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competing) & anyone!
What: catch-all for the first part of the october event
When: oct 1 - 15
Where: around
Warning(s): none at the moment! will update if necessary
market district | day of attack
[ he was along the outskirts of the market district when the explosion occurs, sidelined in his usual patrol by an overenthusiastic child regaling lance with his exploits during playtime of the previous day. one second laughing to the young child's uncanny imitation of his nanny, and the next lurching forward reflexively, protectively, when suddenly the ground shuddered and screams erupted in the air. tehro is already crying from his confusion, rushing out of lance's hold to crash into his mother's, who stood terrified nearby, eyes turned towards the sky. lance's gaze soon follows, feeling dread pool at the sight of a thick cloud of an unnatural purple waft into the air. he takes a second to swallow down his fear, before shouting for everyone around him to vacate the premises as quickly and calmly as they can. (spoilers: they only manage to do one of these things.)
he runs the opposite way, pace slowed by the throng of people eager to escape. by the time he gets to the scene, all he sees is chaos. ( 1 ) he rushes towards the nearest person on the ground, reaching out to help them back onto their feet. ]
Hey — I got you, I got you, it's alright—
[ ( 2 ) if you are one of the able-bodied, he might try to flag you down with a shout. ]
Over here! [ he's in the process of trying to lift a wooden stall that had overturned on its vendor. given his noodle body, he could definitely use some help... ]
around | days after
[ the next couple of days are kind of a blur. ridden with guilt, burdened by his dwindling confidence, lance winds up throwing himself into doing as much as he can for the people who lost the most that day. at any time during the day, you can find him doing any number of the following:
( 3 ) pushing around a wooden street cart, its sign and his wares changing from day to day. one day he could be selling produce from a local farmer, another day he could be selling questionable, ah, toys from another local business person. some days he might be accompanied by an npc (the vendor's bored child along for the ride, their grandparent out to make sure lance is marketing right, etc), but every single time he'll be out there, running that motormouth of his dry, trying to get everybody, anybody to stop and consider a purchase.
( 4 ) getting chewed out by a local, far too upset to realize he has long since stopped saying anything, and instead just stands there with his head lowered, nodding mutely to their angry accusations. this is all your fault, where were you, you should have been there, you think you can try to make up for it now, etc... he stands and listens to it all without protest. ]
shooting range/training yard | days after
[ he's stopped wearing the royal guard insignia. he's still dressed in all-black, though, but only really because it had wound up encompassing most of his attire anyway, but he hasn't actually been back near the barracks or the yard in some time. hasn't felt right, in all honesty.
but today he wanders close to the training yard, which bustles now with activity. everyone working double-time to try and find the culprits, probably, doing just about everything lance isn't — can't — which explains why he keeps his head low, avoiding any eyes.
he's got his rifle in his hands, but he doesn't seem intent on training with it. rather, it looks like he's trying to subtly turn it back in... ]
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also, please let me know if you'd like to know about the RUMOR that lance overhears, and i can work it into our thread somehow! c: )
competing) & anyone!What: catch-all for the first part of the october event
When: oct 1 - 15
Where: around
Warning(s): none at the moment! will update if necessary
market district | day of attack
he runs the opposite way, pace slowed by the throng of people eager to escape. by the time he gets to the scene, all he sees is chaos. ( 1 ) he rushes towards the nearest person on the ground, reaching out to help them back onto their feet. ]
Hey — I got you, I got you, it's alright—
[ ( 2 ) if you are one of the able-bodied, he might try to flag you down with a shout. ]
Over here! [ he's in the process of trying to lift a wooden stall that had overturned on its vendor. given his noodle body, he could definitely use some help... ]
around | days after
( 3 ) pushing around a wooden street cart, its sign and his wares changing from day to day. one day he could be selling produce from a local farmer, another day he could be selling questionable, ah, toys from another local business person. some days he might be accompanied by an npc (the vendor's bored child along for the ride, their grandparent out to make sure lance is marketing right, etc), but every single time he'll be out there, running that motormouth of his dry, trying to get everybody, anybody to stop and consider a purchase.
