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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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[ 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
What? Why are you looking at me like that?
[ stop!! this is harassment ]
that fanart.........................................
Nothing, nothing.
[ he shrugs, leaning back into his seat. he'll take another swig of his water, just in case she suddenly decides he is no longer welcome to it for being a smarmy punk. ]
I'm just happy for him, that's all. Both of you guys, really.
yeah IT CUTE
Y-yes, well..
[ she's happy for it too, prompto certainly deserves to be loved but alisaie is still Aggravated And Flustered because yes he's a smarmy punk!! she clears her throat, however, and attempts to pick up the pieces of her spilled dignity along with the sorbet cup she'd dropped into her lap.
AHEM... ]
.. thank you.
[ >:T ]
yes... that.......... >///>;;
anyway, there's still traces of a that smarmy smile on his face as he watches her, but it grows a touch sober when the sight of the sorbet cup reminds him why.. she might want the cold in the first place. ]
...How've you been doing?
excuse are you OGLING
back to heavier matters though, alisaie frowns, busying herself by unwrapping the little stick spoon thing that came with the cup. ]
As well as can be expected, I suppose. I will manage.
[ and walk into traffic in a couple days but i mean whATEVER. ]
How is it, out there? Have you any news?
nEVER
I dunno about news... [ he sighs, leaning back into his chair. his eyes have trailed to watch her progress with the sorbet cup, but his mind is elsewhere, not really seeing. ]
I'm mostly around the vendors these days. [ a self-imposed ban from all guard business outside of his patrols, given his perceived incompetence. ] All you really hear from there are just whispers. Rumors.
w o w
Well, rumors are a start.
[ yes, wood stick free she peels open the sorbet cup and digs right in. ]
Always to be taken with a grain of salt, of course, but most rumors tend to bud from a seed of truth. [ a sigh. ] And it is better than nothing, I suppose.
wait why does that offend you!
...I guess that's true.
[ he still looks somewhat hesitant, reluctant, but what she says is true: it's something, and something will always be better than nothing. even if this one is a bit more personal than he would have liked it to be.
he shifts a little uncomfortably in his seat. ]
I overheard someone say the commander of the Royal Guard is actually Wyver...
it doesnt i just have to feign at least some dignity okay
she pops a mouthful of sorbet into her mouth while she listens, though, and the discomfort in both his voice and body language are clear. all she really knows of the royal guard is what she's learned through prompto, but she can understand how, at a time like this, the commander's background might be.. sensitive. there are implications to take into consideration, given the nature and potential origin of the attack.
tilting her head thoughtfully, she taps the spoonstick against her chin, her lidded gaze caught on him carefully. ]
Would it bother you if it were true?
ah okay carry on
yes..... ahem
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