(Sooo yeah, this is obviously before what is currently going on because Sebastian just got hurt in all if I am hearing correctly. Sorry for the suckage! I hope everything sounds okay and I'm gonna stop rambling now. Enjoy Emil's Intro! Peace!)

Warmth, that was the only thing that Emil could remember. A flash of warmth, and sudden light that signified his creation. A creature of clay and runes; a concrete being to bend to a whim. That was all he was meant to be, however circumstance would not allow it.
Emil, who appeared to be eighteen, wasn’t really sure of his age. He wasn’t really sure of anything for that matter. All he knew was that he was called Emil for the scars on his back by those who had managed to see them under his shirt. He wasn’t really sure how he got those either, only that they played some significance in where he came from and what he was.
The boy was a sturdy type, well built for labor, but stood at an unimposing five foot seven. He often slouched to seem even smaller. If it were up to Emil he’d be invisible. He was certain that he had done something in the past that made him feel like he should go unnoticed, ignored until needed, and the behavior suited him well.
It was easy to get by on the streets without being noticed. No one paid any attention to the people walking around them, and as long he kept walking no one would notice him either. As a result, Emil spent long hours just walking around the town, and hoped he wouldn’t be noticed. He knew that sometimes people who looked about the same age as him were questioned by men in funny outfits and even funnier hats about why they were out at that time.
There were a lot of things that Emil didn’t understand, things that seemed obvious to other people. Things like: Where do the people go when it begins to get dark? What was the weird chattering that came out of their mouths, and why did only some people seem to understand him when he was trying to get food? Why did the coins on the street that he occasionally picked up mean so much to some people? Why did the paper stuff occasionally get him more bread than the coins did?
For Emil, life seemed to be an endless litany of questions. Every time he got an answer it seemed like he just had another question. The world was a confusing place, and often he just wished the questions would stop. He was extremely tired of not knowing what to do or what was going on.

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Today, Emil was walking around the city as per his usual schedule. Walk by the fountain and wave to the elderly couple on the bench. Head up the hill and sit until the sun rose a bit more and it was easier to see, and warmer. Warmth was nice. It was better than the cold.

From the hill he decided that maybe today it would be nice to visit the gardens. The flowers always did better when he had visited. The caretaker thought it was odd that they were still blooming this late in the season, but it was a minor thing for Emil to do. The flowers were pretty, and it made him happy to keep them around.
As Emil rounded the corner he happened to smash into the taller figure of one Sebastian Lefèvre. “I-I’m sorry!” The only language Emil knew was English, and he hoped that whoever the man was spoke it.
The darker haired man glared and sighed. “It’s fine. Watch where you’re going next time.”
A muscle in Emil’s face seemed to twitch and he grimaced. “O-of course. I-I’m so sorry…I’ll be more careful this time…”
“Where were you going in such a hurry anyways?” The man shifted, gritting his teeth. He was going to lose his lead on the new mythological creature he was looking for.
“N-nowhere. I-I wasn’t…”
“Come on spit it out.”
Again the familiar pull of the compulsion that made his directives yanked the answer from his brain and put it on his lips. “The Gardens. I was going to the gardens…” Emil mumbled.
Sebastian sighed and looked at his watch. Now he would definitely have to find a spot to look at the locator device. The mythological creature had been on the move when he had last checked and it probably continued on its path. “Look just keep a better eye out.”
“Y-yes sir.” Emil ducked his head and scurried away.
A few blocks down the road, Sebastian found a quiet spot and pulled open the tracker. ‘Great it’s going the opposite way now.’ At least when he had run into that kid he was going the right way. Groaning in frustration he put the tracker away and turned around, heading towards the blip on the map that seemed to be moving further and further away.
When Sebastian had finally caught up to the creature, he wasn’t sure what to think. He was currently in a garden, and there stood the boy from earlier.

The brown haired boy stood over plants with a watering can, murmuring soft words to the plants. “That’s right, drink up. You’re thirsty aren’t you?” The watering can poured green tinted water, and Sebastian frowned because generally water was clear.
“You want some too Mr. Rose?” Emil swung the can over to water the roses, which seemed to perk up as the water rained down on them. ‘The mint is wilting. It’s starting to get cool.’ He poured a little of the water over the mint and it too began to look a little less brown, a little less limp, and a bit more healthy.
“Quite a trick you got there.” Sebastian finally announced his presence.
“Not me sir…Just the stuff in the water…” Emil tried to play down the event. People weren’t supposed to know what he could do. They’d call him a freak. They’d laugh at him. They’d hurt him.
Sebastian nodded; of course the kid was afraid to let others know. It was common enough for people like them. “So, what makes the water green?”
“W-what?” Emil didn’t even notice that the water would change colours. He just knew that pouring water on the plants made them feel better.
“The water, it’s green. Yet in the can I bet it’s clear.”
“M-must be the light…it’s pretty green in here…”
“Sure.” Sebastian remained unconvinced. “You’re different aren’t you?”
“N-n-no.”
“Don’t lie.” He was beginning to get frustrated. Sebastian just wanted to go home. “You’re different aren’t you?”
Emil flinched. “S-s-sorry sir…I-I am…” What was he really though? He couldn’t sit there and explain. No, the man wouldn’t understand.
Sebastian nodded. “There’s a place for kids like you, you know? We’ve got sort of a club. Come on back to the hotel, meet the others.”
Emil couldn’t decide if the last bit was an order, yet his head nodded of its own free will. The compulsion to obey shook his small frame. “Y-yes sir.”

And so the pair made their way to the hotel