"First of all...how are you and your family~?" She said turning back and putting some of her favorite outfits into a briefcase. Felona kinda...stood there blankly, turning behind her she seen Rebbecca stuffing a suitcase with different articles of clothing, the sun shined on her sandy beach toned skin as her hair seemed to glow. How, odd to ask? But is it really odd? She's the daughter of the family that her own family owes debt to, of course she would like to know about the people working under her family.
Felona then remembered when they first met, a shy young girl that stood next to her parents, the parents that seemed to keep their distance from the young girl, and she noticed it too. The way they were with her brother and her, when her brother was asked to show them magic, they cheered and praised him. But when asked to Rebbecca to do something? Her father gave an excuse for her not to show it, it was then when Felona realized the sad truth that, what she thought back then was the girl was either a innocent soul being corrupted by her parents or they were simply horrible people, but seeing the way her brother acts like he's the star child and how her parents acted like Rebbecca was an unwanted child made her feel bad, the sad reality is that it's her parents, it's their fault. But, comes to show you can't judge the book by every cover, the girls fucking nuts.
"Me? Well, my family is doing fine! My dad and mom work in the fields of the manor, planting food and tending to the livestock," Felona replied, watching as Rebbecca picked up her suitcase and moved towards another one. Rebbecca's giggle and smile were met with Felona's cautious gaze; there was something about her smile that didn't sit well, a nagging sense of unease that sent a chill down Felona's spine. "How cute, you sound so happy about that...aren't you~?" Rebbecca's voice was light, but there was an unsettling undertone to her words.
Pausing in her packing, Felona turned to face Rebbecca, her expression guarded. "Why wouldn't I be happy?" she responded, attempting to maintain composure despite the growing discomfort in the air. "I don't know...wouldn't you say, such a thing is a, shame?" Rebbecca's words hung heavily in the room, and Felona felt a weight settle upon her shoulders. Despite her best efforts to ignore it, a sense of foreboding lingered.
Felona's heart raced at Rebbecca's words, a cold knot forming in the pit of her stomach. Something about the way Rebbecca spoke, the glint in her dark eyes, sent a shiver down Felona's spine. She tried to brush off the feeling, attributing it to her own paranoia, but deep down, she knew there was more to it.
"Why would you say that?" Felona's voice wavered slightly as she dared to confront Rebbecca, her gaze unwavering despite the unsettling aura that surrounded the girl.
Rebbecca's smile widened, an eerie glimmer dancing in her eyes. "Oh, no reason," she replied casually, her tone dripping with an unsettling sweetness. "Just an observation, darling."
Felona's unease deepened, her instincts screaming at her to tread carefully. With a forced smile, she turned back to her packing, her mind racing with unanswered questions. What did Rebbecca mean by "It's a shame"? And why did it feel like there was something far more leading on? First off- observation? She was observing her...to have a normal person be studying you is one thing, weird but ok. But a crazy person, with violent tendencies-yea no! That would make anyone uncomfortable, no matter if you're a god or a king, no one wants a psycho actively thinking about them! Pondering on this Felona quickly took her notepad out and jotted some things down. As her peripheral vision stayed on Rebbecca.
As Rebbecca continued to hum and select items from the closet, Felona studied her closely, noticing subtle differences in her demeanor. It was as if she were looking at a completely different person—one who moved with purpose and vitality, rather than the usual lethargy and detachment. The realization sent a shiver down Felona's spine.
'She's not acting like herself,' Felona mused silently, her thoughts racing. 'Is she trying to act like someone, or maybe...' Her thoughts trailed off as she glanced at Rebbecca's unnaturally dark pupils. There was something deeply unsettling about the girl's gaze, something that made Felona's skin crawl.
'Note to self: I definitely want to hide my notepad from her...' She thought with a low hum. Just merely imagining the things Rebbecca, could and would do to her if she sees the things she wrote down made every fiber of her being cringe. Though she has magic capabilities, even if she ends up killing Rebbecca, how would she deal with the family? Hell would they even care?
As Rebbecca approached the butler with an unsettling warmth, Felona couldn't help but go into 'deep analyzing' mode while she observed her mistress intently, but covertly. "Will father and mother be there? Or just my brother?" Rebbecca inquired innocently, her smile belying the darkness lurking beneath the surface. She started playing with her nails in her mouth as she spoke, chewing and nibbling them.
