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❝ WORDS: 868 TAG: Evangeline Lys de Verre NOTES: Nothing says bonding like commiserating over a soap opera! HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS Dormitory... Dormitory, dormitory, dormitory... Now where was that again? Carmim strolled across the spacious Haven Academy campus, headed towards the dormitory building. She'd just gotten all cleared to enter the Academy, and now all that was left was moving in. Thankfully, she didn't have too much luggage to haul around- just two rolling suitcases full of clothes and essentials. She liked to live pretty sparsely; "can't take it wit' you when ya dead!" She smiled to herself at one of her mother's catchphrases. She sure did miss home... But she liked Mistral well enough too. Her Uncle Fadaka lived here, which was great. He definitely staved off a lot of the homesickness, and it was his recommendation that got her into the Academy in the first place, so she was certainly quite grateful to him for the opportunity. And having Vinho and Granado around helped too- her brothers could be a handful, but they were her best friends, and she would have been so lost without them to help her figure out how to survive in the big fancy cities of this kingdom that always felt way too fast for her. Of course, it would have been even nicer if they could have been here to help carry these bags... Carmim was always priding herself on her strength and endurance, but yeesh, these bags were weighing her down! Who knew clothes could be so heavy? Of course, the big wooden drum slung against her hip wasn't making this much easier. But at this point, she'd been carrying Storyteller around long enough that it just felt like a part of her body, like an arm or leg. Except less immediately useful in this situation, as an arm or leg would be... Fortunately, her slight inconvenience would be ending soon- she was already headed up the steps and through the ornate doorway to the dorms. Within a few minutes, she'd managed to lug her bags all the way up to her new room, where she could unceremoniously sling them onto her bed or something. Look, she'd just spent all day getting orientated at by faculty, unpacking was a low priority. Of course, it pained her to leave those bags there... What would her parents say if they knew she was being so lazy!? No, this certainly wouldn't do. She turned right back around at the door, and went through both of her suitcases, unpacking and neatly folding her clothes, before placing them in what she assumed was her dresser- it was the only empty one, anyways. Organized by color, of course. She sighed, shaking her head. Well, at least her part of the room would be nice and neat when it came time for bed. And the next morning, she'd certainly appreciate having already done all the "hard" work of officially moving in. Speaking of which, she heard she had a few roommates. Seems like none of them were home at the moment, though, so she was by herself. Well, this would be a good time to do some exploring of the building. Maybe she should check out the Common Room? She heard there was a TV in there, and she was really itching to see if that show her Uncle was always watching was on- at first, she just watched it because it was there, but then she really got into it! And, of course, walking down the hall, she caught a glimpse of dialogue from the very show she was hoping to find! "Oh, Lisa, my darling... Your eyes shine as brightly as the moon in the sky!"" "Oh Toya..." "You make my heart dance and sing, oh, you make me so happy to be alive, with you in my arms." "Oh Toya! Yes, I feel the same way!" "And that is why!... I must leave you, my sweet Lisa. I cannot stay!" "Toya, no!" What gripping drama! Such burning romance! And such heated heartbreak! Oof, Carmim was just a few seconds too late- the episode was over already, ending on a cliffhanger. Those writers were just too good at keeping her on the edge of her metaphorical seat... But just as she was about to turn back to her room, disappointed at missing her show, she caught the sight of a petite blonde girl sitting on one of the couches, on the edge of her literal seat. Well this was a nice surprise! She stepped further into the room and waved at the girl with a big grin. "Hey t'ere, my friend! You were just watching "You are t'e Dust," yeah?" She stepped around the couch and plopped down on the other side of the couch from Eva. "I'm Carmim, you can call me Ca' if it's betta'." She stuck out a hand for the other girl to shake if she were so inclined. "So, I have to know now- what in t'e world happened in this episode!? I was so sure Toya was going to stay steady wit' Lisa for at least one more episode!" Ooohh, that Toya. Always doing the most expected unexpected things! Her heart went out to poor Lisa. And now she'd found a new friend to talk about the show with! Hooray!

LAIKA OF GS!

[Evangeline Lys de Verre]

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It was that time once again, that special time after classes that Evangeline looked forward to. She finished earlier today, so she had a lot of time to prepare. A shower to freshen up, a lot of time spent grooming her hair and skin, until finally, when the hour arrived, Evangeline was seated comfortably on the sofa in the Common Room. A small, open tub of vanilla ice cream was sitting on the couch right next to her, a spoon sticking out of her mouth as she watched the TV with complete and utter investment. The nail polish brush lay forgotten in her hand, her feet pulled up onto the couch with her knees near her face, half of the toenails on one foot painted a light shade of pink, the other half unpainted. A sky blue blouse and a pair of pastel pink pajamas adorned her body, the bunny slippers currently unworn on the floor.

