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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... ]
cyoa/notes
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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: )
4.
It's not something she's used to. Unrest, yes. But something like this, a feeling that seeps soul-deep, and turns everything pitch black? She isn't sure how to confront it; this isn't the same sort of darkness that she's used to confronting.
But hearing someone berating what appears to be another refugee, then, after getting closer, realizing that it's someone she knows, the small blond takes a breath, steeling herself— ]
Oh, there you are! I was looking all over for you!
[ Before walking toward Lance, a smile as bright as daylight spread across her face. Even as the woman who was berating him redirects her attention to the both of them, Lux doesn't stop, taking his elbow with a gloved hand. ]
I'm sorry, I need to borrow him for something. I'm sure you won't mind.
[ You can find someone else to redirect your anger toward, is what she would like to say, but holds herself back. Acting like that won't help anyone, and considering how he looked, it would be best to get L #2 out of here. ]
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—Lux?
[ he follows her lead like a lost child, glancing between her and the woman who stutters her indignation. fortunately for them both, she does not follow after. ]
What're you doing here?
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One that seems to diminish in its luminescence the further they walk away, settling into something very sympathetic but at the same time a bit hard to look at. Like she's had to do the same thing he had before—grin and bear it. It's why she doesn't quite look at him when he says her name, or when he asked why she was here. ]
Repaying a favor of sorts.
[ And before he can ask, she'll clarify, looking up at him with that same, knowing smile on her face. ]
The Royal Guard does their best to help others in any way that they can. So it only seems fair that someone should do the same for them when they need it. Don't you agree?
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...There are other members of the Guard who've done more, [ he confesses quietly. ] The people here, they need someone to blame — I was the Guard assigned to that district when it happened. [ and so, logically, that person is him. ]
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It's a smile that says she understands, but that it's important that he looks at her. That he listens to what she has to say. ]
It doesn't matter how much or how little you do—it will never feel like it's enough. They won't remember what you did, but that you did something. No one could have seen or prevented this, so what is important now in this hopelessness is giving the people something to believe in, not someone to blame.
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as it is, the moment is a little too somber to ruin with a jest, but he can certainly feel it begin to grow a little light thanks to her words. ]
Something to believe in...?
[ he thinks back to all those times things had seemed bleak for voltron. hadn't allura always talked about how important voltron himself was as a beacon of hope for people? ]
Like what?