[Night has fallen and Marianne is… absolutely outside! She can’t help it. So many of her comrades are fighting, she can’t just sit inside where it’s safe. That’s something she’d do back then – and she swears that she’s a changed person now. So with lance in hand and an extra pack of emergency first aid supplies, Marianne is in Kyst! Ready to help!
What she’s not ready for is facing a group of fleeing civilians, a few screaming that the runes drawn earlier during the day are useless now (probably from someone accidentally wiping it off, or some other silly incident that could have been avoided), others merely running straight past her. She’s already afraid, but there’s nothing else for it. The small crowd of trapped Spartae spill out from the trap after the fleeing civilians.
There are a few who take up arms, so Marianne is not left COMPLETELY bereft. But… she is Struggling – these are people who’ve never fought before, she can’t oversee injuries and fight at the same time. She needs an intervention... Someone, a young man, grabs her by the arm and drags her forward, shrieking that they need help.]
Wait, let go -- !
[BOY SHE’S TRYING TO SAVE UR LIFE AND UR HANDS ARE ON HER??? this is the opposite of helpful!!!]
It's kind of impressive how quickly everything goes to shit, but considering all that he's been through, Sylvain doesn't even get the satisfaction to say he's surprised. Which is to say: Sylvain is also outside! It's impossible to rationalize being anywhere else when there are so many people in need of rescue or some other sort of aid.
He's helping a young mother and daughter evacuate their home, lifting the latter into their family's carriage when the screams break out. There's a curse on his breath as he shifts his attention back into the main streets, but he retrieves his lance and excuses himself as soon as he's certain they can handle the rest themselves. He's not really looking for anyone once he's there, admittedly? Like, he's mostly trying to determine which spot needs him the most, but while he'll catch the boy's voice before he ever hears Marianne's over the noise, it's his recognition of her (and the Struggle) that brings him so quickly to her side, reaching for the boy's wrist and taking a sharp half step between them. Intervention: done.
"Hey, cut it out," he snaps, tone perhaps a bit harsher than it needs to be given the whole 'everyone's panicking' thing as he shakes his attention away from Marianne. But boy?? We may disrespect women's emotions in this house, but we do not make uninvited, bodily grabs at them! Damn!! "Calm down. Tell us where to go."
Simple, to the point, because if he's learned anything about people during a panic, it's that they often aren't capable of exchanging information beyond the basics. And sure enough, the boy doesn't seem to care much who he's holding onto, his free hand coming up to grip at the arm restraining him. He babbles something about help and this way, fragmented by the desperate sort of fear that comes with the spontaneity of situations like this, and once Sylvain feels like he's caught... like, enough-- or enough to figure out vaguely what's going on, beyond a whole fucking lot of everything, at least--he lets go and turns to glance at Marianne properly for the first time.
"Come with me?" Unlike the stern glare the young man had received, the Look he shoots Marianne is more like a question, a silent Are you alright that he knows better than to voice in the middle of such chaos. "I could use the backup."
Also, um? Is that a fucking lance?? Little miss birds and sunshine over here with a fucking lance, he can't help but wonder when the fuck that happened...
[thank you goddess for this Sylvain-shaped intervention.... Because Marianne hadn't expected it? Does she look just as surprised to see him? Perhaps!!! But she's also very clearly relieved, especially with the way he effortlessly deals with the citizen and then turns to her. It's been a long time since she's seen Sylvain in action, and mock battles at the Officer's Academy shouldn't really count, but she's come to think of the Blue Lions as both experienced and competent.]
...Of course! [She wants to thank him too, but gratitude can wait till later. She has her game face on! Lance at the ready! She's going to follow Sylvain straight to where their help is needed most, though
She takes another look at him, a little anxiously. He doesn't look hurt, but it's nightfall and Marianne's eyes have fooled her once before.]
Are you hurt, Sylvain? I can heal you if you are.
[that's somewhat of an obvious statement to make, but since healing magic has been so touch and go recently... She'd better let him know that she's still capable on the healing front.]
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action during the october event!! im ready
What she’s not ready for is facing a group of fleeing civilians, a few screaming that the runes drawn earlier during the day are useless now (probably from someone accidentally wiping it off, or some other silly incident that could have been avoided), others merely running straight past her. She’s already afraid, but there’s nothing else for it. The small crowd of trapped Spartae spill out from the trap after the fleeing civilians.
There are a few who take up arms, so Marianne is not left COMPLETELY bereft. But… she is Struggling – these are people who’ve never fought before, she can’t oversee injuries and fight at the same time. She needs an intervention... Someone, a young man, grabs her by the arm and drags her forward, shrieking that they need help.]
Wait, let go -- !
[BOY SHE’S TRYING TO SAVE UR LIFE AND UR HANDS ARE ON HER??? this is the opposite of helpful!!!]
Belated but ALSO ready...!
He's helping a young mother and daughter evacuate their home, lifting the latter into their family's carriage when the screams break out. There's a curse on his breath as he shifts his attention back into the main streets, but he retrieves his lance and excuses himself as soon as he's certain they can handle the rest themselves. He's not really looking for anyone once he's there, admittedly? Like, he's mostly trying to determine which spot needs him the most, but while he'll catch the boy's voice before he ever hears Marianne's over the noise, it's his recognition of her (and the Struggle) that brings him so quickly to her side, reaching for the boy's wrist and taking a sharp half step between them. Intervention: done.
"Hey, cut it out," he snaps, tone perhaps a bit harsher than it needs to be given the whole 'everyone's panicking' thing as he shakes his attention away from Marianne. But boy?? We may disrespect women's emotions in this house, but we do not make uninvited, bodily grabs at them! Damn!! "Calm down. Tell us where to go."
Simple, to the point, because if he's learned anything about people during a panic, it's that they often aren't capable of exchanging information beyond the basics. And sure enough, the boy doesn't seem to care much who he's holding onto, his free hand coming up to grip at the arm restraining him. He babbles something about help and this way, fragmented by the desperate sort of fear that comes with the spontaneity of situations like this, and once Sylvain feels like he's caught... like, enough-- or enough to figure out vaguely what's going on, beyond a whole fucking lot of everything, at least--he lets go and turns to glance at Marianne properly for the first time.
"Come with me?" Unlike the stern glare the young man had received, the Look he shoots Marianne is more like a question, a silent Are you alright that he knows better than to voice in the middle of such chaos. "I could use the backup."
Also, um? Is that a fucking lance?? Little miss birds and sunshine over here with a fucking lance, he can't help but wonder when the fuck that happened...
UR RIGHT ON TIME TO ME!!
...Of course! [She wants to thank him too, but gratitude can wait till later. She has her game face on! Lance at the ready! She's going to follow Sylvain straight to where their help is needed most, though
She takes another look at him, a little anxiously. He doesn't look hurt, but it's nightfall and Marianne's eyes have fooled her once before.]
Are you hurt, Sylvain? I can heal you if you are.
[that's somewhat of an obvious statement to make, but since healing magic has been so touch and go recently... She'd better let him know that she's still capable on the healing front.]