Heather
Marsila Vema
The Marvellous Malefactor

He had a point. Sucking in her lower lip, Marsila nibbled against her skin in thought before giving a short nod towards the man in front of her. "I guess that will work." She was unsure of Danico, feeling slightly uneased by the way he would occasionally pause and look towards her like he was attempting to figure out some clue. However, she remained quiet and didn't question him on it, instead she glanced towards the notepad and writing instruments he brought out. 

"Of course I can write. It would be quite idiotic to not know how to read if I am able to write, right?" She replied rhetorically with a matter of fact tone. Marsila felt her eyes widen the moment after she spoke, realising her response was quite snarky and mentally palmed her forehead. This man was offering his help towards her parent's search, it was idiotic for her to talk back with an attitude and possibly push him away. She reached for the quill and pulled the notepad closer towards her while waiting for him to finish with the ink. "I'm sorry, that was rude. Forgive me. Yes, I can write. My parents were wealthy enough to have me educated in writing, reading and math. The basics."
Kevin
Danico Felrantres
The Marvelous Malefactor, Vallen

Danico raised an eyebrow at the girl's remark, not responding to the brash response until she apologized and explained herself. It was fine, he thought, she was likely stressed by the whole ordeal so he'd give her the benefit of the doubt. "Forgive me. My question was based purely on your vanity, you look as though you've just crawled out of a hay bail." His question was cold, though not malicious- just to the point. "Either way. What I need from you is as much information as you're able to recall about your parents. What they were wearing, what they look like, who they might have been seen with.." He leans in closer to the girl, his face serious, "If they had any enemies?"

Returning to a casual position, the alchemists questioning gaze studies her reaction, he knew this would likely be a point of contention for her- naturally- but it was important he gets as much info as possible about her parents. He's only just met her, after all, she's a complete strange. Never mind her parents.
Heather
Marsila Vema
The Marvelous Malefactor

He wasn't wrong. The woman knew she looked similar to a shitblood with her appearance due to the lack of sleep from her travels and her breakdown while rummaging through her destroyed family home. Looking down towards the notepad, Marsila dipped the tip of the quill into the jar of ink before hovering above the paper hesitantly. She had no idea what her parents were wearing or whom they could have been seen with, so instead she wrote down their description. Below their descriptions, Marsila wrote down the list of people she knew were jealous of her parents which only happened to be a couple who lived not far from them. Victoria and Bracken Hundver. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she attempted to remember one specific man who stood out when she was younger. Someone who used to constantly harass or threaten her parents until she fled from her home. Unable to remember his name, she instead wrote down every feature she could remember which included a large scar that ran from the right of his neck down to his right wrist and a strange accent he carried that was far from Taemarian. He used to terrify her as a child. 

Placing the Quill to the side, Marsila turned the notepad towards him before sliding it over. "I'm sorry, I don't know much. I only recently came back home and found my parent's house ransacked. They didn't have many enemies that I know of. If they did, they hid it to prevent me from worrying." Her parents would do everything in their power to keep Marsila calm when she was younger to prevent any shifting.

"I think the couple that I wrote down were simply jealous because my mother was supposed to be infertile. Since Victoria also couldn't have kids, she thought it was unfair my parents were suddenly blessed while she and her partner were not. Then they started blaming them for witchcraft. They actually did their best to make my childhood a living hell though I highly doubt they would do anything to my parents since they wouldn't gain anything from their disappearance." She did her best to avoid saying 'or death', not wanting to think of that being a possibility.
Kevin
Danico Felrantres
The Marvelous Malefactor, Vallen

Danico takes the note pad back once she had finished writing, reading it over with curious intent. Her parents and their descriptions, the jealous couple who had given her grief, and the strange man that harassed them when she was younger. "Sounds like your parents cared about you?" He questions, taking the quill and scribbling a couple notes on the side of the page. "And their names?" Danico looks down at the page and writes as he talks, listening to her answers to his questions while jotting down his thoughts.

"Though I'd be as surprised as yourself if this jealous couple had anything to do with it, I'll still pose them a question or two. They may know something. And as for that other fellow you've mentioned here.." Danico quickly scans over the details she's written down to make sure he got them correct. "Would you have any clue where I might find this man?" Letting the quill rest between index and middle finger, away from the page, the alchemist returns an inquizitive gaze to the girl. "I'm sorry, I hadn't cought your name?"
Heather
Marsila Vema
The Marvelous Malefactor

"They did." She sighed softly as she felt the guilt weigh on her shoulders. She shouldn't have left them. Even though she was scared of losing control and hurting them, Marsila couldn't help but feel she should have stayed. Maybe then they wouldn't be missing. "Their names are Michael and Arielle Vema."

When he asked further about the unknown male, Marsila simply shook her head. "He was definitely from the south if I am guessing by his accent but I couldn't tell you more than that. Maybe he left something behind in my parent's home?" She felt hopeless being unable to give any further details. Resting her arms against the table, Cecilia brought her hands up to rest her head against while gripping her hair with a small groan. Staring towards the table, she did her best to think harder on her past that may help. "The couple might know more. They witnessed him harassing my parents a few times though I am sure it was nothing but entertainment for them." 

She could feel the amulet heat up against her chest as tears threaten to fall, the jewel doing its job to calm her emotions. After she released her hair and wiped away the tears, Marsila leaned back against the chair and regained her composure before looking towards Danico. "Marsila. My name is Marsila Vema."
Kevin
Danico Felrantres
The Marvelous Malefactor

Danico wrote down the names of her parents as she mentioned them, nodding along to the details given. He stopped writing as she mentioned their home- "Has it been cleaned? I assume it has not, though it could seriously hamper progress if it has." His eyes still studying her reactions to the questions and her rising emotions, *Natural*, he thought, though curiosity struck as the jade necklace around his neck glowed green momentarily while her bubbling emotions calmed. *Magic, huh?* He continued his thought, curious of the necklace and why she would need some kind of emotional suppressant- assuming that was it's role. He couldn't be sure without asking. 

"And potentially from the south..." He wrote as he spoke little notes on the pad. The page had mostly filled with thoughts on the matter. "And this couple, they're your parents neighbors, yeah? They seem rather spiteful." He continued on, once again relaxing the quill between fingers. "Nice to meet you, Marsila."
Heather
Marsila Vema
The Marvelous Malefactor 

"It hasn't been cleaned. I only arrived at my parent's home this afternoon and then found myself here asking for help soon after. Everything has remained untouched." Marsila swept behind her ear a few strands of hair that had fallen in front of her face before placing both her hands against the table's edge. Her fingers tapped lightly when Danico continued to jot down extra notes while confirming what she had written. "Spiteful is probably too kind of a description for them if I am honest. I never understand how someone could have so much hatred inside them." 

As she thought of the couple mentioned, Marsila felt her teeth clench momentarily before forcing the memories to the back of her head. "Under the circumstances, it's nice to meet you too Danico. Unlike the **Rest of the assholes here**, you're the only one who has offered to help so I am thankful." She made sure to raise her voice towards the other patrons when she spoke, annoyed at how little they cared for a woman in desperate need. Then again, she may have looked a little too much like a shit blood for them to bother.