Emily- Vince's Lab
Emily reaches over and grabs a small sandwich, forcing herself to stop fidgeting with the necklace. She nibbles at the sandwich slowly and precisely, almost clinically, considering her response. Finally, she returns her attention to Lily and replies, "I'll try." Clarifying, she adds, "If I said 'yes' outright, then it would be a lie. It's been ingrained into me for the past several years to not take things at face value, to dig and pry and trust very little. Overcoming that won't be easy. And I'm honestly not sure how the fact that Sigmund is involved will affect matters. When he's involved, I honestly think I may take leave of my senses." She smiles. "You didn't ask a question I was almost certain you would. I said that the guards had almost caught me. I didn't say how. It was a very clever plan." She puckers her lips as though she's just eaten something extremely sour and shakes her head. "Ok. That's a total lie. And I can't believe I just said that, even if it was to try to preserve some self-respect. The truth is that the plan was extremely stupid. I think a toddler would have known it was a trap, and I was an utter moron for having fallen for it. What they did was they started a rumor in the slums that they had found Sigmund. They picked a random guy who looked like him and they patrolled through the streets with him, picking up anyone who showed up to look at the procession, just in case one of them was close to Sig. Lucy told me it was a trap, the blacksmith told me it was a trap, every fabric of my being told me it was a trap. But I didn't care. On the off chance that it really was Sigmund, I wanted to see him. I let my feelings overwhelm my reason and logic, and I almost paid for it big-time."
She grimaces. "I haven't told Sigmund about it, and he hasn't pried. I guess I didn't want him to worry about me. I know that sounds extremely hypocritical, especially coming from me, but it unfortunately happens. Anyway, getting back to your question. I'll try to ease up and trust you. I can't promise you any results in that category at the present time, though, whilst still being truthful. Is that satisfying enough for you?"
Sigmund- Soggy Powderkeg
Sigmund grimaces, finishing his third glass. "He's quiet. Creepily quiet. Whenever I look in, he's just sitting there inside the cage, smirking, or as much as a werewolf can smirk, and staring back at me. I've taken to calling him 'the other guy' just to avoid referring to him by anything that might remotely resemble his name and give him any sort of validation. I'm of the belief, and it's shown to be at least somewhat true over the years, that names have power. I don't want him to have any more power than he already has. Especially not after how he greeted Emms. It was a really stupid decision. I don't know what I was thinking, and I almost certainly wasn't, but I let her into the mindscape to meet the tricky bas.tard. From the outset I knew something was wrong. I mean, normally, if I'm there, he takes the form of that ghastly werewolf. Not this time." He makes a face and takes another drink of beer. "She shows up, and he takes a form I'd rather never see again. I told you that Emms' brother, Michael, was killed when he and I were twelve, right? Well, the other guy seems to have picked up on it, because he was standing there, replicating Michael's appearance down to clothing, hair style, and the design on the knife through his heart, blood dripping down onto the floor and disappearing just before it touched the ground. That was disturbing. The fact that he kept those molten gold eyes and that stupid voice of his? The one that sounds like metal scraping across bone? Downright creepy. Having a whatever-the-****-he-is looking like a friend you trusted like a brother, while taunting you and your girlfriend is an extremely low blow. I didn't like it one bit, though it might have just been to prove to me that he was still there and still loving living." Sigmund spits to the side before running a hand through his hair. "He still tries to take over whenever I shift into a werewolf, but he hasn't succeeded yet. I honestly hope he never does, because he's a real biznitch to put back in the cage."