offered little to no substance that is sufficient to the foundation. All just to waste her time.

“What a waste of paper.” she mumbles in the silence.

Hypocritical of her yes, but she could care less.

The calendar above it displayed the date of "February 12”. The date itself didn't bring her disdain, rather it was the day that approaches in two days.

She picks up a red marker and walks over to the calendar, being mindful as to not topple the stacks over. She crosses out the date with a red diagonal streak, another day lived.

It was a reminder that she had stayed alive for another year, how lucky.

Before she could fall into another state of existentialism and mortality, a knock on her door echoed through the walls.

At this hour, no one dared bother her, so it had better be important.

She reaches the door with two strides before turning the knob, the face that greets her is one that she hoped not to encounter until tomorrow.

Sentinel stood at the other side, a neutral expression on her face.

“Good evening, Semmelweis.”

“You're not one for pleasantries, what do you want?”

Semmelweis leaned on the wooden doorframe, towering a few centimeters over the short gargoyle but she maintained her composure.

She watches her fiddle with a piece of mail, handing it over.

“A letter came for you.”

This caught her interest in a second but it immediately becomes clear on who it is from. She drops her head in fatigue before turning her heel to go back inside her quarters.

She waves her hand to signal the soldier. The clicks of her heels confirmed her entering.

Semmelweis points at the table.

“Just leave the letter there.”

Sentinel was quick to follow, but morbid curiosity had her asking questions.

“This person had sent an abundance of letters. Is it a friend of yours?”

The vampire bites the inside of her cheek to suppress a scoff.

No. Moreso just redundant words from someone unimportant, it's more clutter than anything.”

Sentinel eyes a contradiction within her tone.

“Yet, you still read them.”

Semmelweis turns her gaze to where she had been looking; a lone letter sits in the middle, its envelope carefully torn open and the paper placed neatly for the reader's view.

It has been too well handled to be perceived as anything but, and Semmelweis despised that fact.

“I have some respect for effort.”

An excuse that wasn't a half-life. No matter how she hated its sender, she couldn't help but be amused by her efforts.

Sentinel doesn't pry on the letter, not wanting to overstep in boundaries so she stands there, facing her averted gaze.

One tick of the clock and another, her visitor seemed not to have the intention to leave. Small talk has always been a struggle, but to her, she doesn't even dare try.

“You have something more to say. Or you wouldn't have come here to deliver a letter.”

She declares more than questions. The small, hyperactive child would have knocked on her door with enthusiasm to deliver the letter herself, but Sentinel chose to come here.

A few more beats of silence before Sentinel walks up over to her, standing mere inches away from her body.

“Does thou have an issue with me and Marsha's relationship?”

The question left her stunned, not the confrontation she expected. Knowing how protective the gargoyle can get she should have expected this.

But from the stone-faced Sentinel? Pigs flying would have been more believable and common.

Her tongue twists as she comes up with a response.

“An issue?”

The gargoyle nodded with a glare.

“I have observed your disdain whenever we are near. I thought it was a trick on my eyes but it was clear- are you disgusted by two women having such a relationship?”

She truly has sharp eyes.

While their era may be different, she knew well from history lectures that the two women's relationship with one another was illegal in the time they were in. Often punishable by death if caught.

Semmelweis doesn't have any blame that she would think that way but she could barely care less whether a relationship is composed of a man and a woman or both genders. She simply despised them most times.

Her lips curl into a thin line as it's mere inches away from the latter's forehead. 

If it weren't for the height difference, she would have taken it a tad bit more with seriousness, but she can see why her partner would often be a sweetheart even when the gargoyle is angered.

So this is what she sees huh.

The vampire nearly chokes out a chortle but gives an honest response.

“Your relationship isn't the problem, I am happy for you it's just…my reasons are far more complicated.”

Sentinel takes in her answer, trying to spot any sense of lie within the words yet when she sees none, her shoulders slackened slightly.

“A complicated reason?”

She repeats her phrase, half-alluding to an explanation.

Semmelweis simply shakes her head, she would not explain about Valentina this time. Her feelings were indeed mixed between great distrust and a strange sense of comfort in the middle.

It is no surprise that she couldn't bear even a five meter radius of her presence but there's a middle ground that felt more like the eye of a raging storm. No bitterness, just a quiet understanding. 

Perhaps it's due to them being both vampires, maybe it's because of her selfish sacrifice that makes it so.

She hates her more than she wishes to.

“Yes. Complicated.”

She doesn't leave any room for more, ending the topic’s conversation. She didn't want to think about her.

As their talk now dies down into silence, Semmelweis expects her teammate to leave out the door, finally relieving the doubts of disgust in her chest.

But she stands there. Feet glued to the ground.

The investigator did not like the still silence that the sniper gave. Another still wind passes through the air.

She taps her foot, and taps it again, but no budge. She gives in.

“I must say, I didn't take you for the kind to be silent yet say so much. What more could you possibly have to say?”

Sentinel bites her tongue, clasping her hands together and giving it a firm squeeze before looking up with a hint of sympathy.

“I..wish to apologize to you earlier. It was least appropriate to not have stood up right away.”

Once again, Semmelweis is left speechless.

“My reasons are clear: you were in danger and I could not bear to watch one fall on the field of battle. Still, I wish not invade on your personal space, taketh as you deem its importance to you”

The vampire couldn't even mutter a response before the gargoyle bows her head in guilt and goodwill, her metal headgear scraping the bottom of her jaw. She had never seen her act so..open.

Truth be told, her apology is more than bizarre the situation that caused it. It was a senseless, and quite dumb scene that caused only pure embarrassment for the two. 

She didn't need to apologize but she did. That's both commendable and hilarious.

Semmelweis chuckled at her genuineity.

“Oh please, don't act as if you broke my arm, and raise your head, seeing you like this is uncanny.”

The gargoyle was momentarily frozen before tilting her body back up with a tinge of relief and confusion.

Her face looked softer in this angle, say much more refined. She was cute, she'll give her that.

Semmelweis awkwardly places a hand on her shoulder.

“I forgive you. There.”

The sentence feels like oil in her mouth, all too difficult to spew out in the moment. She gives one pat before retracting back.

Despite her weak attempt at consolement, the sniper gave a small nod.

“Very well, I thank thee.”

She was too pious for such a small inconvenience, of course for Semmelweis it was indeed an uncomfortable scenario but comparing it to sitting with Valentina, there is a high gap.

