[0] WEEKS WITHOUT MURDER
BONJOUR.
Another morning greets you in [ setting ], and it greets you loudly. A commotion erupts somewhere ahead: voices raised, someone screaming, another shouting for help. If you're unlucky enough to be passing near the infirmary, you have a front-row seat to the chaos.
Fran and Y'shtola are flung from the infirmary like ragdolls, hitting the ground in a tangle of limbs and dust. Something inside is on a rampage— something feral, unbound, and unwilling to be tamed.
The speakers crackle to life, Lobelia's voice far too cheerful for the circumstances.❝ Bonjour, mes amis. If you happen to be wandering near the infirmary this fine morning, do take care... there appears to be a rather spirited beast expressing its displeasure. Fran and Y'shtola have already demonstrated the consequences of getting too close... quite spectacularly, I might add.
So, unless you wish to go flying before breakfast, I suggest maintaining a respectful distance. C'est simple.
Thank you for your attention, and do enjoy the rest of your morning... preferably from afar. ❞
OOC NOTE: A temporary barrier formed around the battlefield during the fight. Only characters already inside the epicenter were able to participate. Anyone who attempts to cross the boundary will be met with a sharp electric shock and forcibly bounced back several feet.

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[ They gesture towards the scene, and spread their arms out. ]
Three people just died. By the time that we find a solution, there won’t be any of us left. We’re all going to die here.
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Silently, he abandons his post and slowly advances on Siffrin.
Gonna keep yelling, kid?]
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He just lowers his head sorrowfully as he keeps tending to Y'shtola.]
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finally fall silent. ]
2/2 cw derealization hours real babeyy
pull out their knife.
Come at him, monster. ]
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They smile. ]
Come on, is this all you’ve got? Or do you think going easy on me will save you?
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cw suicidal ideation
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He suddenly walks off towards whichever restaurant is closest. Any will have the secret tool he will need for this.]
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[He watches him with a widened eye, but he's not moving.]
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Seemingly impervious (or is she?) to the barrage she's receiving, she repositions herself between them again. It's fine.]
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(not that he can do anything himself rn but it's the thought that counts) ]
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As full of resolve as ever.
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Siffrin.
[ A warning. ]
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He trusts in Thancred to be able to deal with this. That doesn't stop him from going tense as he rises to feet to act at a moment's notice.]
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(and also amb wants to let the players go wild unless intervention is requested) ]
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...Shall we take a quick stop into the infirmary, before anything else goes awry?
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[ OFF TO THE INFIRMARY THEY GO..... ]
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...An overreaction, perhaps. But something had to be done.
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Aye. Thou wilt find no disagreement with me.
[He feels terribly for Siffrin, but that outburst was helping no one- especially not themself.]