A Deal With A Devil [Nanaly, Emil]

Five days of a neverending deluge of work were finally satisfied, it was a day where the man would go for a walk and get some sunshine, see the people, greet some acquaintances and simply unwind - he had three hours, it wasn't as if he was boondoggling throughout the city. A dark gaze cast on a black uniform or two as he calmly made his way through the white streets, his composure immaculate and overall giving the air of confidence and regality he tended to. Just because he appeared as a simple psychologist didn't mean he must move about slovenly.

The city beheld many peculiarities, but a girl flying a mere three feet off the ground looking quite lost was certainly an amusing sight that caught his eye. He knew the youth had some strange practices, Ella's friends certainly had odd manners of speaking and doing activities, but he never quite took many to be wholly uninterested in walking. Perhaps there was a reason...

"Hello my dear, good afternoon. You appear to be quite lost." His smooth tone would call to her, his typically imposing figure being a gentle presence to who appeared in need, "I can guide you to your destination if you so please, the city is as overwhelming as it is beautiful, I am certain."

Ah yes, just a typical girl - at least in temperament, couldn't say the same for her physically, poor thing looked like a twig atop that interesting broomstick; certainly not a method of flight he witnessed in many subjects, what prompted this over simply walking upon Reishi? He was intrigued by these little oddities, whether it was just another example of youthful preference or perhaps it was needed.

"Why yes my dear, I certainly do live here and know the place quite well; I have lived here a number of years, after all - would be terrible if I didn't know my way around, no?"

Hearing her out for what particular destination she was headed to, he was quite interested by her nonspecific goal, her desire to see "the home of the Quincy", interesting perspective.

"Ahh, wish to learn about you roots, hmm? I see that you're alone - were you looking through a lineage and found Quincy in your ancestry, or have you taken interest in learning our arts?"

Looking upon the white streets, he'd calmly add, "Pardon my rudeness, I am Dr. Emil Holsen."

Poor girl, really. Seemed quite rattled and nervous, a mere glance over of her posture and face told him such. He had assumed she was suffering from some form of illness or deficiency, but he wasn't so bold as to tell her life story for her - that was for her to disclose, which expectantly did happen. It was quick and easy to discern the narrative here; this girl was either born or acquired her illness, it was a strain on her family, and now she was here seeking treatment for her illness. Was it so that she would no longer be a burden? It appeared that she came on her own, must have ran from home for this. Pity.

"Fletcher, you say?" He knew full well there was some branch of the family falling upon hard times, it was just one of those things you caught wind of in the circles he interacted with, "It does ring a bell, oh... I can't immediately recall, i'm sorry miss. But it is quite fortunate to have met you, then."

He played his lips into a kind smile, "While I am a psychologist, I am quite informed of those in the medical field. I know of many who can resolve even difficult cases."

Light was gingerly placed into his icy gaze, a slight raise of the brows and a widening smile writing an appearance of intrigue, "Oh, is that so? I have heard of quite a few families establishing roots over there. Quite the distance to travel for love, though, i'm sure there's a whole story to it."

He could sense that hesitance, that appearance of regret or worry rise on her face - the youthful were always far more up front with their troubles, adolescence being naught but a hard outer shell for most of them. It only took a careful amount of taps to make it crack and lay bear it's innards. Appropriately, he conducted that smile to retreat as she spoke of her true troubles, sinking into a small frown and even a troubled expression, the worry and concern any kindhearted elder would give to a young one expressing such a terrible condition. No wonder she's gone so far from home all by herself, brave girl.

"Though I am not entirely acquainted with your friend, I am quite familiar with a condition such as that.." He'd say, two gloved fingers gently cradling his chin, "That's quite awful, my dear. I hope you didn't trouble yourself coming here all on your own out of feeling as if you are a burden to your family. That would have been rather hazardous for you... But, you're already here and I suppose there's no undoing that."

Taking a moment to appear to think of how to handle the situation, he would then let out a sigh, "Well, I am quite aware of people who could assist with your condition, though... It is quite an expensive, invasive treatment. Even with my hand in the situation I do not believe I could convince even the most sympathetic party to freely expend their expertise... Unless..."

Looking to her with nothing but kindness in his eyes, though dark intent laid behind that manufactured look, "Ah, you could join the Vandenreich, serve it well, and pay your dues that way. I'm certain my Director wouldn't mind tugging cords to make that form of transaction work, though you would have to maintain your agreement..."