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Who: Jeanne d’Arc Alter (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
lahaine) & You?
What: Event catch-all
When: Shortly after the explosion & announcement
Where: Various; home and streets
Warning(s): Violence and gore+, other than that, typical edgelord brooding...
I.
[ The scent in the air could only be described as nauseating to most. Flames licking away at flesh, consuming the remains of what were once human until they were nothing more than piles of ash, carried away by the wind. Violent flares of colors, red, orange, yellow, violet rose and fell as they washed over their prey. The crackling roar of the inferno mixing with the terrified screams of the now damned created a symphony so terrifying and depressing, it would drive most mad.
Yet there, standing almost gleefully amongst the carnage was a woman shrouded in black. There was an odd way that the flames refrained from encroaching on her person, keeping a careful distance as she made her way through the charred ruins. Almost admiring the work.
Her luck had never been her highest attribute, and with that said all she could do now, was examine what was left to examine. Exasperated, she would lazily kick around some of the smoldering debris with her foot, rattle some litter with her sword or cease the burning of some flames with her own control over fire. There seemed to be nothing of note here and it was questionable if those she had just sentenced to death were really all that deserving. As in, were they really once associates of this mysterious “Shady Man?”
A soft noise, a shuffle, alerts her to the presence of another. Gold eyes flashed dangerously. ] You should be worried, I am not sure how much patience I have.
II.
[ This was sort of impromptu so feel free to plot with me on plurk![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
heles or something! ]
lahaine) & You?What: Event catch-all
When: Shortly after the explosion & announcement
Where: Various; home and streets
Warning(s): Violence and gore+, other than that, typical edgelord brooding...
I.
[ The scent in the air could only be described as nauseating to most. Flames licking away at flesh, consuming the remains of what were once human until they were nothing more than piles of ash, carried away by the wind. Violent flares of colors, red, orange, yellow, violet rose and fell as they washed over their prey. The crackling roar of the inferno mixing with the terrified screams of the now damned created a symphony so terrifying and depressing, it would drive most mad.
Yet there, standing almost gleefully amongst the carnage was a woman shrouded in black. There was an odd way that the flames refrained from encroaching on her person, keeping a careful distance as she made her way through the charred ruins. Almost admiring the work.
Her luck had never been her highest attribute, and with that said all she could do now, was examine what was left to examine. Exasperated, she would lazily kick around some of the smoldering debris with her foot, rattle some litter with her sword or cease the burning of some flames with her own control over fire. There seemed to be nothing of note here and it was questionable if those she had just sentenced to death were really all that deserving. As in, were they really once associates of this mysterious “Shady Man?”
A soft noise, a shuffle, alerts her to the presence of another. Gold eyes flashed dangerously. ] You should be worried, I am not sure how much patience I have.
II.
[ This was sort of impromptu so feel free to plot with me on plurk
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His snide remark actually made her chuckle a bit. ] Ufufufuf! Christ, even after all that you still can talk? [ She wondered what to do with him, she had no way of healing. A sharp inhale as she grabbed her flag fro the ground, tearing it from the lance part and thrusting it at the wounded Sid. She would awkwardly try and press it to him, where he was bleeding most before standing, by some sheer force of will, herself ] Here, at least so you have a chance not to bleed out...
[ Her words were weak, and while curt they held some other tone to them. Though before anyone could question it, she was dragging her sorry state down the alley and into the cover of darkness away from the scene. ]