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

Given the fact that patience wasn't one of their strong suits, it was no wonder that Lazare soon ended up at the last place they'd seen Emilia. Hopefully, she was still there, because if not, they were in for another long search. Lazare stood in front of the building, debating whether they should simply just walk in or if they should knock. Eventually, they decided to knock, since breaking in would probably put Emilia in a bad mood. Waking her up might do that too, but they'd take that chance. Lazare took a deep breath, then rung the doorbell. Now all they had to do was wait. They nervously sipped on their iced coffee and tapped their toe on the ground. Waiting really wasn't one of their strong suits, either.

"Good morning!" Lazare exclaimed, grinning brightly at Emilia. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Their heart lept slightly at the sight of Emilia, though they did their very best not to seem too happy to see her. "Can I come in?" Lazare took a sip of their drink, trying to figure out what they would do next. If she tried to close the door, they would stop her. If she let them in, they would go on about Crin's evilness and the destruction of an entire city and all that. Elaborating on the power of the skull might also make her change her mind about helping them since the skull really was a terrible item of destruction. Above all, they just hoped she would be less against being the chosen one that morning. Arguing really wasn't appealing to them at the moment.

"Well, you sure are in a cheery mood." Lazare noticed. "Fine, don't talk to me. I want to talk to you, anyways." They walked into the house, closing the door behind them before following Emilia to what looked like a kitchen. "So… did you see the news last night? An entire city got destroyed. You know why by? Crin. I told you she was crazy-evil and needed to be stopped." Lazare sat down in a chair and sipped some more of their iced coffee. "So, what are your thoughts on that today? Still no?" They stared at her, hoping that by the sheer power of their thoughts, they could convince her to help them. "Do you want the specifics of what you'd need to do?"

"Fine." Lazare pressed their lips together and crossed their legs. They'd run out of iced coffee, which really was describing the situation they were in that moment. Sad and empty of anything interesting. Lazare watched Emilia, then decided that too creepy and glanced around the kitchen. Every once in a while, they would glance back at Emilia for a few seconds, then look away really quickly. What were they going to do to entertain themselves for however long it was? They shifted in their chair and started twirling some hair around their fingers. Maybe now was the time to bring out their phone and start playing games. Nah, they'd do it when they'd totally exhausted every other method of entertaining themself. It was last resort, after all.

Lazare let out a huge sigh and dropped their hands to the table. Now what? They really didn't want to resort to playing games– that would probably make Emilia thing even lower of them than she already did. Maybe they could make themselves look beautiful. Yeah, they'd do that. Lazare started undoing the braided crown, their hair falling into their face in soft, white waves. Now, this was something they could do for a while. They could probably go all out and do some makeup too. Emilia was basically ignoring them, anyway, so she probably wouldn't care. But first, they had to take care of their hair. They watched Emilia as they braided their hair back. It looked like she was making pancakes. Would she let them have any, or did they just have to watch her eat? It was probably going to be the second option, which made them kind of sad. They liked pancakes but didn't want to ask her for fear of her snapping at them again.

(Oh, you're good!)
Lazare finished braiding their hair and leaned on the counter for a second, trying to remember where they'd put their makeup bag. It should be in their bathroom, but they were pretty sure they'd moved it since the last time they'd used it. "Hmm…" Lazare hummed, their eyebrows creased. They were pretty sure it was under their bed and took a chance. A small bag appeared on the counter and Lazare grinned. "Yay!" They unzipped the bag and started rummaging through it, trying to find some nice lip gloss. "Sorry if I'm making a mess." Lazare then proceeded to dump the entire bag out on the counter and sifted through it. For some reason, they couldn't find anything in there– though that might have just been distracted by Emilia. It seemed to be happening a lot, and they couldn't stop glancing at her. Curse their heart.

Lazare finally picked out a tube of lip gloss and pulled a small mirror from the pile of stuff on the corner. They glanced at Emilia, then looked at the mirror and swiped a bit of gloss over their lips. Okay, maybe there was a second reason for doing this, other than saving them from boredom. Even though there was no way, maybe they could make themselves a little less annoying in Emilia's eyes and a little more… something else. It was foolish– everything they did and said was foolish. They normally didn't care, but for once, they cared what someone thought of them. And they'd already ruined it. Lazare twisted the top into the lip gloss and dropped it into the pile with a sad sigh. No amount of makeup could save their heart now.

Lazare searched through the pile half-heartedly, getting more and more distracted by the smell of pancakes. They smelled so good, and Lazare really wanted to get to eat at least one. But they were sure Emilia wouldn't share any with them. They gazed longingly at the pancake in the pan, then looked up at Emilia before turning their attention back on the pile. It was useless trying to continue, so they started putting everything back into the bag. One by one, so it would go slower. Maybe they should get into knitting or something like that. It might help their problem, though they didn't have any yarn or needles at the moment. And they didn't know how to knit, which was the first problem.

Lazare sent their bag back to wherever it had come from and drew their knees up to their chest. This was no fun, and those pancakes were smelling better and better the longer they sat there. That muffin hadn't filled them up enough, it seemed. Emilia didn't seem close to offering them any– or was she? Lazare's head shot up at Emilia's offer, a big smile appearing on their face.
"Really? Oh, you're awesome!" They lept off the chair they were sitting on and glided over to where Emilia had set up her pancake-making station. This was the best! Lazare carefully poured some batter into the pan. They weren't the best a cooking, but they could make pancakes. It was one of the few things they could make. Lazare flipped the pancake with ease, deciding that they would only make one. As they waited for the pancake to finish cooking, Lazare glanced around for a plate to put it on. Finding none just sitting around and not wanting to trouble Emilia for one, they just called for one from their place. A crystal plate appeared next to the stove, and Lazare put the pancake on it. "Thank you!" They sang, stepping away from the stove, plate in hand.