She also suspects another reason for her actions.

“Marsha put you up to this, didn't she?”

Even the mention of her girlfriend had the sniper perked up, looking away sheepishly before mumbling out the truth.

“She has but half of it is my own intuition.”

Despite not having interacted as much with the knight, Semmelweis knew that Marsha is much more telling with her emotions, much more than her partner at least.

She also is the kind of person to encourage the gargoyle to go through with being true and honest with other people, to try and create bonds outside of their relationship. 

What a woman. 

The influence has definitely been bright as day with how Sentinel has been acting these current days. It's nearly terrifying even with the gradual change.

That being said, it wasn't all terrible.

Finally, Sentinel walks over to the door, waving her hand to signal her leave. She swings the door open.

“May your evenings be blessed.”

Semmelweis was about to turn her back away before a reminder popped in her mind. 

“Wait.”

The gargoyle halts in her exit, half her leg was already out the door and she looks back.

“Corvus had a message for you.”

The sniper tilts her head. 

“She wanted to remind you that your room is not soundproof.”

It didn't take long for Sentinel to get the message, stone patches crawled up to her cheekbones and the tip of her ears gradually grew red.

She faces away from her and mutters a quiet response. “Send her my apologies.” and the door clicks shut.

Semmelweis swears she could hear the hurried steps of heels tapping the ground. Talk about bashfulness.

The vampire shakes her head and walks over to her table a final time, picking the new received mail in her palms. She traced the well managed envelope, the stamp this time has the shape of a blue rose. What a show off.

She rips the rose out of where it's planted with gentle fingers, turning the triangle flap and receiving the letter. 

She skims over it.

“Dear Semmelweis,

                            I hope this letter finds you well…”

Typical greeting. 

“Most days I long to when you joined me for tea, perhaps this time you would be a good guest and let me serve you.”

The thought made her physically cringe, to think she would be so willing.

“ I wonder how our dear sweet Lorelei is doing? You have been treating her well, yes?”

Why word it in such a way? For the last time, she was no parent figure nor did she want to play this pretend family with her.

“Your silence leaves a lot of room for me to interpret. I wonder if you read all I send in the warm candlelight or if it rots within your drawers.”

“At the very least, send one letter back.”

“Yours dearly, Valentina.”

“Dear”. Each letter is signed with the same signature, word and name. It leaves a bitter taste in her mouth every time.

“You're a fool, drunk even. To think I'm dear to you.” a whisper in the wind that will long be forgotten.

She was not dear to anyone, that she believes as absolute truth. That she wants to keep true.

She places the letter on the table, neatly aligning it with the last. It was a fruitless read yet again, no useful information, just pure nonsense.

The investigator finally flops into her bed, cushioned by the soft mattress that cradled her to sleep. It wasn't difficult to fall into unconsciousness with how her body complained.

Thoughts began to slip from her mind carelessly. 

She forgot something, yet she can't remember what. Oh well. 

It certainly wasn't important.

Empty streets vibrated with the sound of hurried footsteps, flowers being pulled into a flurry of wind. The sun glared with strife.

Semmelweis curses under her breath.

“Damn those cursed Manus.”

She found herself retreating with no back up, the communicator that once fitted nicely into her coat pocket reduced to nothing but debris on a sidewalk.

A simple patrol was never meant to take a turn but who else was she than a walking pit of irony. A toy of fate as they speak.

The pain in her joints pulses through to which it can be barely ignored, running us not suitable but she has no other choice. Unless she wants to be ambushed like gazelle to a pack of mindless hyenas.

She was dumb to believe that what she forgot was less of an importance, she needed it to function sufficiently- she needed blood.

Too late to ponder on her incompetence now, opposing footsteps approach much closer. A Manus lackey advancing with an incantation ready at hand.

Even in her weakened state, her instincts are always a safety net to fall back on. The vampire turns her body, a dark crimson forming at her palm, rotating like an orb.

Rays of light reflect onto her eyes, the vibrant glow of ruby within her irises as clear as the sun itself.

She gives a grin.

“A little surprise!”

She flings it forwards to her target like a game of catch, though in this context it was more of a hot potato. Her enemy tried to counter but failed by a second.

A small explosion landed on his chest, sending him back with a grunt. Once the red smoke disappeared, so did the body. 

Most of them had always been so brittle.

In a moment of relief, her left foot takes a step back before nearly curling inwards. Semmelweis clicks her tongue at the pain.

Right. She glances down and sees a trickle of blood staining through her white socks and heels. Flesh in the open as a shallow gash forms a circle around her skin.

Earlier a misstep caused her to be hit with an enemies projectile, most of the time it would have not been such an inconvenience as her body heals faster than that of the norm. But due to the lack of blood, that trait might as well be erased.

It could still heal but at a much slower rate. Now all Semmelweis could do was run with a dead weight foot. 

A seasoned investigator making such a massive miscalculation and now suffers the consequences. Greta would have given her a three hour lecture down to the very atom. 

To think the calculated Semmelweis is able to make such a mess for herself is laughable- wouldn't be the first time.

Her ears pick up the remaining members of the Manus, she has to make an escape. So she clutches her jaw tight, turns her body back to her original path and bolts.

The yells are echoing in the empty streets. She makes a turn, nearly toppling over at the speed. An alleyway. Good.

She runs past many obstacles. Broken bottles, heavy crates and boxes. She pushes back those in her way with as much strength as she could give, her injury not appreciating it one bit.

But adrenaline and the will to survive numbs the pain.

She turns in another alleyway, and another. The shadowed path had given enough time and cover to lose any trace of her existence to her opponents. She would have liked to stay here but the need for back up and the stench bouncing off the walls was enough to deter her foolish interest.

Each step at this point has faltered into a limping state, her knees ached and the pulsing pain has become too overwhelming. Just a little further.

Semmelweis slumps to her side into the cement wall, gripping through its small crevices to push herself forward, the comfort of the dim alleyway soon becoming a painful tunnel.

One step, her knees nearly buckle, another, her foot gets caught up on a pebble. Pull yourself together investigator Semmelweis.

Another, and she sees a light at the end of the path. This will not be the end of you, certainly not death. One last step and she bites her tongue hard.

The sudden bright light blinds her momentarily, dizzying her vision before her head droops down to the ground. She stares at the pavement for a few seconds, adjusting her sight with the surge of light.