A drop fell from the brush onto her foot, jerking her back to attention. "Bubbles!" She swore, which wasn't exactly a swear. But her mother had taught her that ladies didn't swear, so she had to make do with other words. She quickly cleaned off the dab with a tissue from the box nearby that she had kept for her tears, which would be following soon by how the show was progressing.

Her attention returned to the screen as Toya was having an emotional breakdown on the roof.

"I did not hit her, it's not true, it's bullshit! I did not hit her, I did not!" Toya exclaimed in despair on the TV, before he saw his friend was there. "Oh hi Mark."

"No Toya, do not talk to 'zis Mark! He'z sleeping with Liza behind your back! Oh no!" Evangeline exclaimed out loud in a squeaky voice, completely caught in the drama of the show as she absently painted another toenail.

The show went on through its ups and downs, and by the time the climax cliffhanger arrived, Evangeline had sufficiently painted all of her nails and was letting them dry, tissues stuck up to her large blue eyes as tears leaked from her eyes. "Nooooo, Toya... Don't leave herrr!" She bemoaned as he left her after only getting back together with her for a grand total of 9 in-show hours, and 24 minutes. She let out another small wail of despair as the show cut off there in a cliffhanger, wiping the tears out of her eyes.

That's when Carmim walked in and made her presence known, causing Evangeline to jump, startled as she had been so focused in the show. She turned her face to Carmim, eyes open wide with tears swimming there, the blue color glitching out for a second or two, turning into various other colors before returning to the sapphire blue. She nodded enthusiastically.
"Oui! 'You are 'zee dust of my heart'! You know of 'zis show?" She said, her voice still thick from the crying but enthusiasm and excitement evident in her tone. Evangeline drew her knees closer to her body, pulling her feet back to make more space as the red haired girl plopped down onto the couch as well. It surprised her to find someone else who was as small as her, but also who watched the show she enthused about so much.

"Carmim! Och, such a magnifique name!" She said with a bright smile showing off her dainty white teeth as she took the girl's offered hand with her right hand, shaking it. "I'm Evangeline, but 'zee people call me Eva." She introduced herself, still sniffling from the emotional rollercoaster that the drama provided.
When Carmim asked her about the episode, Evangeline shook her head violently, a frown and pout coming onto her face. "Toya iz a poophead! He loves Liza but always leaves her! She had to go to his best friend, Mark, who slept with her! Mark iz a bad guy but he's so dreamy..." Evangeline trailed off as she imagined Mark. Yes, he was definitely very attractive. She shook her head lightly to clear her head and continued, "But now Toya 'zinks he is no good for Liza, oui? But he iz good for her! He does not see 'zis! He iz a poophead!" She exclaimed loudly and angrily, all the emotions from the show carrying over in her ranting about how the love triangle was progressing. Even the word 'poophead' was a very vulgar word for a lady such as Evangeline to be using, but she couldn't help herself! It spoke volumes about how Toya's antics played with her emotions as an avid viewer. She was also very excited to finally have someone to vent her thoughts about the show to.

[Carmim Clover]

❝ WORDS: 516 TAG: Evangeline Lys de Verre NOTES: The poor croissant... )-; HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS This girl was already piquing Carmim's interest. First, she was an even bigger "Dust" fan than herself, and her Toya-directed rage was just adorable. And she hardly ever met anyone as short as herself, so that was a definite plus as well; short girls gotta stick together, y'know? Note to self... buy a big trench coat, and fit myself and t'is one in it! Already, the plans were rolling through her brain. That one was pretty silly, though, so she wouldn't actually be doing that. Well. No promises... Carmim sized up Evangeline as the girl spoke, quite rapidly, with an interesting accent she hadn't encountered before. She looked like a glass figurine, with her delicate-looking features and big blue- no, green, uh, brown... Purple? Yellow eyes? Whatever color they were, they were big and doll-like. Oh, apparently blue. Yep, seemed to be blue- must have imagined all those other colors. She rubbed at her own eyes a bit- Oof, I must be tired after all t'ose orientations... "Do I know of it? Ooooh, I've seen every episode!! It is my favorite!" She smiled brightly as she expressed her enthusiasm for the show, but her smile soured just a bit as she remembered that cliffhanger ending. Ack, Toya, why must you rip at my heart strings like t'is!? "...Which makes episodes like t'ese so hard for me to watch... Oh, Lisa... Why can't he see that you need him so?" She sighed with the exasperation of a schoolteacher on recess duty, with a sad shake of her head, before perking up again. "Oh! T'ank you, Evangeline, you' own name is just as lovely!" As Eva went on about the show, Carmim just nodded her head in agreement- Toya was a poophead, that's for sure. Poor Lisa just wanted to be held close at night, and he just kept breaking her heart! What a jerk! And then Mark... Mmm. Mark... She spaced out for a second, thinking about his luscious golden hair, rippling down his muscular back... Huh? Oh! Yeah, yeah, Mark was a jerk too, he's even worse than Toya. "He is such a poophead, you are right about t'is." She paused for a moment, letting Toya's poopheadedness find its way to him through the TV screen, so he could mend his doggish ways. "...But hopefully he will come crawling back to he' like he always does in t'e end. I could not bea' to watch he' suffe' like t'is much longe'..." She slid her drum off of her hip sling, setting it on the floor beside her. In all the excitement, she'd forgotten she was still wearing it, and it was starting to press her into the couch cushions. Oof. Bette'. Now distracted from the show, herself, she recognized Eva's own distress, and decided to offer her a segway into a different conversation, one with less love triangles and sadness. "So, my friend, what fun things are t'ere to do here at Haven? I am a little new here, so I have not had the chance to see where everybody hangs out at."

