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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: )
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
No.
[ he shrugs his shoulders. ] If she is, if she isn't... it doesn't matter.
[ keith is galra. and it hadn't mattered then, either. ]
It's just worrying that people would think it does. If they're worried about something like that, then they aren't going to want to trust her, which means they aren't going to want to trust the Guard, which means it'll be that much harder to help them when the time comes that we have to again.
[ honestly what a mess... ]
yes..... ahem
People are wont to make things more difficult for themselves.
[ there's a clear and weary bitterness in her voice, some long-suffering low key aggravation that suggests that she's dealt with this sort of obstacle before. far too many times, if she's honest; alisaie doesn't have much patience for it at all, that much is obvious. ]
I fear that that may all too likely be the case, should it turn out to be true, much as I'd regret to see your workload made heavier still. Prejudices are not easily overcome.
😌
With any luck, they'll look at what she's done and not what she is. [ if they were all made to answer to things they couldn't control, where would any of them be?
but he sighs, moving to sit a little straighter in his seat. he nods towards the cup in her hands. ]
How's the sorbet? Helping at all?
[ genuine curiosity of course, partly for her well-being, and partly for a more personal reason. he's got a sick friend at home too, after all; he'd more than happily take some home if a cold treat would make things any easier for her. ]
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but far be it for her to dampen his hopefulness; mayhaps he is right. miracles do happen. ]
It's quite good.
[ she loves dessert foods tho.. ]
Just sweet enough.
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I have a friend back home who isn't feeling too well either, [ he explains, in an obvious understatement. ] I'm thinking she might appreciate a cup or two.
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[ it can be.. frightening, to say the least, being infected by a mystery virus. knowing someone infected. that the panic hasn't been more widespread is honestly a miracle. ]
So no doubt she would appreciate such a kind offer.
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Maybe, [ he says around a short laugh. ] She can be a little grumpy sometimes... [ most times. usually only when it involves him. heh. ]
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Well best of luck, in that case. Still, I am sure she would not turn it down.
[ and, after a beat. ]
Mayhap you should enjoy one yourself, as well.
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If I try to have dessert with her, then she definitely will be grumpy.
[ ahh, allura... what a heartbreaker. still, he gives alisaie a grateful smile. as if he'd been the one needing comforting here. ]
I should get going, in any case... [ she probably needs some more rest, and he's got half a cart left of oddities to sell. he moves to stand, but his eyes linger on her half-finished sorbet cup. ]
Hey... come meet me on the balcony for a second?
[ except he's actually going to be heading towards the door... ]
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Of course, but..
[ but he's already on the move - toward the front door?? just take a moment to imagine the question marks over her head before she's casting a glance toward the balcony, then back to the door again, but by then he's gone.
okay, she'll bite. back on her feet, alisaie shrugs her blanket back up onto her shoulders and slips back out onto the balcony again, peo hot on her heels. ]
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in any case, when she emerges onto the balcony, she'll find lance back where he began, standing dutifully by the cart once more, glancing up and ready for her. ]
Catch! [ he says, giving her a moment's worth of preparation, before he's suddenly tossing something small and cold and — sorbet-like — up towards her hands. ]
For being such great company. [ he grins at her, putting a finger to his lips, punctuated with a wink. then he's lifting that hand towards his forehead in a salute. ]
It was nice meeting you, Alisaie! Tell Prompto I say hi!
[ and then he'll be off, wandering back down the streets and calling out for his wares. ]
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at first she looks surprised and unsure, she's not always great at accepting gifts, even little ones like this, but rather than complain she instead smiles, warm and grateful, then lifts her free hand to wave. ]
I shall. Take care, Lance!