Semmelweis takes a breath, still supported on the wall she leans on. The heat from the sun is unpleasant on the wound, even with her cloak and sleeves, she could feel it seeping into her skin.

She feels herself panting like a dog of thirst, she needed blood, desperately so, yet the trek is longer than she'd hoped.

She could always wait for a bystander but with how she still hasn't encountered one normal person, it was a lost cause.

As she was about to buckle down and hopefully pass away in an embarrassing heat stroke, a shout of her name felt like God's trumpet to her ears.

“Semmelweis!”

Before she could prop her head up to stare into the source of the voice, she had already been beaten by a mere two seconds. She catches a glimpse of iron and leather palms, her recognition is immediate.

“Oh dear, you don't look well. Can you move at all?”

‘What do you think? You're a medic for Christ sake. I don't even believe in Christ!’ Semmelweis wants to yell but the pain rewires her tongue for a more appropriate approach.

“No.”

Short and clear, Marsha nodded without hesitation. 

She could hear the step of boots moving to her other side, then she crouched a few inches low. Before the vampire could question her actions, cold iron jolts through the back of her thighs and neck.

Semmelweis lets out a yelp as she's picked up in the air in a bridal carry, her arms quickly latching onto the knight’s neck. She could feel her flinch but steady back in place.

“At least warn me.”

She mumbles out a complaint, which quickly gets the medic's attention. Her gaze remained focused and determined

“I'm sorry but we can't waste any time. The Manus still lurks in these streets.” 

Like ants surrounding a crumb of bread, they're eagerly persistent despite being far less powerful in certain areas.

Semmelweis could think of a plan that could be most efficient and it seems Marsha had the same thought.

“Let's find a safe place to treat your wound first. Don't worry, you're safe with me.” She flashes a reassuring smile, gentle gaze of a doctor fulfilling her duty.

Maybe God did in fact exist in this one instance.

Semmelweis did not doubt her words, she knew that it was a fact.

Marsha rushes out of the open streets keeping her pace steady to avoid discomfort. Semmelweis could see how her red hair shone with the morning glow, soft blue eyes mimicking the sky under and a determined path on her lips that could be the ground.

She had never been this up close with her in person; her lashes are sharp on its ends but shapes a soft curve on her eyes; the mole a few inches under her left tear duct added a charm.

In a generalized sense, Marsha Rosenhart is indeed a beautiful individual.

Whether it was from the lack of blood or the adrenaline dying down, the investigator couldn't seem to tear her gaze away from her savior.

She was charming, even she can't deny it and if Sentinel could read her thoughts, she would have a stake to her heart alongside a bayonet.

That thought alone brought her out of her meddling fantasies, it's not good to think of another's partner that way. Semmelweis half believes she lost it.

At last, they came to a stop. What seems to be an office building atop a few flights of stairs covered by a blanket of shadow from another building. A quick scan made it clear that no Manus had surveyed the area.

Marsha places her down, her body touching the ground sends a pang of discomfort and she's supported by a hand to take a seat on one of the stairs steps.

The medic examines the wound with clear precision and a hint of worry, glancing a few times at the investigator's face.

She gently slips the left heel out and the white sock that comes along with it. Rummaging through her medkit as she takes out a piece of cotton and a bottle of antiseptic.

“This will sting a bit.”

Semmelweis knew what to expect, still she flinched back like a child with a scraped knee. Her doctor mumbles a quiet apology as she presses the cotton firm.

Gauze is wrapped around her wound, and the vampire only watches in silence as Marsha treats her with utmost care. 

She had always been described as a gentle soul that wields metal, you won't expect a knight to have a feather's touch, but here she is.

Once her wound is fully dressed, her attention is now fully onto her face.

“It would take a while for the wound to heal, I suggest not walking for a while.” 

Marsha creased her brows. “Are you injured anywhere else? You look paler than normal.”

Semmelweis could not hide from her intent gaze even when she directed it to her palms, she gave a shaky breath.

She was a vampire, that Marsha knew, but to think she could tell her skin growing sickly is astonishing.

“You and your partner are truly observant aren't you.” she gives a weak chuckle, “I was not able to consume blood, for that, I now suffer the consequences.”

As soon as it reached the medic's ears, she could see the gears turning in her mind, her attention turning to her palm for a fraction of a second.

"Then I can-”

“No.”

Semmelweis shuts down the offer circling her mind.

“I am not drinking your blood, Marsha.”

“But-!”

The investigator shoots a glare as her arm stretches to grab her shoulder. Stubbornness is a trait passed down to all of them and Marsha is no exception.

“I have my own source of blood, I will not have you bleed yourself out intentionally no matter how small, understand?”

Semmelweis is aware of the knight's tendencies to bite more than she can chew, the warning tales of her teammate rings in her ears.

Unfortunately, this doesn't deter Marsha's insistence.

“I can assure you that this will take little toll on my body. You clearly need it, let me help you, Semmelweis.”

Her eyes were determined yet also pleading. She had to stay strong.

“Marsha, I promise you I will be fine. You have more important matters to attend to.”

“But you are important, Semmelweis.”

Her words struck a nerve in the vampire's heart, the cycle of her breaths faltering against her lungs and throat. 

How could she say such words with ease? 

For one moment, she understood what Sentinel had meant, of how a single sentence from the knight can stir the heart in a beat.

She couldn't stay strong for long, but she persevered through. Taking a contrasting approach.

“Focus on getting us out of here first Marsha, then you can worry all you want.”

This left a perplexed contort on the knight's expression, the sound of distant yet approaching steps made the choice harder to ignore.

She could not abandon a patient, let alone a friend, but for such time to be wasted is also a way for grave danger.

Marsha stared back at her with one last attempt to sway her offer but when met with the genuine resilience of a choice, she could only give in with defeat.

She takes a sigh of acceptance, pushing her knees to unbend as she looks over the vampire.

“Very well.” She adjusted her metal gloves, “I'll take care of the Manus and create a path to the nearest foundation branch. You stay here, understand?”

“It's not like I can go anywhere.” Semmelweis answers back, wriggling her injured foot with small effort. 

Her sarcastic remark left no taste of disdain or annoyance, just a smile on the medic's face.

“I’ll be back, I promise.”

She reassures as if she had any intruding thought that she'd be abandoned on an empty step of stairs- a Knight's loyalty is one never to be doubted.

Semmelweis nods, hiding the dizziness that comes alongside it.

“I know you will.” Else she'd have to file a dead person's case.