LAIKA OF GS!

[Evangeline Lys de Verre]

tell me pretty lies

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Evangeline practically squeaked in excitement when Carmim related to her feelings about the show. Eva was very pleased to finally have someone else who loved the show he loved. Everyone else she had tried talking about the show to had only scoffed at her for it, calling it a silly, stupid show that made no sense. Well... That was true, but that was the fun of it! It was make-believe, a fake overly dramatic story, which is why she loved it.

Her eyes, which were back to a constant sapphire blue now, held Carmim's eye contact as they spoke, breaking off or unfocusing briefly at times to study the girl. She appeared to be shorter than Evangeline by just a tad bit, which was surprising. Eva had never thought she'd find someone shorter than even her. After all, her own height was mainly because of her synthetic body parts inhibiting her growth. She also seemed to embody her name, which sounded a lot like the color carmine, as the girl had both red hair and red eyes. And despite her height, she seemed to be somewhat... Solid? Durable? Resilient. Unlike Evangeline, who gave off an impression of porcelain that might break at the slightest touch, Carmim had an air around her that gave off stability. She also had a distinct accent that Evangeline couldn't really place, but it definitely wasn't something she had heard in Atlas. Perhaps it was a western dialect?

As they talked, Evangeline continued to paint her toenails, until all of them were finally colored. She set the polish bottle back on the table, now began to wait to let her nails dry. She sighed with some measure of exasperation directed at the show, shaking her head, which caused her pale gold locks of hair to bob side to side. "I do not even know who I want Liza to end up wiz... If I will be honezt, I do not like Liza. She iz taking 'zee advantage of both Toya and Mark." Evangeline said, her lips pursed into a small pout. However, her countenance brightened considerably with curiousity and intrigue when Carmim shifted her drums.

As Carmim asked a question, no doubt steering away from the topic of Lisa's antics before they began to curse her, Evangeline's eyes shifted back from Carmim's drums to her eyes, before going off to the ceiling as Evangeline adopted a thoughtful expression on her face. "Umm.... Well, 'zere are many classes which can be most fun. A lot of the boys-" She rolled her eyes at that word, "- like to have 'zee fun by fighting or beating each other up. I like going around 'zee school grounds. It's very nice here, very green. I also like to play my violin out in 'zee grounds, or in 'zee music rooms. 'Zey have very nice music rooms for our use too!" Evangeline said, giving Carmim another bright smile, before branching off into her next question, "You play the drum, oui? I play a violin! Both because I love to and because my semblance relies on it."

[Carmim Clover]