And once again, Emilia was angry with them. Honestly, they should expect nothing different by now. Lazare made their way back to the chair they'd been sitting at and sat down, summoning a fork so they wouldn't be eating with their fingers. They should probably go soon so Emilia could think about everything that had happened alone. Besides, they were pretty sure she was close to stabbing them or something, and they really didn't want that to happen. Lazare could feel whatever good mood they'd had slowly slipping away, replaced by a sort of melancholy feeling. They also felt like screaming, but they restrained themself. That would definitely not go over well with Emilia.

Lazare ate quickly, keeping their eyes on the food in front of them. The pancakes were really good, but they didn't really want to bother Emilia and tell her. She'd probably just get snappy at them again. They'd really chosen a good person to like, didn't they? Lazare ate the last of the pancake and quickly sent the plate and fork away. "Well," they said, getting up, "that was really good, Emilia, but I'm afraid I have to leave. Goodbye." Lazare gave her a smile, though it was a little sadder than they were going for, and started towards the door. They were so wrapped up in feeling very sorry for themselves as they walked away from the house that they didn't even notice the group of people in front of them until they'd already run into it. Lazare looked up in surprise, only to see a group of Crin's followers grinning meanly at them. "Uh… hi."
"This is the one," One of the followers said confidently. They were all wearing masks and carrying those fancy swords, which really didn't bode well for Lazare. "Sorry, kid, but you're going to die today."
"What?" Lazare frowned in confusion, then remembered sticking their nose into all sorts of Crin's business and killing one of her followers. "Oh, right. Would it help if I said sorry?"

The group of Crin's followers spread out around Lazare, trapping them. Well, not really, since they could just turn everyone into stone or disappear. But they wanted to know why and how they had all followed them, so they stayed put.
"You killed one of our own. And you're sticking your nose into things that don't concern you," The follower that had spoken before said. He had a black mask that was probably supposed to make him look all scary, but it didn't really work on them.
"And for that, you gotta kill me, right? That's the drill." They quickly glanced around. They'd made it far enough away from the house Emilia was in that they didn't think she would get hurt if anyone tried to blow them up again. But they still didn't like how close to her all this danger was. "So… did you just follow me around the city, or what?"
"You stand out in a crowd. It wasn't hard to find you," The guy said, his voice amused. There was something familiar about him, but Lazare couldn't place it. "Now… one last question before we kill you: how'd you survive that bomb?" Oh, that was it. He was the one who'd blown up the police station and then attempted to blow them up.

"Well, I'm really fast," Lazare said slowly. They didn't want to play their 'I'm a god' card just yet. If they did, they'd have to get rid of every single one of the people around them. If Crin knew the gods were after her, she would probably go into deep hiding. It wouldn't stop the gods, but it would slow them down quite a lot.
"Right. Well, I don't think you'll be fast enough," The guy who'd blown them up said, motioning to the rest of the followers. They all unsheathed blades and advanced on them. Wait, not all of them. Through the crowd, Lazare saw two followers walking towards the house Emilia was in.
"Where are those two going? Too scared of me?" Lazare asked, pointing towards them.
"Oh, no, you might have told whoever was inside about us, and we can't take that risk. Sorry." The guy shrugged. Lazare watched in horror as one of the followers rang the doorbell to Emilia's house. Hopefully, she wouldn't answer the door, thinking it was them again.

The masked figures around Lazare closed in, blocking their view of the two going after Emilia. Oh, let that door be a sturdy one! But for now, they had to take care of the immediate threat. Lazare summoned the blade they'd taken from the one follower they'd killed– probably not the best option if they wanted to stop the followers from being mad, but that wasn't what they were going for. The group stepped back at the sight of the sword, but soon saw what was on the blade and came at them. Being a god– and a short god, at that– Lazare was really good at dodging and ducking the blades. Half the followers were down by their own hand, and Lazare quickly took care of the rest. They didn't try to kill them, but if it happened, they weren't too sad about it. Lazare stepped out of the ring of semi-conscious, heavily-bleeding bodies and ran towards the other two. One appeared to be getting ready to shoot a blast of magic at the door to break it down. Lazare threw out their hand to turn them into something, but a knife somehow found itself sticking out of their shoulder. Someone from behind them must have not been all the way incapacitated, it would seem. The pain and the sheer surprise of suddenly owning a new knife distracted them enough to let the two followers bust down the door and disappear into Emilia's house.

Lazare whirled around, pulled the knife out of their shoulder and threw it into the face of the person who it belonged to. They went down and Lazare turned towards the house. The empty doorway of the house was quiet, which hopefully meant that Emilia hadn't been found yet. They sprinted towards the house and skidded through the doorway. Lazare couldn't see either the two followers or Emilia, but they had to find the followers before she got found. "Hey, Crin's followers! I took out all your friends! Want a little revenge? I'm right here!" They yelled, eyes flicking around the area. Oh, if only they'd taken a tour of the place beforehand! That would have made this whole thing easier. But all they had now was the hope that the anger the followers had for them was more than their want to kill Emilia. And, of course, the hope that she hadn't been found yet.