Marsha takes one step forward before looking back, flashing the usual smile of chivalry before her back is in view, the coat hanging from her neck mimicking a flap of a wing. 

She runs off towards the danger, all to protect the patient in her care.

There had been a reason why Sentinel muttered prayers of praise and thanks whenever her presence was near, the look in her eyes was undeniably tender, even for a gargoyle.

No wonder you both fell for each other, lovesick fools. 

Once again she has been left alone, again thinking of couples who had a bond that one could want, no, desire for.

Semmelweis had never been interested in romance, even the thought left no smile on her lips. Still, she hears of the feeling that it brings: tender, happy and caring. 

While not limited to romance, it must feel nice to be loved in such a way. Treasured deep in one's heart till it stops beating. A constant warm even when the sun has fallen.

But vampires are not known for warmth, nor do they wish to receive such a high amount. Semmelweis likes to keep it that way. 

To be hidden in the tall shadows, be present yet absent enough to not have any tight threads that would snap her brittle heart apart.

It all would burn her eventually, until she's nothing but mere ash.

“I did not expect you to be so compliant with someone, it nearly got me jealous, dear.”

The unexpected tease of a voice pulls the investigator out of her pessimistic spiral, her thoughts cut short as a nerve spasmed in her mind.

She turns to her right and there beholds a woman with pale skin and eyes that resembled fog glinting a spark of red. She wore a smile that barely reached her cheeks but still conveyed all her pride in one.

Semmelweis tightens her fist.

“Valentina.”

Her name comes out with venom long bubbling in her chest. 

“What a way to see each other once again, wouldn't you say, Semmelweis?”

She takes a step closer, her expression remaining pasted into her face and it only adds more fuel to the fire.

“Enough with the pleasantries. Was it you who sent all these Manus grunts?”

Her accusations came in fast, she rarely appeared in every attack the Manus decided to commit. So certainly her presence is attached to the ambush she experienced earlier.

Of course, such blame cracked the other vampire's facade, a slight pout appeared at her left cheek.

“To think you accused me so easily, I'm quite hurt about it. To answer you, I am not their ringleader this time.”

The revelation out of her lips left the investigator confused, albeit surprised. Mouth agape, she shakes her head slowly, the disorienting movement had her bite down on her tongue in the process.

“Then, why are you here?”

Valentina gives a low chuckle, stepping closer until her body hovers over her own.

“Why I was merely taking a stroll, and whilst so, I saw you being carried by that young knight.”

Her tone fluctuates between amused and slightly bitter. Semmelweis shoots her head up to face her directly.

“Don't target her.” She warns, all too quickly, that she stumbles on her breath.

Valentina tilts her head, raising a curious glint of her eyes and brows.

“Oh? Why so protective?”

“It's not her I'm worried about, Valentina.”

Marsha is someone who looks soft in her appearance and uniform, but once in combat, she's as sturdy as a tank in the war zone. 

Whilst she already posed a threat despite being a medic, her partner would not hesitate to pull the trigger if she heard that a foolish Manus vampire decided to make her lover the prey.

“Then who do you worry for, hm?” Valentina continues to pry a reaction out of her, Semmelweis holds her breath.

‘you.’

“It's not important.” She responds, her cheeks ache from her constant biting.

Her answer gives way into another crack of Valentina's still visage, one that makes her lips curve downward. 

She stares at her, eyes empty in haze but Semmelweis could see the fog of uncertain and unknown emotions surging within them.

Her gaze felt cold, suffocating and itchy on her skin. Semmelweis wanted to push her legs to stand upright and give her a proper punch but fate turned down her request.

So she sat there quietly, in the mercy of an enemy. The eerie silence soon grew to a comfortable halt as Valentina spoke.

“You ought to take better care of yourself, you know. To look as pale as me is an achievement.”

Semmelweis scoffs, her mistake did not have to be dragged through the mud with her tongue. It was better than actively jumping into death's way.

“I'm fine. I have my own packets of blood back in the foundation.”

A palm grazes the top of her head slightly and she swats it away as soon as one finger touches a strand of hair. Her arm immediately succumbed back down to her lap as the burst of strength left as quickly as it came.

“Yet you contradict your words with actions. You really ought to learn how to accept help, Semmelweis.”

Semmelweis gawked at her words, a contained bark of laughter itching at the walls of her throat.

Accept help? She had just accepted help a while ago, yesterday as well. Life had pinned her down to the ground and forced to be spoonfed assistance to situations that could have been avoided.

She felt more like dead weight in each tick of the clock she sits here. Bounded by her body to take the backseat while the people around her risks all they have.

She had been in their situation before. Being on the other side made it all so helpless.

She was no helpless investigator, she had survived through all kinds of hell; Her legs ached to stand.

Before she could make her retort and defend the little dignity she has to uphold, Valentina takes one step back.

She fixates at her right palm as her left searched through the inside of her pocket. The sudden change of demeanor took all the words out of Semmelweis’s mouth, instead it left her tense at each abrupt movement.

She first starts with removing one of her black, silken gloves. Peeling it off with a swift and tender motion, Semmelweis had to swallow an unforeseen lump in her throat.

Valentina stretches her fingers slightly apart as her other hand possesses a small blade, the investigator's eyes widen but before she could even form a sentence, the latter has already sliced a piece of flesh.

Right through the skin in-between her thumb and pointer finger. A few inches below, blood rolls off like rain water, dripping through the concrete.

“W-why in the hell would you do that!?”

The other vampire did not give a response, simply stepping back to her original position, this time far closer. 

“Open your mouth.”

Her request comes at a low tone, differing from her sly composure. Semmelweis looks up at her gaze, tainted red with a near straight expression.

She simply did not want her blood, not like this. 

But, her body's persistence and begging is undeniable, way too urgent. She glances at the wound, the parted walls of flesh with the fluid her mind long desires luring all rationality away.

She mustn't. She couldn't. But her instincts answered first.

Semmelweis leans into the wounded flesh, her teeth biting through the purlicue as blood trickles down her throat.

The rough taste of iron made her instinctively flinch, suffocating the taste buds with an overwhelming flavor. It felt as though she was tasting wine for the first time once more.

But with time, this rough taste turned smooth with sweetness diluted in her tongue. In the past, this would certainly be revolting but to her current, vampiric self, it felt like heaven.