❝ WORDS: 760 TAG: Evangeline Lys de Verre NOTES: BFFs Forever HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS This girl was fascinating. Carmim smiled to herself as she pictured a pair of puppies running around one another, wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, both trying to investigate a new playmate. It was always a good feeling, meeting a kindred spirit, and this was no exception. She was also still stuck on the other girl's name. Evangeline... What a beautiful word! She's never heard a name like it before, but it had this magic to it, a very distinctly fairy tale-like quality. Evangeline. That was the name of her new friend. Such a lovely name for such a lovely person. And to think, someone else who loved the same show! Carmim hadn't really had too many interactions with televisions in her life- there was only ever one radio in her village, growing up, and it was in the general store beside her dad's shop. She spent a good bit of time there, listening to static-y music and radio stories, but it wasn't until she came to Mistral, a year ago, that she'd even seen a TV. At first, it was weird, and she didn't really get how it worked, but eventually she got accustomed to the talking pictures on the box. And, of course, one of those talking pictures was "You Are the Dust of My Heart." She was hooked instantly, obviously. And now she had a new friend to talk about her favorite show with! This was so awesome. She just nodded along as Eva discussed the intricacies of Liza- er, Lisa's, love triangle. Really, was anyone the hero of that story? Toya was a troubled man with a heartbreaking streak, Mark, of course, was an absolute ass, but he really was so dreamy... Huh? What was I t'inking about...? Oh!! And Lisa, as Eva had just said, she was just plain taking advantage of the situation. Toya provided her with love and stability, but Mark had excitement and a wallet packed with Lien. Truly, that was what made the show so compelling- with all those flawed personalities clashing, no wonder there was so much conflict! Her mind was snapped away from all these thoughts, though, as Evangeline answered her question. She had to giggle a bit at the comment about the boys. "T'ey sound like my brot'ers. I have four of t'em, and t'ey were always acting up t'at way." Of course, she left out the bit where whenever her brothers got to fighting, she would soundly kick all of their asses. What else would one expect from the runt, and only girl, of the family? She took after her mom in that regard- "small, but fierce." Of course, while beating one another with sticks did have its benefits, these music rooms were what caught her ear. Her eyes sparkled a bright ruby red as her mouth gaped just a little in wonderment. "You mean t'ere are whole rooms just set aside for music?" She looked excited enough to just fly out of her seat and swirl around the room on a cloud of joy. "And we can use t'em any time we want!? T'at is incredible! What are t'ese music rooms like?" And just as she thought her excitement couldn't grow any higher, she caught Eva's next question, which removed her sense of impulse control entirely. She shot right across the couch to Eva and (as lightly as she could muster- the girl still looked like a porcelain doll) grabbed her hands as she beamed at her, much closer to the other girl's face than she had been previously, and talking like an auctioneer on his third cup of joe. "Oh my gosh, you play t'e violin, my mot'e' plays t'e violin, t'at is so cool! It has such a beautiful sound, I love it, I cannot get enough of t'at sound, and you actually play it too, and-" She gasped as the realization hit her of the second half of what Evangeline said. And then her words sped up just a wee bit more. "And your violin is your semblance as well?! T'at is what my drum is for! Oh my gosh, I did not t'ink t'at anybody else I eve' met would be like me, t'is is so amazing, you are so cool, my friend! Well we must go and play music toget'e' some time, t'is has to happen!" And again, with as much care as she could take to avoid breaking the delicate little thing with her strength, she wrapped Evangeline up in a big hug. This was the best. Day. Ever!

LAIKA OF GS!

[Evangeline Lys de Verre]

tell me pretty lies

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Evangeline's eyes would widen noticeably when Carmim related to her brothers. "You have brothers!?" She exclaimed with a degree of fascination. "Oh, you must tell me! What iz it like? Growing up wiz not just one, but four brothers!? I'm 'zee only child, and I did not have 'zee close friends as a child. So I do not know what it iz like to have ziblings." She explained, leaning forward with interest to hear what Carmim had to say about having siblings. Throughout Evangeline's time here, Carmim was probably the first person who had managed to make such a good impression with Evangeline. She hadn't really struck up with a lot of other people yet, not as easily as she had with Carmim. Evangeline wondered if having a sister or brother was like this, someone you could easily talk to and relate to. The thought of it brought a smile to her face. They had just met several minutes ago and were already enthusing like two old friends. Evangeline had high hopes for the future of this friendship.

She would nod enthusiastically at Carmim's surprise about the music rooms, her platinum locks bobbing up and down with the motions. "Oui, whole rooms for music! You cannot use 'zem whenever you want, however... 'Zere is a sign up sheet, and you book a time and date to occupy 'zee room!" She paused, adopting a thoughtful look on her face as she tried to think about the music room visually to explain how it was to Carmim. "Well... It iz a room... Several rooms... 'Zey are soundproof so you can play without bothering o'zer people... 'Zat's about it." She said, giving a small shrug.

It seemed that Carmim shared Evangeline's excitement for music, as Evangeline reciprocated perfectly with Carmim's reaction, grasping Carmim's hands back when the red haired girl reached over to clasp her hands. The difference between their hands was somewhat evident, as Carmim's hands were definitely sturdier and more steady, while Evangeline's hands were far more delicate even to the touch, albeit her left hand was strangely colder than her right hand, which was the kind of warmth expected from a hand. Evangeline's smile was blinding with how wide it was, pearly whites being shown off as Evangeline almost let out a soft squeal of excitement and joy.
"Oh! Your mama plays 'zee violin too? C'est tres bien! It iz my favourite inztrument! And oui, it iz my semblance! Your semblance is music too!? Your drums!? Oh mon dieu! 'Zis is great, we muzt play togezher one day!" Evangeline's voice was just as rapid and excited as Carmim, both of them almost talking over each other in their haste to respond and communicate this brand new piece of information that they had found out, and Evangeline did indeed squeal in joy and amusement when both she and Carmim ended their rapid dialects with wanting to play together, meeting Carmim half way for the hug, hugging the red haired girl tightly as she had no worries that the red haired girl was fragile.

"What iz your semblance doing, mademoiselle Carmim?" Evangeline would ask once she eased out of the hug, curiousity now lighting up in her eyes as she cocked her head. "My semblance, Mélodie de l'âme, allows me to ei'zer heal Aura around me or cause mental trauma around me." Evangeline explained her own semblance first as a courtesy. Her semblance was very support based, unlike most of the other semblances in the academy. Evangeline's semblance could scarcely find use by herself, and relied on a team to utilize fully.

