[Open & Closed in Tags]

[lahaine]

Who: Jeanne d’Arc Alter (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 heles or something! ]

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[panzersoldat]

[ A protected class? He has no idea what she even means by that, but he's certain it must be a jab about his age. More than certain when she outright calls him old. ] You should know better than to underestimate an old man in a job where many die young.

[ The fire should be something that would make him rethink his life choices. But he's already decided. He knows this woman is a danger and must be stopped before she hurts more people. He might die with glory today, but he will do so trying to stop this threat from getting worse.

Still, he wishes he had his hammer. His armor. His shield. This wouldn't be the first time he went after someone without any sort of protection at all. Honestly, he should know better.

So he does lunge. He drops that shoulder and charges through, ignoring the way the fire brings the smell of burning skin and hair to his nose. Ignoring whatever wounds she might cause. What are a few more scars on a body that already has so many?

But his head is ducked down. She is small and to tackle her against a wall, his shoulder needs to drop all the more. His head is definitely in the perfect position for her to step on and run. Heck, with as strong as Reinhardt is, he might barely feel her weight as she does. But he'll know what she's done immediately. Too late to change course easily. As always, in a contest between Reinhardt and the wall, the wall wins. He smashes into it, dazed without his armor. Managing to turn just in time to be able to shout at her departure. ]

COWARD. YOU HAVE NO HONOR!

this is what happens when you go in w/o your team fam <3

[lahaine]

[ The leap onto his shoulder and over his back to the ground below behind him went about as well as she could have hoped. A wicked cackle from her as she seemed to look briefly over her shoulder to the man who was a bit dazed after his unfortunate collision with a wall. ] Hahaha!

[ His words as she began to exit the alley had no real impact on her. Coward? Honor? Tch. Eyes closed briefly as she responded on her way out. ]

Ain't that the truth.

[ Though really, she hoped she wouldn't meet him when he was actually armed. That could go a very different way... ]