Her lips eagerly sucked for more, occasionally digging her fangs deeper. Her hand grips Valentina’s wrist firmly, like a cattle refusing to let go from its source of sustenance.

Any hint of dignity flies through her skull as only the need of her body screams all throughout.

Valentina traces her hair with her free hand, now relieved from any complaints, she strokes through the strands gently.

“My, aren't you eager?” she laughs as the woman under her bites with little force at her voice. 

“Accepting my help after many attempts and under dire conditions. Just when will you accept my open hand without hesitation?”

“When will you reply to my letters, Semmelweis?”

Her strokes come to a halt as it holds the back of her head. Semmelweis could feel each breath she takes, coddling her like a child in one arm.

Her caring affection had not been anticipated for, no matter how hard the other vampire tries to pry herself away, she always falls back into her arms.

To her presence.

Semmelweis swallows one last drop of blood before her teeth rise from the pale skin. Soft, red marks and holes indenting deep within as she pulls her mouth away, a thin of saliva breaking that mimic moth silk.

It all but mirrors that of someone desperate and rabid with undesirable instincts. She felt like an animal, one needed to be chained and sedated.

If it were any other person, the foundation would have her isolated and treated as another irrational Arcanist.

But it was no other person. It was Valentina. All infuriating, annoying and gorgeously Valentina.

Oh how she despises her.

Valentina doesn't move from her position, instead glancing at the investigator's handiwork. Her smile grew wider.

“Who knew you could make such a mess. This is the nicest you have been to me.”

Semmelweis tightens her grip to all her strength can give before letting go, a subtle sting wrapping around her hand.

“I was thinking of thanking you, but you're pushing it.”

“Oh, how cruel of you.”

Her teasing burns all the gratitude Semmelweis may have had. With her strength slowly coming back, she could easily send an attack straight through her heart. Given that it would be a point blank shot.

The Manus member did not seem to mind such possibility, she knows her too well and Semmelweis knows too little.

That. That is what irks her to the deep end.

Her intentions had been laid out as simply helping out, persuasion to join the opposing side and be with her but nothing was ever so simple. Why her specifically? Is it because of her selfishness to still stay alive? That she was all willing to become what she is now. 

Valentina is a mysterious individual, one carrying an eerie presence with that smile of hers. But Semmelweis had seen that mask slip, guilt mixing with pride, selflessness with care, and tenderness with all her prowess.

A hint of empathy still existed, a heart still beats for something. Someone.

“You know, I wondered why we can't be like the others.” 

Semmelweis could feel a heavier force on the center of her scalp, feather touches tangling through the ends of strands.

“Like that of the moth and Zeno lieutenant?, or even the gargoyle and shining knight?”

Her mind is split on questioning how she could gather such a trivial part of information about her colleagues and to the question itself.

There is a clear line as to why this kind of closeness between a somewhat of a rebel herself is and a full time Manus member is extremely prohibited and could lead to issues.

It is clear as day on both sides, but vampires don't lurk in the sun now, do they?

“Why can't we be like them, Semmelweis?”

Valentina mumbles through the layer of hair, it seemed that even her could show such a vulnerability. 

Semmelweis doesn't move, letting the vibrations of her exhales and lungs course through her nerves. 

They couldn't be like them because they simply are not. 

Valentina is not some spy sent as death fodder in the grand scheme of it all and Semmelweis is no lieutenant that has a great sense of loyalty.

Valentina isn't some devil who seeks justice and repentance for all that she's done and is still willing to get blood on her hands for the greater good. Semmelweis is not a medic who survived out of pure desperation and luck and passed on to save more lives than what she's taken.

They are not those people because they  simply are not. They are different individuals.

They were no saints. Not repenting sinners. They accepted the consequences of what's to come, they accepted hell if it exists.

Valentina doesn't want to be saved. That's what Semmelweis tells herself, and maybe, she wouldn't either.

A small part of her begs her to do so but it was simply too far of a silver lining. 

She wants to forcibly take her away from her predicament, to run to a much more reasonable side of this fight. To want, to desire a peaceful, mellow time.

But she made her choice. Semmelweis did too.

"I'm not ready for that kind of commitment.” Semmelweis answers, making sure each syllable is spelled out clearly.

Valentina hums in thought, before long, Semmelweis feels a soft pressure press onto her scalp.

“Very well.” Her voice was as soft as it could be, one that is so foreign to Semmelweis’s ears that she wonders if it all was a dream.

She hoped it was.

Valentina soon pulls herself off, returning to her usual stance. The smile never dissipates, instead it seemed to have beamed even brighter.

“I still ask you to respond to my letters, they take a while to make you know.”

The investigator merely stares at her with a hint of disdain. 

“I'll see what I can do, but no promises that I will.”

Valentina gives a chuckle before both their heads turn where the sun roams. Footsteps. It seemed that a knight was soon to return.

The Manus vampire had already begun to step away, slipping on her black gloves while doing so. Getting caught now would be entertaining but it would also create a terrible misunderstanding.

She turns to Semmelweis, a flash of sorrow in her eyes.

"Vampires tend to live for a long time, I give one advice that you make as many connections as you can.”

The out of the blue statement left her with more questions turning in her head, yet Semmelweis could spot a vulnerable point.

“Isolation is one suffocating paradise, even I would not want you there, unless we can both drown in its sea together.”

Her figure is nearly swallowed by the shadows, only her glinting red state is what makes her presence visible.

“Farewell, Semmelweis.”

One step back and she's gone, no more of presence left in the air, only a lone investigator pondering on her words.

It was far from what she's known, she had given advice before, some useful, some less so but this one felt personal.

Much more personal than she'd like. Has Valentina always felt in such a way? Trapped in an isolating island of long mortality that she had long for someone of her kin?

Speculations ran wild but that was all they were, speculations of a bigger picture, nothing more.

“Damn you Valentina, just what do you want?”

She mutters under her breath, what she did not expect is the voice that soon followed.

“Who's Valentina?”

Semmelweis jumps slightly as she turns to see the medic has returned. She eyes her with curiosity and with a sense of duty.

“Nobody important. Seems you made quick work of them.” She brushes off her question, instead focusing on the medic's state. 

Blue and black mixing in together with the white's of her uniform, her blunt weapon dripping with oxidized blood. She could spot some tears on fabric and skin but other than that, she was nearly unscathed.

“It wasn't much of a problem, you seem to be doing better, a little less pale.”