[Carmim Clover]

❝ WORDS: 712 TAG: Evangeline Lys de Verre NOTES: #BBFFs. Best Bard Friends Forever! HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS Oh boy, it sure was hard to keep a handle on all her enthusiasm! If all this high energy excitement kept up, Carmim and Evangeline would cause the whole school to explode, for sure. No doubt, if there were any outside observers, they would be utterly, hopelessly, confused by the relentless high-speed chattering. But this was just so much fun! Who knew her first new friend at Haven would be so awesome!? "Ohhh, let me tell you!" Carmim exclaimed. Her brothers were a mess, she had so many stories to tell. But most of those would have to wait for another day. For now, she'd have to settle for a summary. "I am t'e youngest out of all of t'em, so believe me, t'ey were a handful growing up! Always teasing and messing wit' me. Of course, when I got old enough, t'en it was my turn to tease and pick on t'em!" She beamed with pride as she remembered the time she scared all four of her brothers up a tree with her well-practiced impression of a Beowolf growl. Her youngest brother almost wet himself! "But t'ey weren't all that bad, mostly. I always had someone to look out fo' me when I needed it, and it was nice having someone around to get things fo' me off of tall shelves." She sighed softly. That was definitely the one disappointment she had about her first new friend here- for all of Evangeline's wonderful traits, she was barely any better off than Carmim at reaching things high off the ground! She would definitely have to make sure her second Haven friend was at least six foot five... "It is always strange to t'ink, t'ough, t'at my brot'ers are all so spread out in age. My youngest brot'er, Vinho, is only a year older t'an me, but my oldest one, Vermel, is eight years older. By t'e time I was ten, he was already eighteen and always busy away from home. I actually haven't seen him in a while- I've been in Mistral for a year now, and haven't been back to Vacuo since I left." A frown spread across her face, for just a second, but she perked back up again pretty quickly at Evangeline's answers to her questions about the music rooms. A sign-up sheet would hardly be an obstacle for the ever-determined Carmim. She was already concocting schemes in her head of how to slip in some extra practice time without anybody noticing! Except Evangeline, of course- she would obviously let her friend use the rooms to her heart's content, but everyone else would just have to step aside for the queen of drums! Bwahaha! "Ohh, t'at is so exciting! I cannot wait to see t'em. My dad had a small music shop, but t'e closest t'ing we had to a music room was his workshop, where he kept all his drums and ot'er instruments." And right on cue, Evangeline was asking about her mother as well, which brought a smile to Carmim's face. "Yes, yes, she does! She used to sing us children to sleep, while she played the prettiest lullabies on her violin..." Her voice trailed off a bit, wistful for home. But she was still very excited about Haven Academy, so not even a little homesickness would slow her down! She was already starting to puzzle together what her new friend's semblance was like, when Evangeline started describing it. So she could heal and dish out some mental trauma? That was pretty cool! Certainly a lot cooler-sounding than Carmim's own semblance, which she shared with a small smile. "Your semblance sounds so cool! Mine isn't nearly as exciting, I can only make big sound blasts with my drum." She patted Storyteller for emphasis, smiling brightly at her old friend. Solid, made of humble hardwood and goatskin; not nearly as flashy as all the gunswords and rocket launcher purses she'd since since she got to Haven. But he lived up to his name- he was old and full of stories. Stories that Carmim was only beginning to add to! Starting with the story of how she met her new best friend! As great a story as any tale of Grimm-slaying and adventure.

LAIKA OF GS!

[Evangeline Lys de Verre]

tell me pretty lies

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Evangeline listened with utmost attention to Carmim's tale of her life growing up with siblings. It was such a fascinating and new topic for her as she had always wondered what it would be like to have brothers, or siblings in general. It sounded fun, the way Carmim was telling her, and Evangeline could also tell that Carmim enjoyed her life with them too.
"Oh, 'zis makes me wish for brothers of my own!" She exclaimed, straightening up as her eyes turned skywards in thought. "I was 'zee only child, oui? I was always doted on by my mama and papa, but I never got to leave 'zee estate until I finally went to Atlaz academy. Even 'zere, I did not make any friend. Most looked down on me because I was not very military capable." Her smile held a slightly sad edge to it now, there only for a few seconds before vanishing, replaced by her usual cheer, reminiscent of a cloud passing in front of the sun for nary a few seconds.

Evangeline tilted her head, her lips parting in slight surprise as she snapped her fingers on her right hand. "Aha! So 'zat is where you are from! Vacuo. 'Zat is very far." She said with sincere interest.
"What brings you to Miztral, Carmim?" She added, voicing the question that came to her mind. It wasn't often that Evangeline met someone else who was not local to Mistral, and especially since Vacuo was very far, almost across the world. She wondered what brought Carmim all the way here, especially since she had an entire family who she seemed very fond of. With Evangeline, she had left because, as much as she loved her family, she felt too suffocated at home, unable to do anything to help. She had a very strong urge to help people, after all. And Mistral was her best choice for it, given it's current status after the Fall that happened, with the people in so much danger and suffering.

