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Characters: Ema Skye and Franziska von Karma
Date: today?
Summary: Ema's curious about the prosecutor that Adrian mentioned the last time she was on the Vine. Time to investigate!
Warnings: FRANZY HAS A WHIP.
Even after being in the garden for a little while now, Ema still felt silly asking cats for help. Cats weren't especially stupid creatures, but scientifically speaking they were supposed to lack the high-level brain capacity it took to answer specific questions concerning situation and location. It was just... odd.
However, based on previous trials, the cats were really the only effective way to get an answer in the garden (so long as the questions weren't too probing, at least). So when Ema asked one of them to help her find a certain Franziska von Karma, it stretched, yawned, and then obliged her.
Ms. von Karma was... prettier than Ema had imagined, actually. A lot prettier. Obviously, her features were not inherited from her father. Maybe Ema was wrong about her and she would be nothing like Manfred von Karma, after all.
Unsure how else to approach, Ema simply waved at the blue haired woman. "You're Franziska von Karma, right? I'm Ema, Ema Skye."
Date: today?
Summary: Ema's curious about the prosecutor that Adrian mentioned the last time she was on the Vine. Time to investigate!
Warnings: FRANZY HAS A WHIP.
Even after being in the garden for a little while now, Ema still felt silly asking cats for help. Cats weren't especially stupid creatures, but scientifically speaking they were supposed to lack the high-level brain capacity it took to answer specific questions concerning situation and location. It was just... odd.
However, based on previous trials, the cats were really the only effective way to get an answer in the garden (so long as the questions weren't too probing, at least). So when Ema asked one of them to help her find a certain Franziska von Karma, it stretched, yawned, and then obliged her.
Ms. von Karma was... prettier than Ema had imagined, actually. A lot prettier. Obviously, her features were not inherited from her father. Maybe Ema was wrong about her and she would be nothing like Manfred von Karma, after all.
Unsure how else to approach, Ema simply waved at the blue haired woman. "You're Franziska von Karma, right? I'm Ema, Ema Skye."