Thanks to the blood she gained, her body ached less and the fatigue soon ended. Still, it would take awhile before she's back into her usual state of composure.

“Did you manage to get blood?” 

“Let's just say that a “friend” was able to assist me.” 

“Where are they now?”

“Gone. They just left.”

“Oh.”

Marsha droops her head in disappointment and wonder, she does not have much of a clue on who her friend is and how they managed to get here but Semmelweis stops her questioning mind.

“Don't think too much about it.”

There was little she could do now, so the medic turned her attention to something that held a bit of importance.

“Oh right, I found this on my walk back, I believe this belongs to you.”

She hands over an item tucked in her arms that had been long missing from the vampire throughout the entire day, her hat.

“No wonder the sun has been more blinding than usual, thank you.”

Semmelweis placed it on her lap, it suffered minor rips and a few stains. She lost it whilst running in a panic, the thought slipped from her mind.

She could have Sentinel fix it this time around, Corvus has done enough.

Marsha eyes her injury, checking if she needed to add more gauzes, but with how vampires could heal themselves, she asks a needed question.

“Are you able to walk now?”

Semmelweis puts little pressure on her injured foot, a sharp jolt immediately courses through her nerves. 

It would take a while before her self healing could work wonders again.

She shakes her head.

“Are you alright with me carrying you then? I know you aren't fond of intrusion on your personal spac-”

“Marsha, it's fine. Unless you want me to crawl my way there.”

Marsha looks at her a bit dumbfounded, a slight pout in her left cheek rises like a child.

“Oh, I would never have a patient do that.”

“Then carry me if it's necessary.”

The medic looks at her, checking for any hints of forceful willingness to be carried but when she spots none, she gives a smile.

Semmelweis knew her limits and she wasn't a stubborn, prideful fool to decline help. Well, in some situations.

Marsha picks her up in her arms once again, used to the weight of cradling injured bodies. 

It still doesn't change that it felt embarrassing no matter how long, the medic doesn't seem to mind, on the contrary she seemed happy to be of service.

I give one advice that you make as many connections as you can. 

Valentina's words echoed throughout her head, she grips the brim of her hat as she opens her mouth to speak.

“Marsha, why do you and Sentinel care so much about my well-being?”

Marsha doesn't falter on her steps, but she's left confused on the sudden question.

“Because you're our friend, that's no secret.”

While the vampire avoided them most hours of the day, her connection with the gargoyle and the rest of the Bloodtithe team left an impressionable influence on her heart, no matter how hard she tried to deny it.

Even if she despised their constant display of affection, it soon became the norm of everyday life.

“You think of me as a friend? We haven't even interacted as much.”

“Well that's no reason to treat you any differently now.”

She speaks with a full heart, one that Semmelweis couldn't help but be in slight awe. 

As much as Semmelweis herself acts with kindness and gratitude with those around her, even she has to be wary of who she interacts with.

Marsha is not naive, she knows how to deduce those with evil intentions to those not but her unfaltering grace is what amuses her.

You chose well, Sentinel.

Marsha gives her a smile, looking far ahead.

“Besides, Marie cares about you a lot as well.”

She blinks. Staring at the medic with shock before blinking again. She knows she cares but a lot? Why bother?

She's left dumbfounded at this revelation that Semmelweis is reminded of their last encounter. 

Semmelweis could feel herself burn up but no thanks to the sun. 

“Huh, well that's nice.” She mumbles a weak reply, gargoyles are so difficult to understand.

She could hear the knight give a chortle on her reaction, her eyes darting back to the path towards the foundation branch. 

They're both insufferable with how easily their heart spills sometimes. Well, it seems they weren't the only ones.

Semmelweis wishes she could bury her face into her palms, just how much will life throw at her? 

It was foolish to grow close with the uncertainty of the storm, to know that she will outlive almost all she knows once it's over. To know the possibility of losing them at any given moment.

But, it does feel nice. It feels nice to have compatriots again, one who could she trust with half of her life that is.

Maybe, just for now, she'll let herself be foolish. 

For now, she'll believe that relationships aren't too bad, to a certain extent.

She lets out a breath, Semmelweis doesn't feel terrible for once. She finally feels contempt for such a life.

A letter doesn't sound so bad.

“H-hey! Put me down!”

“Hold still will you.”

February 14 has arrived, truthfully Semmelweis wanted to bury herself deep in her bed, to sleep till the next dawn. Alas, she has a job.

So she walked out of her room with heavy feet and a new found determination to get through the day as quickly as possible.

Now she holds a certain “vampire” by the scruff, who wriggles in an attempt of an escape.

“Don't cause any problems this time around, understand?”

Rubuska raises her arms in defeat, eager to be back on the ground and actively avoiding her stern gaze. The young stewardess giggles next to her.

“I'll be good! I promise! Please boss…put me down.”

Her eyes cast downward to look as sympathetic as she could, eyes like a kitten caught in the rain. Kittens are also known to be mischievous behind their facade, so Semmelweis grips tighter.

Aima taps her arm and she looks over.

“Don't worry Miss Semmelweis, I'll keep an eye on her and so will the conductress.”

“See! They trust me!”

Semmelweis focuses her attention to the voice of reason and not the screaming child. With such an innocent look that she's giving, she gave in within seconds.

“Alright, just drag her by the collar if she does anything.”

“Hey!”

The investigator drops Rubuska on her feet, who glared at her with a hiss. A tense stare back made her upright immediately.

Aima gives a smile as she walks over the other girl, clasping their hands together.

“Come Rubi! The conductress made us new dresses to wear today!”

Rubuska flared up with awe at her words and the sudden hold, quickly she was swept away by the stewardess. 

“Oh, a-alright!” her eyes lit up with excitement, happily running off with her. They barely avoided hitting a table with their enthusiasm, oh to be a child.

The clicks of boots behind her made it clear that the conductress was right behind her, casting her eyes to the two girls running off to her quarters.

“You know, I'm starting to think you're spoiling them a bit too much.”

Corvus adjusts her cuffs, giving a short glance.

“They're young, keeping morale high is an important aspect of the job, especially theirs.”

“Right, because you scare the passengers right to the tracks.”

The vampire's attempt at a joke landed horribly on the woman next to her, now feeling her glare digging deep within her skull.

A singular bead of sweat rolls down her neck.

“Not a good joke it seems.”

“It was terrible.”

“Note taken.”

Their attempt at small talk falls in defeat, the suitcase's chatter and clatter keeping the atmosphere lively despite the foreboding silence of their mouths.