Emily's excitement would keep rising, as impossible as it seemed, as Carmim talked about her father owning a music shop. "Your papa owns a music shop!? Does everyone in your family have something to do with music!? Tres bien, that is wonderful! Does he sell 'zee violins?" She asked, tilting her head, the excited smile still on her face. However, the excitement did soften down when Carmim began to talk about her mom, turning into a more sincere, softer smile.
Evangeline placed a hand over Carmim's hand, patting it comfortingly as she said, "I miss my mama and papa too. Sometimes I feel like going back to home, back to them so I could hug my mama again, or have my papa pat my head again. But we're here to help people, to help our parents back home so 'zey will be safe. Thinking like that helps me whenever I feel homesick." Her voice also trailed off, holding a longing tone to it as her eyes unfocused momentarily over memories. But she gave Carmim another reassuring pat on the hand before letting go, drawing back to her previous posture.

Sound blasts!? Carmim could make sound blasts with her drum? "No no no! My semblance is not 'zat cool, it is actually very uzeless without 'zee allies to help me. But your semblance! Sound blasts? Do you make explosions with your drum? Do you make o'zer people explode with your drum? Do you explode 'zee sound itself!? That is so much cooler! You can actually fight with your semblance!" Evangeline enthused, leaning to the side to stare and study Carmim's drum, Storyteller, from different angles, making small 'ooh's and 'ahh' sounds as she inspected it. It was a very curious looking instrument, and while Evangeline knew about drums, she hadn't seen one made like this before, wondering what materials it was made of. It was of a completely different style and aesthetic than Evangeline had seen before in Atlas.

[Carmim Clover]

❝ WORDS: 1056 TAG: Evangeline Lys de Verre NOTES: #HomesickLoliGang HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS It was always so neat for Carmim, hearing about other people's lives. It made making new friends fun! She listened intently as Eva talked about her childhood in Atlas, and gave a slight sympathetic nod as she mentioned being lonely at the academy there. She couldn't imagine anyone who wouldn't want to be Eva's friend, though- who could resist such a sweet, friendly, girl? So cheerful and nice! "Atlas? Hmm... Oh! T'at is to the nort', yes? I have neve' been t'ere, but it sounds like an interesting place, from what I've heard. What a'e you' mama and papa like?" Her smile widened just a bit, to a nice, full, warm glow. Best to focus on the happy memories, not the sad ones, so she figured asking more about her family would be a little better than asking about the Atlas Academy, which didn't seem like it was a very good thing for the other girl. And, as if on cue, soon after Carmim asks her question about Evangeline's home, her new friend asks her about Vacuo. Her red eyes sparkle a bit as she smiles even brighter and begins to describe her village. "Yes! I am from a very small village in Vacuo, called Bulauni." Her eyes lost a bit of that glimmer, though, as she remembered her reason for being at Haven. "Hm... Well, my village... My parents did not t'ink it was safe for me and my brot'ers to stay t'ere, and t'ey had a friend in Mistral with connections to t'e Academy here. So last yea' t'ey sent me and my two youngest brot'ers to Mistral." She decided to spare Evangeline the grim description of the attacks on her village, and she tried to remember that her parents had said they would be sending her other brothers up, and eventually themselves, as soon as they could afford it. She hoped they were doing okay... She didn't have too much time to stew on fretting over her family, though- her new bestie brought up a more fun question about back home that required her fullest attention! "Yes! He did! It was t'e only one in ou' region, so people from all of t'e ot'er villages nea'by came to buy his drums and ot'er instruments. Me and my brot'ers would always help him wit' the shop work, like cutting trees for t'e frames, and tanning hides for t'e drum heads. My brot'er, Vermel, made, and plays, flutes, and my ot'er brot'er, Granado, has his own shop a few villages away where he is a lut'ier. But before he left, he was a prodigy, like our mot'er, on string instruments. She plays violin, but he plays guitar and harp." She was proud of her family's shop, and of her brothers. Someday, if she ever retired from being a Huntress, maybe she'd settle down somewhere and open her very own drum workshop. Someday... But for now, she simply had to finish telling Evangeline about her family! The excitement was thick enough to suffocate in. "And yes! My whole family is full of musicians, it is a long tradition in my family, actually. My fat'er, of course, plays drums, like me, but his fat'er was also a drummer, and so was his grandfat'er and grandmot'er, and bot' of his parents, and so on, for a long time! My drum is actually an heirloom, made by my great-great grandmot'er, over a hundred years ago." She smiled and patted her djembe as she spoke, fondly gazing at it. "And of course, my mot'er plays t'e violin, like I said before, and my oldest brothers play flute and string instruments. My brot'er Rubio doesn't play an instrument, but he is a very good singer, and my youngest brother, Vinho, plays the kora, which is kind of like a lute. I can play that one a little bit, but I am not nearly as good at it as he is." Which was an understatement- she was definitely a drummer, first and foremost. Her kora skills mainly involved sorta remembering a few simple tunes, and that was about it. All this talk about home really had Carmim missing everybody. Simpler times, with an easy, steady, routine. Living with Uncle Fadaka was nice, and he did his best to make her feel welcome in Mistral, but there just wasn't replacing Vacuo's warm sands, and the comforting familiarity of everything. Nothing could bring as much joy to her soul as an early morning,chopping down trees to make new drums, then having a big family breakfast with roasted goat, rice, yams, and fresh tamarind juice. Sadly, that wouldn't be happening again any time soon, at least not until the rest of her family could make it to Mistral... Just as her thoughts drifted back to sadness, Evangeline's comforting touch of her hand brought her mind back into focus. She smiled at her new friend. "Thank you, Evangeline. Right. T'at is what we are here to do! So we will just have to make t'em proud of us while we are here." The redhead beamed brightly, revitalized by her friend's words, and hopefully returning them favor with her own. She liked this new person, and was very excited to have made a brand new friend on her very first day! She had to suppress a giggle, though, as said new friend started gushing over her semblance, and checking out Storyteller. "No, no, not'ing t'at amazing- no explosions, I am sad to say. But, I can shoot blasts of air at things using the sound of my drum. It is kind of like using t'e Wind dust, but it is just my semblance." She didn't really feel like her semblance was too interesting- useful, very, but not nearly as exciting as most of the other students'. "T'at is true, I can fight wit' my semblance, but yours is so much more special! You can heal your friends! T'at is t'e coolest, hands down. Anyone can beat up a Grimm- you can really help people. T'at is incredible." Even if it did require a team to fully be effective in combat, Eva's semblance was just a really good one, and matched her personality so perfectly! She was good, and pure, and seemed to care deeply about people. Carmim had definitely discovered a great friend.

