I'm bored, so... one on one?

"Hmm, no, sorry. You are the one and only." Lazare shrugged and took a few steps into the room. "So…" They drew the word out, twisting a lock of hair around their finger. "What can I do to convince you that you are the chosen one? I mean, you already have a god appearing in your apartment. What else do you need?" They asked, waving their hand. A cup of iced coffee appeared in their hand and they took a sip, still staring at Emilia. A plan B hadn't exactly come to mind– they hadn't thought that she would hesitate so much. But it was probably a good thing she was a little cautious… actually, no, it was terrible. This was not going to plan. Then again, it happened a lot. Any plan Lazare made usually didn't work. A small part of their mind had anticipated this happening, but they'd chosen to ignore it.

"It wouldn't be necessary. And you won't die, I guarantee it," Lazare said seriously, taking another sip of their iced coffee. "And seriously, you don't know me? I mean…" They gestured at their face, with the strange lime-green eyes and sparkly freckles. "I'm kinda unique." Lazare really hoped she knew about them… or actually, maybe not. The stories never really painted them in the best light, but they always tried to edit them a bit before sending them off to the public. So they reflected the truth, of course. "I promise you. The world needs you, Emilia." Of course, in this instance, 'the world' actually translated to 'Lazare'. But she didn't need to know that.

Lazare listened to her totally reject them with growing disappointment. "I assure you, darling, you are the one and only chosen one. It's in the name." They shrugged and took a few small steps towards her. "Now, I don't know how much you watch the news, but I'm sure everyone has at least heard about Crin Marchesi." Yes, that was their big evil villain. A little weak, but powerful enough to be a real problem. She had been amassing an army and was threatening to overthrow the nearest ruler. Lazare wouldn't have even looked in her direction of she didn't own a magical, very powerful skull. "Well, she is going to, you know, murder a bunch of innocent people and take over the world if someone doesn't stop her. And you are that someone."

This was not working. Lazare needed to think of something quick, but their mind was blanking. What could they say to get her to listen to them? It didn't seem like there was anything else they could do. Her mind seemed made up. Time to reveal another part of the plan, though based on how the plan was going so far, the possibility of it working was slim at best. "Well, you see, Crin has this magical skull. It kinda gives her all this power– not good. And there's one thing that will combat the power of that skull. But a god can't wield it for stupid reasons. Only you can." That wasn't totally true– someone other than Emilia could wield it. But Lazare couldn't. And it was actually the only that that could destroy the skull. Maybe pleading for her help would work. If not… everything was over for them.

"Well, of course I can't solve it! Do I look like the chosen one?" Lazare asked, gesturing at themself. "No, I do not. Because the chosen one is you." They stared at Emilia, eyes narrowed slightly. It appeared that their hopes and dreams were crushed. Life was meaningless and nothing mattered anymore. Their eyebrows shot up at her last sentence, however. "Okay, first of all, I'm not some 'rando'. My name is Lazare. I'm sure you've heard it." Lazare dropped their iced coffee and it disappeared with a pop. "Second of all, I didn't break into your apartment. Check all the locks, they're perfect. I simply… appeared in your apartment because I need your help. Technically, it wasn't breaking in." They shrugged. "But fine, be sensible. Being sensible is never any fun. You miss out on all the fun stuff that comes with just living." Lazare sighed dramatically and turned towards the door. "And if you don't believe me about the whole skull thing, try researching 'The Skull of Finlai'."

Okay, they'd lost her. Lazare leaned their head back slightly and glared at the ceiling. "I told you guys one of you should have done it." They muttered, not bothering to be quiet about it. "Guess I just need to cross her off the list of chosen ones and go find the next one– oh, wait. There isn't a list." Lazare stopped in the doorway and looked over their shoulder. "If you change your mind and decide to actually believe me, call me." There was a popping sound and Lazare disappeared. A business card appeared in the air where they'd just stood and floated to the ground. Printed on the card was their name, their title (The God of Chaos) and a string of truly magical words to say if anyone wanted to try and summon them. Usually, the card was decorated in large amounts of glitter, but since Emilia didn't seem to like glitter, they'd taken it off.

Okay, confession time. Lazare hadn't actually left the apartment, just turned themselves invisible. Sue them, they were curious about whether Emilia would actually take the card or not. And… she didn't. Great. Time to scatter those things all over her apartment. They stepped out of her way and fluttered their fingers. Invisible business cards flew everywhere, slipping into pockets and shoes and under dishes and into corners. They'd turn visible at random points for the rest of time, and stay visible if she ever picked one up. Yes, this was a very bad idea if they wanted her to like them– which they did– but she'd given them no choice. Satisfied that Emilia would never go anywhere without a card, they actually disappeared, reappearing in the nearest park. A snap of their fingers and they were disguised as a normal human, with black hair and dark brown eyes. Lazare collapsed onto a bench and looked around. It was time to take out their feelings on humans they deemed deserving of their wrath.

Lazare was draped across most of the bench, which earned them a few dirty looks. They hadn't found anyone worthy of anything a little malicious, which didn't help their bad mood. Instead, they changed people's hair colors by a few shades and slipped glitter into their bags, purses, and shoes. But that didn't cheer them up. Lazare heaved a huge sigh and summoned themself a cup of iced coffee. They took a mournful sip and added bright pink stripes to the underside of a passing woman's hair. This was getting boring quickly and wasn't helping their sore heart in the least bit. They took another sip and glanced around the park.