It was Valentine’s day, many chose this day to spend with their friends, partners or to some, anyone they find. 

Everyone bustles around with flowers, gifts and even letters. While most get a day off, those who aren't too keen on celebrating can choose to take up a small mission to take their minds off the holiday.

Semmelweis is one of them.

“So, are you meeting with anyone today?”

She asks, trying to mend the tense air between them both. While she is used to the conductress’s silence, it was still awkward.

“I am.”

“Oh. That's surprising.”

The vampire looked at her with morbid curiosity,

“Who is it?”

“Lady Verity.”

“Ah.”

Well, now she wishes to not know anymore. The investigator knows little of how Corvus perceives Verity as a person but she knows how the journalist feels about her.

That alone sounded like a miserable date. 

“Best of luck to you then.”

Corvus adjusts her hat, 

“She hasn't spread any rumors has she?”

Semmelweis couldn't help but look sheepishly to the side, to which she spots the poor lamb walking with frantic steps.

Her last encounter with her was less to be desired despite the small relief it brought.

“None that I know of.”

Corvus hums, checking the clock as it signals her time of departure.

“Very well, I'll be taking my leave now.”

She gave a single wave before walking back to her room, she had other matters to worry about. 

Always so reserved, can't blame her given who she has to interact with today. Hopefully no more sheep goes flying out the window.

As Semmelweis observes the bustling of the residents, an arm wraps around her and pulls her in close. She jerks away immediately.

“Man, you are jumpy today huh.”

The smug voice made her fists clench into a tight ball, she could have given a punch if it weren't for the fact that she would be written up for animal abuse.

At her side, Medicine Pocket stands.

“Look at them, all in the game of silly romance. Meanwhile I get to conjure up something in the lab that I've been wanting to try for months.”

Their words alone send shivers down Semmelweis spine. Each moment they got an idea, it was sure to bring undesirable outcomes.

For Valentine's day however, it felt more of a death sentence for anyone involved.

“Don't kill them now.”

“I would never.”

Semmelweis could see that they have been hiding something behind their back the entire time. She musters up the courage to get an answer for what it was.

“What did you make?”

“Oh this? Just a little treat.”

They bring their hands to the front, revealing a red box tied with a white bow. The researcher opens it and there sits a collection of chocolates.

At face value, they're seen as chocolates given to a loved one on such an occasion but knowing her teammate, there's a catch with such a gesture.

Unless they had a person for the day, which shared the odds of Arcana staying dead.

“I thought dogs couldn't eat chocolate.”

“Haha, how original of you.” 

Semmelweis picks one out of curiosity, wondering as to what has been placed inside. 

It was hard, smooth and certainly smelled sweet. It shared the physical attributes of chocolate, so she fought the urge to give a bite, only lingering on the scent it brought near her nose.

It could be heavily drugged for all she knows.

Medicine Pocket interjects when they notice it lingering near her mouth.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you, unless you're up for a one time experience.”

Their warning immediately caused the chocolate to be placed back in the box, the vampire wiping any residue off her fingers.

She pondered if she should wash her hands and put disinfectant on it. Safer not to eat with this hand for now.

“Just what did you put in those chocolates?”

Medicine Pocket grins with mischief

“Nothing much, cocoa, sugar and a chemical that's sure to warm someone's skin to an unbearable degree until they're panting like a dog.”

The description alone had Semmelweis cringe, if given to the wrong person could cause an undesirable situation, and if given to a couple…

She shakes her head hard, ridding of the thoughts popping into her mind.

“And just where are you using that?”

“Just a few cute couples. It would be a shame to not give a gift on this blessed day.”

For once she's happy to leave the suitcase, not surrounded by vulgar noises throughout the night. This may have been the worst creation that this dog could have created.

She should ask Vertin to invest in soundproofing each wall.

“You are vile for this.”

“Hey, let me have my fun will you. Let's all have a “fantastic” Valentine's.”

They give three pats on her shoulder before walking away, still keeping the massive grin as they prance to the exit.

The calm before the havoc that will soon ensue leaves Semmelweis dreading each minute. She questions as to why she's associated with them.

She began to try and shift her attention away, the crowd gradually lessen as some had already gone out to their respective activities.

The moth and lieutenant walks past with fluttering glitter, the Rusalka and the broke leyline researcher exits hand in hand with each other. All of them wore glamorous and elegant dresses and outfits, free from any responsibilities of the world and simply existing as lovers.

How romantic.

She then caught the attention of something bizarre. The medic and sniper that were sure to be up and about somewhere are wearing their usual uniforms, whispering to one another in a corner.

Whilst she didn't intrude on any matter between the two, the situation seemed unusual, given the date.

Semmelweis still had a few minutes to spare, so she approached the two.

“Sentinel, Marsha.”

With a single call of their names, the couple looked up at their discussion.

“Bonjour, do you require assistance?”

“No, I just question why you're still in your uniform. It's surprising that you have no plans for today.”

Marsha this time offers the explanation.

“Oh, we do, it's just that we have a patrol this time.”

She doesn't miss how her head slightly falls from disappointment, the gargoyle doesn't either, offering to pat her back.

“We ought to try and finish early, but it seems such plans for today will be postponed for tomorrow.”

It seemed these lovers deal with the heartbreak of their responsibilities being the first priority. Though they did not give any complaints, the slight sorrow in their eyes was clear.

Seeing them in a state left Semmelweis affected more than she should. 

“So the Timekeeper didn't inform you herself.”

Fortunately, she has the correct present for the two, who now eyes her with confusion.

“What do you mean?”

"While talking to her earlier, I was informed of who are on patrols for today. When I heard your names, I decided to take it upon myself and become a substitute for the task.”

Safe to say that the Timekeeper was left quiet at her decision at first, but after lamenting for a while at her reasons, she accepted without a hitch.

She looked terrible today though. Thankfully her assistant is getting her to rest.

Sentinel and Marsha were taken aback, dumbfounded at her sudden decision to take up their respective tasks. Sentinel spoke up.

“You did? Why? It would have cost us nothing to do rather than consuming your time.”

“Precisely, we don't mind working today Semmelweis.”

They immediately came into defense, not wanting to bother someone like her is understandable but once again, Semmelweis had no intention of watching them sulk at the opportunity.

“Im alright with it, besides, think of it as a thank you for the past two days, for…saving me.”