LAIKA OF GS!

[Evangeline Lys de Verre]

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Carmim Clover-x- 912 words -x- more backstory and sudden exit!

Evangeline nodded to confirm that Atlas was the place to the north, making circling gestures with a hand as she said, "It can be interezting if you are interezted in robotics, military and fine dining. It is also quite cold 'zere." She listed off, saying what she could remember about Atlas. The city itself was far too large to remember much of anything, especially since Evangeline herself could not explore the city much given how protective her parents were. Speaking of which...
"My parents? Oh, well... I come from a noble family, and my parents are both retired famous musicians. But even when 'zey were working, 'zey always had 'zee time for me. I was a really needy child, almost like a helpless kitten... Always falling sick, oui?" She said, giving a short chuckle and a wistful smile at the memories. "So 'zey were always really protective of me. Whenever 'zey could not keep attention to me, 'zey had my caretaker for it. Miss Wilkins. She was also very nice and caring and almost like another mama. She would take care of me during the day a lot, and fetch me my meals and teach me my lessons. But my mama and papa would be 'zere at night. I remember, when I was very..."
She paused, her speech stuttering a bit as she thought of how to say this. Her left limbs almost gave a phantom throb as she reached this topic, and Evangeline blinked before continuing in a slightly more muted way, "... sick... I was stuck to the bed. My mama and papa were 'zere almost all the time, taking care of me. My papa would always be petting my hair to make me feel better, softly humming to me, and my mama would always be telling me little stories about many things. When I was less sick, 'zey would take turns to look after me. Sometimes one of 'zem would carry me in 'zere arms and we would all sit near the fireplace and 'zey would help me drink hot chocolat'." Her wistful smile widened as she shook her head slightly. No sad feelings for her family as most others had in this academy. No, Evangeline only had good memories of her family. Something that Carmim also had, it seems, as the red haired girl also began to talk about her own past and family.

Evangeline listened intently to Carmim's entire story of her family, surprised to see that almost all, if not all, of Carmim's family members had something to do with musical instruments! And so many instruments too! She had never heard of this 'kora' or this 'loot'! Many new things to learn about later. This meeting was great as it really did a number for Evangeline's positive esteem for the academy, as she had not made many friends before Carmim, but here and now, she was already considering Carmim to be a very close friend!

Evangeline waved off Carmim's attempts to downplay her own semblance. "Och, stop being modest Carmim!" She said, still pronouncing Carmim's name with a long E sound rather than a short I due to her accent. "You can make 'zee blasts with air! No'zing you can say will ever make 'zat seem like a less cool 'zing! I mean, listen to yourself! Blasts with air! See? Very cool!" She said grinning, enthusiastically complimenting her friend, but when the tables turned, Evangeline had backed up, leaning away from Carmim and gesturing No with her hands energetically as a small flush came to her cheeks. "No no no, my semblance is really not 'zat helpful! It only helps a little bit! And if 'zere are human opponents, I might also heal 'zem by mistake! 'Zee same wiz' my discordant ability, it can also harm my friends and allies! So It's not a very useful ability and knowing me, I might do more harm 'zen good." She said, trying to downplay her semblance the same way she had accused Carmim of doing, although it was all technically true. Nevertheless, Evangeline's scroll suddenly vibrated.

