RL: London Calling (England and Ema Skye)

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[The fog lifted, taking the Shadows away with it. Ema knew that. But when she arrived, she honestly got a little confused. Was it smoke, or fog, rolling off the ground. She knew it was dangerous to be in London right now, but she honestly didn't quite realize the scope of what's been going on until she saw all the broken pieces. However, instead of making her run for the metaphorical exit, it only made her cling onto her wrapped package of tea even tighter. The Shadows made everything so chaotic and jumbled that she almost forgot, just for a moment, that Mr. Kirkland would have to be going from all that trouble right back into a war. An actual, factual war, and one that she remembered he was losing quite badly the last time he mentioned it. And even though she knows he's going to win, at least where she's from, the fact of the matter is that for two weeks he'd been missing tea due to a shadow blockade, and that just didn't seem right at all, no sir.]

Mr. Kirkland? Are you home? Hello?

[She has no idea how she wandered to the doorstep, but it seemed to be the right place. She knocked on the door, very, very quickly, with impatient knocks. It was a little difficult to knock and carry the box at the same time, but she did her best. She felt eyes on her, probably because of her outfit if she remembered her trips with Mr. Jones. She didn't really think it was important right now. She felt very cold, and very alone, and very worried that everything was going to crumble while she was standing on his doorstep.]