"Esmeralda, make sure to get every bit of her measurements. The uniform needs to be perfect." Olivia instructed the small woman carrying a pin cushion on her wrist.
Prim groaned, "Seriously?
"Oh yes, you can't be going to missions looking like that." Olivia pointed at her sweater and skirt matched with knee high boots.
"Urgh," complained Prim who has an arm stretched out strapped with a measuring tape.
"I certainly can't let a member of the Messiahs be send to a mission without proper gear. And of course, the looks." Olivia said staring at the girl looking smothered by the seamstress.
Prim's eyes widened, "Wait," she brushes off the seamstress, but the seamstress strongly pushed her shoulders down, "Did you just say, Messiahs? You did not only push me forward to the frontlines, but you also made me part of the Messiahs?!"
Olivia nodded nonchalantly. Prim erupted like volcano.
"Are you mad?? Those guys are gonna kill me!" she yelled.
The Messiahs pronounced as /Meshas/ is a group of five S-Ranked frontliners that are sent to the most high profile mission of DoReMi. Frontliners are selected by how heightened their abilities are. Spirit Whisperers are usually at their peak and Exorcists are able to perform enchantments made by themselves. However, S-Ranked individuals are more than that. All those who are included in Messiah, have seen death.
"I don't see any reason for them to kill you." Olivia shrugged sipping on her tea.
"You don't?" Prim grunted, "Those guys don't care about spirits! They live to destroy ghosts trying to escape any resemblance of death! And yet here I am, the girl who actually treats ghosts as friends. I'll be a misfit!"
A scoff was heard at the sofa.
"Did you just laugh?" Prim said irritated.
"I just can't believe you ever cared about your image." said Vincent who was juggling an apple sitting by the cushions.
"What did you say?" she squinted looking offended.
"Well," he turned around biting on to the apple chewing it at her sight, "Judging by how you act even before all this, I don't think you're any different from them."
She rolled her eyes, "Are you insulting me, kid?"
He quickly jumped over the sofa and glared at Prim closing the gap by a meter, "Call me kid one more time and I will be more than willing to prove how much of an ill-mannered person you are, BRUSH BREAKER!"
"Brush Breaker?" Olivia puts down her cup, surprised she turned to them. Vincent was lucky that the seamstress was measuring her waist holding most of her upper body back. If not, she'd probably already jumped at him mauling him to the ground.
Prim was fuming with anger. It's been years since she last heard that name. If not the worst, it was one of the reasons why she hated Vincent Chang.
Prim was never the sleek black hair with a fringe flowing down to her torso kind of girl when she was younger. She had always had her natural curls that looked like spring coil bouncing in every step she made. It always looked like bushes growing on her head whenever she parted it and tied it up to twintails. It was poofy as one might describe it.
The two were never friends to begin with especially with how they met at children. Prim met Vincent when Olivia consistently came to recruit her at their mansion back then. Prim's grandfather was persistent of not letting his granddaughter join some organization at an early age, but Olivia was desperate. On her third visit, she didn't come alone. She brought a small 6-year old boy wearing striped trouser shorts and a black vest over a white long sleeve. Olivia introduced him as his only son and that he came to play with Prim. Vincent didn't come off as a fun child. He was a snotty know it all once they were left alone. Prim not being the social type had it easy avoiding him. But because hes such a snotty brat that keeps putting his nose on matters that aren't supposed to be discussed, he was despised.
"Oh dear mother, have you ever wondered why little ol' Primrose over here changed her appearance?" Vincent walked around all smug.
"She did mention her curls are a bother to have during missions." Olivia peeked at Prim to confirm. Prim tried to cover her face in frustration then the seamstress pulled her arms downward, "Alright! I'll keep it down!" she protested.
"Maybe...just maybe somebody broke my brush and decided that maybe straightening her hair would make me not recognize her." he said playfully picking up a dart from the table.
"OH. MY. GOD. Are you really holding a grudge against that? And here I thought that brat who used to tug on my hair had changed. You're still that self obsessed as ever you cheap excuse of a raccoon!"
Justice is served hot and sharp. Prim did not regret a single thing she said. Vin strongly threw the dart on to the board hitting the bulls eye. His eyes that were once a galaxy looked like a nebula against his pale skin.
"You take that back." He said with a tone of offense.
"And if I don't?"
Vin pulls a dagger from his sleeve pointing it on to her neck.
"Are you seriously that shallow?" she said insulting him more.
"I have more than enough reasons to slit your throat."
Prim smirked, "Do it."
Olivia ran to stop the boy pushing both of them away, "Vincent, I order you to put that down!"
Prim scoffs bobbing her head towards Commander Chang. The boy glared.
He slowly lowered his weapon upon the sight of his mother alarmed of the situation, eyes locked on to Prim.
As much as Prim hated her natural curly hair, Vin is guilty of being sensitive of his hair color. Like a raccoon's, his hair was a combination of black, dark grey and white―with black being the most prominent having grey and white streaks at both sides of his head. Vin has been overly dramatic about his hair brush collection as well. He was particular of every detail on it always carrying it in a suit case back when he was a child. Which brought about how Prim accidentally breaks his brush when she was trying to prove Vin that curly hair people do brush their hair. The plan backfired when the brush broke. Vin was furious and told Prim how she will never be pretty no matter what she does. Thus, the start of their indifference towards each other.
"So it was my fault then?" he closed in to a meter in front of her.
"If it weren't for your stupid obsession, your brush wouldn't have been broken in the first place!" she said yelling the last word.
"You have no idea how precious that brush was to me." he said in an irritated low voice.
Prim rolled her eyes, "Are you a girl?! Getting obsessed with hair brushes is not very manly!"
"HOW DARE YOU?" Vin went straight to knock her out again.
Just when the two were about to maul at each other, Olivia butts in to separate the two.
"Enough! Both of you! You both are not allowed to injure each other. You understand? We have bigger matters to discuss. I do not want to hear anymore fights from the both of you." Olivia said holding both of their shoulders.
The two glared at each other. Vin pushed his mother's hand away and stood still.
"Fine." Prim crossed her arms, "Only if raccoon boy over here does not provoke me."
"Well since I'm not the barbaric one here," he said fixing his tie, "I'll concede." walking away from Prim.
"Ugh!" she groans in disgust.
"Alright, now that that is settled we best be moving on to the real topic." Olivia inhaled sharply and walked back to her desk. "I do hope the both of you do not end up killing each other the moment you start living together." she mumbled.
Prim and Vin stared at each other, clueless of the commander's words.
"Excuse me, who's living with who?" Prim's eyebrows furrowed.
Olivia studied their faces who were clearly in shock. "Oh, have I not mentioned? You two will be living together at the Messiahs Village along with all the other S-Ranked pairs. It's pivotal for the operations and protocol for onboarding." she replied calmly and went about her documents on the desk.
"WHAT?!"