She reached over, saying a small, "Excuse me." to Carmim before checking it, ever the picture of good manners and politeness. It was just some message from the group chat that didn't really involve her, so Evangeline put it aside, but not before she looked at the time.
"Oh! It iz very late! I need to study for tomorrow!" Evangeline exclaimed, suddenly panicking a bit. She quickly rushed to gather up her things, which was her scroll, her nail polish supplies, all of which fit into a small purse she had brought. Closing the purse, she turned around and gave Carmim a quick hug, giving Carmim a cheek-to-cheek with a small "Mwah!" sound, repeating it for the other chick before breaking the hug. "I'm very happy we met, Carmim! Please, lets meet and talk again some day! I'm afraid I have to go now to study, or I might not be able to answer any questions in class... Or worse, get a B." She said, closing her eyes and shaking the scary thought away. But then she looked at Carmim again and gave her another sincere smile. "And 'Zank you Carmim, for spending time wiz' me and becoming my friend!" She said. With that, she turned around and hurried off, giving Carmim a final wave as she left the common room.

[Carmim Clover]

❝ WORDS: 651 TAG: Evangeline Lys de Verre NOTES:Until next time, little croissant-friend. < 3 HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS "Huh." She nodded thoughtfully at Eva's depiction of her home kingdom, pondering what it must be like to live in a place full of robots and fancy tea sets. And snow, for that matter- wait, was Atlas cold enough for snow? Certainly, Vacuo wasn't. And it seemed like Mistral had been relatively snow-free for the time she'd been there, so she was quite excited for winter again this year- but just to think, that maybe Atlas is full of that kind of wintry, fluffy magic all the time! It was quite an amazing prospect. Carmim smiled as Eva spoke so fondly of her own family. Though the fact that Evangeline came from nobility was a bit of a surprise- not that it was a bad thing, just that Carmim had always heard that noble-types weren't often nearly as friendly as the small blonde was. But it was nice to see that some generalizations were wrong. From what she could gather, it seemed like Eva's parents were genuinely as good and kindhearted as their daughter, which made Carmim smile. It was good that there were so many good people in the world. It was also neat knowing that they both had musical upbringings. Maybe that explained a lot of the similarities? Less neat was the hint of pain in Eva's words as she talked about her illnesses as a child. Clearly, despite her best efforts to hide it, no doubt, talking about it seemed to hurt a bit, so Carmim just gave her best, most sympathetic, nod in response, which turned into a smile as Eva regained her composure and finished her thought with talk of hot chocolate and relaxing by the fireplace. While it seemed like whatever illness she had wasn't so good, her family made those memories much happier and special, which was a beautiful thought- even in the darkest times, there will always be a light shining through. Even in Carmim's own life, when things were at their worst, she still had her family and her music to hold onto while weathering the storms. She did have to crack a bashful smile as Eva insisted that she be more proud of her semblance. It wasn't that she wasn't proud of it- it was a part of her, and very much suited her. And, as semblances went, hers was pretty handy in combat. But it just never felt as extravagant as some other ones she'd seen or heard of. Granted, extravagance didn't look too good on Carmim (aside from her suits, of course, which always slayed). But her semblance was just a one-trick pony compared to something as cool as Eva's, even taking into consideration some of its disadvantages. "I suppose you are right. But! Do not t'ink I have forgotten about you' semblance- it is also very cool, and nothing you say will make t'at less true eithe'!" Boom. Got her with her own logic! Of course, her satisfaction at totally changing Eva's mind about her semblance, definitely, for sure, absolutely, was interrupted by the other girl's Scroll going off. Huh, was it really that late? She glanced at the time herself, and double-blinked. Wow, seems like they'd been talking for a while. Oof. It couldn't be avoided now- she definitely still needed to settle into her room. Just before she could speak up, Eva did it for her, then wrapped her up in a hug and kissed at her cheeks, which was a bit odd and unexpected, but presumably was some kind of Atlas thing, so Carmim returned the gesture with only a bit of confusion and awkwardness. "T'at feeling is the same, my friend! Yes, we should totally hang out later." She beamed her brightest and best smile at Eva. "Best of luck wit' you' studying!" Huh. Maybe she oughta hit the books as well, come to think of it... Eh. Maybe tomorrow.

LAIKA OF GS!

[Wolfe]

XP Distribution

Carmim: 45

1 + 45 = 46 new total

Eva: 34

1 + 34 = 35 new total