( 4 ) getting chewed out by a local, far too upset to realize he has long since stopped saying anything, and instead just stands there with his head lowered, nodding mutely to their angry accusations. this is all your fault, where were you, you should have been there, you think you can try to make up for it now, etc... he stands and listens to it all without protest. ]
shooting range/training yard | days after
but today he wanders close to the training yard, which bustles now with activity. everyone working double-time to try and find the culprits, probably, doing just about everything lance isn't — can't — which explains why he keeps his head low, avoiding any eyes.
he's got his rifle in his hands, but he doesn't seem intent on training with it. rather, it looks like he's trying to subtly turn it back in... ]
cyoa/notes
also, please let me know if you'd like to know about the RUMOR that lance overhears, and i can work it into our thread somehow! c: )
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she looks thoughtful, knocking her chin with one knuckle. ]
One of each might do, I think.
[ because i mean, why not both. she's sick, treat yoself. ]
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Might do, will do!
[ llance plucks up both tubs, along with an already-frozen ice pack. nothing but the best here at the silver pond! (that's the name if the store. like the dollar tree, but ~alien~)
he steps around the cart, but hesitates just a little over the sidewalk. ]
...Should I come up, or...?
[ she looks kind of cozy where she is. ]
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Oh -
[ .. well cozy as she is she's going to need to get up anyway, since she's in her pajamas and doesn't have her coin bag on her. alas, rip. it takes a bit more effort for her to stand than it normally would, going slowly to keep from getting too dizzy on her feet. but okay, she still gets a little dizzy once she's straightened up, and she grasps the railing for a moment until her vision clears. ]
Of course. Give me just a moment.
[ COME ON UP, LANCE, but give her a sec - alisaie turns to slip back into her apartment, blanket dragging around her ankles, and she emerges again about a minute later carrying a little leather pouch. she would have been faster but she scrubbed her hands first.. ur welcome. ]
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to his credit, he does give the door a little tap with his knuckles as he steps into the threshold (and even says "knock, knock" while he's at it). tentatively he wanders in, glancing around to make sure he doesn't accidentally walk in on anybody unawares...
when she returns with her coin purse, he straightens up with a smile. ]
It's three silver even—
[ of course, away from the glare of the sun, he's able to get a better look at her and her state, and immediately concern colors his expression. ]
Oh, hey... should you even be up right now?
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three silver though, yes, alisaie opens the pouch to fish out three silver coins, though she looks up when he speaks again, her brows flat with minor annoyance. it's not really directed at him per se, but it's certainly there; she sighs audibly. okay yes she kind of basically looks like death warmed over but i mean, so what?? ]
If I stay abed any longer I will go mad.
[ probably not even an exaggeration tbh, alisaie is the type of girl who can't sit still for very long, most especially when there's work to be done, so all this housebound nonsense is literal torture. ]
I'm not feeling too terrible right now, you needn't concern yourself. [ and, holding out the coins in her palm. ] Rest assured I washed my hands.
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but her response has him looking mildly fond for a second, because it reminds him all too much of allura's reaction every time he (and keith, in his own way) try to fuss over her to stay in bed, stay home, relax and truly he worries but... it's also pretty dang admirable, too.
so he just shrugs, reaching out to accept those coins without a second thought. ]
Hey, you know your body better than I do.
[ if this were three months earlier, he would have followed that up with a really poorly-timed pick up line. but fortunately this is not the case. cough. ]
Here you are, then. Ice cream, sorbet, and ice pack.
[ he's got them all in a plastic bag for her, which he hands out while sparing a look around. the house is fairly quiet. ]
You, uh. Need anything else while I'm here...?