"Your father and mother will be there...as well as your brother..." Butler Hemiean replied reluctantly, his gaze shifting uneasily between Rebbecca's dark eyes and her fidgeting as she nibbled and bit her nails, that made Felona confused, because she....this the first damn time she saw her do that, ever. He stood tall, his years of service evident in his demeanor, yet there was a sadness in his eyes that spoke volumes.
Butler Hemiean was one of the rare few around the manor who actually cared deeply for Rebbecca, or at least felt sorry for her. Having served the Smirda family for 64 years, he had witnessed their rise to prominence and the highs and lows they experienced. But it was Rebbecca's treatment that troubled him the most. She was like a ghost haunting the halls, shunned and ostracized by her own family. It pained him to see her suffer, to witness the cruelty inflicted upon her.
His thoughts drifted to the institution to which Rebbecca was being sent—Kogin Asylum of the East—a place synonymous with despair and madness. Hemiean had spent years working there, surrounded by the tortured souls of the afflicted. It was a place where hope withered and sanity slipped away, leaving nothing but broken shells of humanity scattered and left behind to find its own sense of self again.
As memories of his time at the asylum flooded back, Hemiean couldn't help but feel a sense of dread gnawing at his conscience. He knew all too well the horrors that awaited Rebbecca within those walls, the darkness that lurked in the shadows, waiting to consume her fragile mind.
Suppressing a sigh, Hemiean forced himself to maintain his composure, his resolve wavering beneath the weight of his guilt. He could only hope that Rebbecca would find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos that awaited her—a flicker of light in the abyss of madness. But deep down, he knew that in a place like Kogin Asylum, redemption was a fleeting dream, and saving anyone was just the motto, it's completely different from the inside looking in.
Butler Hemiean, had a average body build with a good looking body. His face however, showed his age, he was very old. He was an elderly man with long loced grey hair, He had a long greyish-white beard and he wore a black suit and tie with white dress shirt, with his pocket watch tucked away in the front pocket of the dress shirt.
Butler Hemiean, has been working at the manor since before Rebbecca was born. He was with her father during his youth making a name for himself. He watched both Rebbecca and her brother, Charmelian, grow up from when they were children. Butler Hemiean was like an uncle to both Charmelian and Rebbecca. He would help train them in martial arts and magic when they were growing up. Though however for Rebbecca, before her psychotic tendencies became what they are now, she never really had any talent worth noting. Nothing politically, nothing in combat in all forms...she was like a blank slate. And blank slates for the smirda family isn't worth their time...Charmelian was always praised and praised for everything he did.
And...Hemiean knew the Smirda's had a habit of...tossing people under the rug to be forever forgotten, but even so...he thought that he could get them to understand that their daughter was still a person, he had tried many times to speak with them on her behalf, but the response was always the same. The parents would simply brush him aside and continue about their day. Charmelian grew more and more, and his pride and arrogance became something that accompanied him along with his resourcefulness. This made the young lad have the qualities of a ruler, you can even see it in his eyes. Though he knew of the mental problems Rebbecca had, how could he hate or dispose of a child that simply needed a loving environment and the help needed?
Rebbecca hummed the same song she was before as she looked outwards in thought. "Brother will be there hm~? I wonder how he's been..." Rebbecca said, turning her head to the left as she put a hand to her chin. A fingernail itching its way into her mouth before she suddenly glanced towards Felona, who was so focused on noting down the conversation and habits Rebbecca was doing, she kinda did a jump when there eyes locked. Rebbecca seeing this simply continued humming.
Felona watched from the side as Rebbecca walked over to the bed, and sat down, crossing one leg over the other as she smiled at the window. 'She's been like this since the morning...I'm actually more surprised he's even here to see this psycho off. Wait, now that I think about it, it's not much of a surprise since he's the only one here trying to actually empathize with her' She said to herself as she locked eyes momentarily with the butler before looking at Rebbecca again, who's head turned to her. "Hmm?~ Is something the matter~?" she said with her black eyes seeming to stare at Felona.