Lazare set down their cup and pulled a phone out of their pocket. They started typing quickly, glancing up every once in a while. They were busy typing out the rest of their plan, just in case Emilia changed her mind, when a commotion caught their attention. In the center of a grassy area stood a woman wearing a weird mask and holding a fancy sword. She was yelling something about the end of days and everyone dying. Perfect. Lazare smiled and shoved the phone in their pocket. They stood up and sauntered over to the woman. "Excuse me, but you are causing a scene. If you could just set down the sword–" The woman turned towards them, her mouth curled in a grimace.
"You are all doomed," she hissed, taking a few steps towards them and thrusting her sword straight through their chest before they could react.

Lazare gasped, though it was more in shock than in pain. They looked from the sword to the woman… and grinned. Before she could pull the sword out, they grabbed the handle and pulled it out themselves. Despite the fact that they were quite a lot shorter than the woman, they managed to rip the sword out of her hand. The woman's mouth dropped open.
"What… I killed you." She stared at Lazare, her eyes wide.
"You'll have to try harder than that," Lazare said, swinging the sword towards her neck. There was a flash of bright white light and the woman fell to the ground, her skin slowly turning to stone. The people watching all gasped and backed away. Lazare sighed and turned their attention to the sword. There was a design on the base of the blade depicting a skull with some sort of flower sprouting from one of the eye sockets. Crin. Lazare shook their head and turned, walking towards the edge of the park, the sword still clutched in their hand.

(Sorry, this rather late– I got distracted with my response and forgot– but you're good. Again, sorry, I'm awkward and don't want you to think I ignored you or something! :)
Lazare reached the edge of the park, whispers following them all the way. They ran their hand over their hair and it changed to its natural white color. Their eyes faded to like green, and the berth people have them got much wider. But Lazare's mind was focused on the sword. It wasn't new to see doomsday fanatics and all those types, but one with a sword emblazoned with Crin's symbol? That was definitely unusual. Maybe this situation they'd blown out of proportion was actually as big as they'd said it was. If that was true, it really wasn't a good thing that Emilia had turned her back on the quest. They could always get another random mortal– maybe someone a little more gullible– but they still wanted it to be Emilia. Even though it was foolish and obviously never going to happen. Lazare was about to launch into a monologue about how unlucky they were, but the sound of a distant explosion shattered whatever metal speech they were about to compose.

Another explosion rocked the air, the sound echoing around the buildings and down the roads. People stopped in shock, all looking towards the sounds of the explosions. Lazare only hesitated a moment before taking off towards the sounds. They wanted to make sure it wasn't anything to do with Crin. If it wasn't… meh. If it was, though, people were dying. If they could get their hands on them, that is. People were starting to run away from the site of the explosion, though Lazare couldn't quite see it yet. They were still carrying the sword– it was proof, just in case they ran into Emilia again. It was unlikely that would happen, unfortunately. Though it might be fortunate in this case. They really didn't want her near an explosion. Lazare reached an intersection and looked right. Where there once had been a police station was now a pile of smoking rubble. A crowd was forming near it, though law enforcement was already moving them away. Lazare turned invisible and slipped through the crowd and under the line of police tape. The building was pretty much destroyed, but on a half-destroyed wall, painted in red, was the mark of Crin.

Lazare ran their fingers over the paint and found it to still be wet. It appeared that the culprit had painted it on after the building had exploded, based on how clean the paint looked. Lazare closed their eyes, trying to find where the person who'd painted this had gone. They got a slight ping a few blocks down, moving slowly. Probably walking as to not draw any attention. Lazare dropped their hand from the paint and turned, weaving around the rubble until they made it to the sidewalk. Once they were a decent way away from the explosion, they appeared again, following the trail. Hopefully, it would be a follower of Crin and not some random person who thought her symbol looked cool.

They were gaining on whoever had painted on Crin's symbol. Only a block away now, and gaining fast. Whoever it must've been walking at a glacial pace. Good for them. Lazare dodged around a group of people and sprinted across a street, narrowly avoiding being run over. The sounds of honking followed them as they kept going. They were close now, almost right in front of them. Lazare took a few more steps, only to pass them, somehow? Glancing over their shoulder, Lazare noticed a small alleyway snaking between two buildings. Lazare slowed down, still looking over their shoulder, only to run straight into someone. They stumbled backward, a look of annoyance on their face. "Sorry." The word was short and sharp, more to make sure no one slowed down their pursuit of the bomber than anything.

Lazare started down the alley, their eyes finally fixing on a figure walking down the alley. They slowed down, keeping their footsteps quiet. But they weren't exactly the stealthiest being, and the person noticed them. The bomber turned around, his mouth turned down in disappointment. Lazare stopped a few feet away from him and gave him a quick once-over. They didn't see anything obvious that proclaimed him part of Crin's… whatever, but they didn't rule out that possibility. The man also looked them over, his eyes widening slightly in surprise when he saw the sword in Lazare's hand.
"You're part of the group?" He asked slowly, looking from the sword to Lazare's face. "No… you're not."
"No, but you are," Lazare said, pointing the sword at him. "Why the blown-up building, darling?"
"To make a point. People need to know what's in store for them." The man grinned wickedly and held up something that looked a lot like a hand-held detonator. "I thought I might be followed, so I have a backup plan. Shouldn't have followed me, kid." The man pulled out a package and tossed it at Lazare's feet. "Bye!" He clicked the button and ran. Lazare stared after him in shock, then looked down at the package. And then it exploded in their face.