She lets out a shaky breath, thanking is easy but for some reason, she felt bashful around them both.

Perhaps it was about the situations where her thoughts became highly inappropriate amidst the situation or their unconscious actions that left her questioning.

Either way, they were friends, and it was only fair.

“You didn't have to, we would save you no matter the reason, you're our friend.”

The knight beams a smile at her and the gargoyle simply nods at her words, in a moment, they are as noble as those scribed in ancient texts.

Her face became warmer despite the absence of fire, not a time to be so embarrassed by a few words.

“Just accept the day off, or else I'm taking it back.” 

She barks out a condition meant to forcefully challenge them but it did little damage. It simply made them look at each other with pure bliss before returning to her with gratitude.

She had never seen Sentinel have such a carefree impression, alongside the medic's already optimistic attitude, it all was too annoyingly burning.

“Thank you, Semmelweis.”

Despite being a simple thank you, her stomach could feel butterflies fluttering around, her feet tapped on the ground restless and her ears burned irritatingly.

Before she could forget in the sea of unstable emotions, she gives out a warning.

“Before you go, I have one more thing to inform you about.”

“If Medicine pocket gifts you chocolates, don't in any way accept it. Understood?”

“Why?”

“Corvus wouldn't be pleased one bit.”

It left the medic with more questions but Sentinel was quick to nod fervently, her ears gradually turning into stone with unsaid thoughts.

They both bid farewell, walking off into the halls to have a change of garments, it left the vampire alone with bubbling contradictions of emotions.

Forming connections and bonds should not be this emotionally damning nor difficult. Damn you, Valentina.

Once her name is uttered within her thoughts, all grueling emotions cease. She had one other reason why she chose to take on the patrol.

One much more personal to her.

“Miss Semmelweis? Are you leaving soon?”

A soft voice interrupts her train of thought, it all but came from one of her former  colleague’s apprentice.

“Hello Marcus, I am.”

The young investigator grips her briefcase tightly, sinking into her scarf as she gives a nod.

“Oh, uhm, Happy Valentines as well miss Semmelweis.”

As her anxious greeting ends, she hands over a box of chocolates. Semmelweis was more than hesitant to reach out.

“I-I made this myself, I hope it's to your liking.”

Oh thank God. Semmelweis cries with relief in her mind as she accepts her gift. 

The box had a more rectangular shape, a drawing of a deer with a star marking its forehead is embedded at the corner.

Greta would most likely be more miserable than her today.

She wafts off any bitter thoughts and returns the greeting.

“Happy Valentines as well, Marcus. Are you going out with someone?”

The thought made the poor seagull hide further in her scarf, swallowing up till her nose. Despite it, it was evident she was growing red.

“No, I-im just having a book discussion with Recoleta at the local library today.”

She stutters with her defense, wailing her hands weakly as she clears out her true intentions.

Semmelweis only chuckles at her flustered reaction, it was good that she had been interacting with more residents as of late.

The first few days of Greta's passing left her going out on solo missions alone. The poor girl came back soaking wet at times and locked herself in her room.

She's slowly coming out of her shell, a nice improvement.

“How about you miss Semmelweis? Are you seeing someone today?”

She stays silent for a few seconds, letting the time click as she spots the medic and sniper be in their changed garments; a blur of a yellow and blue dress respectively, it fitted them well, it was almost like they were butterflies fluttering away to the unknown.

Despite the distance, she could see how each step had a slight bounce, their hands interlocking with each other and their faces obscured but clearly joyful.

She swallows a bile down her throat.

“Miss Semmelweis?”

“I'm not seeing anyone today, I'm simply sending a letter.”

Marcus perks up at her sudden answer, glancing curiously.

"A letter to whom?”

“A..friend of mine.”

Her tongue nearly slipped at the last letter. This letter has been long overdue, better late than never.

She starts walking towards the exit of the suitcase, the spiraling staircase growing closer to her vision. Marcus follows a few steps behind.

The last two days had been one of the most convoluting, frustrating and eye-opening days that she had this year, it shall only get worse throughout.

Semmelweis accepted her life as one filled with miserable surprises in every corner, whether it'd be with clingy couples, annoying colleagues or dying comrades.

She simply moved with life, no longer questioning why fate would toy her in many ways.

She'll continue to live until no one knows her name, until she fades away with the fleeting sun.

But for now, she'll continue to live with the sorrowful past, present and future with people by her side she could trust her life with.

It's a corny thought but it's a genuine one. Perhaps that's all that matters in the end in this cruel reality.

Bonus scenes:

“I don't know anymore, I can't take her constant woefulness when talking to a woman that clearly still exists- no offense Miss Kakania.”

Barbara offers a quick apology to the psychiatrist who sits across from her.

“None taken, tell me, how does it make you feel?”

“Well-”

Before her answer could be constructed, the door creaks open, revealing the figure of an intimidating conductress.

“Pardon the intrusion but I heard word of what Verity has done, may I get a confirmation?”

Kakania was taken aback before both eyes fell on the sheep, who had now frozen herself still.

Before one second could pass, she bolts out as quickly as her legs could, crashing through the window.

“Miss Barbara!”

Kakania rose to her feet and jumped right after.

Corvus is left to process the scene, tilting her hat.

“Am I really that scary?”

A young vigiles officer stands at the foot of a door, frozen in place as she breathes in and out.

“Calm yourself Liang, you must not fear.”

“What are you doing, young vigil?”

The voice interrupts her own and makes her jump, looking back, she sees the face of her supervisor.

“Greetings Ma'am, I'm just readying myself.”

“To knock on someone's door?”

Her student looks away, a tinge of pinkappearing in her cheeks.

Black Ibis smiles and gives her a gentle pat.

“Fish can be lured with any bait, but it takes a special kind to make a wonderful catch.”

Liang Yue simply turns her head at her supervisor's words.

“What I mean is, It takes someone wonderful to catch a special person's attention, and I believe that's you.”

“You think so?”

“Of course, you're my young vigil after all.”

She gives one more assuring pat, Liang Yue is filled with new found determination to knock on Satsuki’s door.

But before doing so, she asks one question.

"If you don't mind me asking, why are you here, Ma'am?”

Black Ibis gives a proud smile, standing with pride.

“There’s a big and shiny bass I have yet to take out with my hook.”

“...on a date?”

“That's up to your interpretation.”

She simply walks away, leaving the young Vigil to ponder on her fishing tango.