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[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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[Just quietly:]
If that's the case. Your fault, too. But of course, go ahead. [His voice is a little hollowly casual, but it's stern all the same.] I'll let the wish maker eat me, and I'll fix your problem. Right? Then you won't need to care anymore about me. Or anyone else.
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[ There.
is
a flash of something in Siffrin’s eye when he hears that from Hansa. He’s not sure what it is, but it feels like drowning. ]
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[ they. have to focus. they can’t stick to this conversation when Thancred (or what looks like him) is coming for them. ]
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[Light, light. A light tone, but his crystalline eye is almost sunken from the exhaustion in his face. He will watch the fight impassively, as he comments:]
I hardly want to be your burden. Just tell me the truth.
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(You can’t bring yourself to do that.
Keep fighting, Siffrin.) ]