[ a pillow fluffed... a cold compress on your forehead... ]
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it's a relief when he doesn't press her, though - she'd fully expected it, had been bracing for it, in fact, lining up a plethora of suitable retorts that never need come to pass. she'd fully expected him to push the point like everyone else, so when he relents so easily she looks surprised, and immediately grateful. fighting all of these bedside fussers has been utterly exhausting, you know. ]
Thank you, these will help a great deal.
[ because nothing is better for a fever than some nice cold comfort food; she accepts them with a nod. it's too bad you didn't spare a terrible pick up line tho, prompto would've loved that ]
No, thank you.
[ no fussing!! fluff her pillow and she'll break your fingers. okay not really but she'll definitely pout and sulk, even if it's for her own good. but she's looking him over herself now, with a frown. ]
But you look as if you could use a break. I wouldn't mind the company, for awhile.
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but at her invitation, he looks immediately grateful. lance is a social creature by nature, and he's been peddling all day, meaning his interactions have been brief and somewhat testy, because let's face it, retail is the worst. ]
Really? Man, now that you mention it... I wouldn't mind a glass of water, if that's okay?
[ he reaches up to rub sheepishly at the back of his neck... and only just now notices how sweaty he is. ah... maybe he should wash his hands too, tbh. ]
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so, after muffling a rattling cough against the inside of her sleeve she gestures toward the.. general insides of the house. make yourself at home, friend. ]
Of course. I'd retrieve it for you but I think it best that I limit contact with anything you might eat or drink.
[ you don't want this plague. ]
The kitchen is right over [ gesture ] there, please help yourself.
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[ a break is nice. actually, now that he thinks about it more, a break sounds really nice. his body suddenly feels heavier, gravity keeping his feet dragging, his movements slow and sluggish. hastily, he helps himself to a couple of glasses of water (washing his hands vigorously along the way), and takes back another full glass with him into the communal space. ]
I didn't actually introduce myself yet, [ he says, upon greeting her again. he smiles weakly, sheepishly. ] I'm Lance.
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while he's busy watering himself, alisaie settles herself onto one end of the sofa, tucking her feet up beneath her and wrapping herself up in her blanket until she's more or less fully burrito'd, with the ice pack laid against the back of her neck. she'll dig into that sorbet in a moment.
lance.. why does that sound familiar? ]
Think nothing of it. Alisaie Leveilleur, it's a pleasure.
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Wish it could've been under better circumstances, Alisa—
[ waitaminute... alisaie? ]
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8/8 i'm sorry
I mean hi! It's nice to finally meet you! I'm Prompto's partner in the Guard!
i don't think you are..
oh. it might be hard to tell because she has a fever, but alisaie is definitely blushing. she and prompto aren't exactly a secret, but she still gets bashful when anyone mentions it.. ]
Oh. Um. Yes, he's my.. yes. [ boyfriend isn't a bad word, alisaie!! ] But oh, yes, he's mentioned you before!
a lil...
Yeah? All good things, I hope. If not, then they're lies.
[ he laughs, moving to take a seat on one of the arm chairs in the living room. ]
unsure
Well, truthfully told he hasn't gone into much detail. But he is very fond of you.
im truth
[ eheheh he's great alisaie can't you see ]
Besides, I'm sure you guys have better things to do.
[ ........ ]
Like. Cute dates and stuff.
[ ah. ]
im dubious...
That's -
[ STOP her face is going to burst into flames. ]
I.. we both work quite a lot, there's not much time for such - such nonsense -
[ she's a really, really bad liar. ]
thats hurtful :'(
"Nonsense," huh?
[ NOW HE'S THE DUBIOUS ONE ]
B) oh good
that fanart.........................................
yeah IT CUTE
yes... that.......... >///>;;
excuse are you OGLING
nEVER
w o w
wait why does that offend you!
it doesnt i just have to feign at least some dignity okay
ah okay carry on
yes..... ahem
đ
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