The Original Light

[02:53] While the usual handful of shenanigans from the youngsters ensues, Jeanne, seemingly lighter in spirits than the few days past, removes the top half of her garments, leaving mostly pieces of chainmail and leather to cover her up more or less moderately. (Nothing's even remotely suggestive, nothing's exposed, I swear I SWEAR)

Bandages, one by one, are slowly removed from the charred injury.

A jar, full of what appears to be some sort of healing unguent or tranquilizer agent, is placed atop the table to her right. Jeanne, revealing what appears to be a brutal pair of burn-marks at the upper half of her back, slowly begins to apply the medicine onto them, clearly struggling with pain every inch of the way.

They're in the shape of wings, ironically. Almost humiliatingly, like a grand tease and insult to her figure.

Yet, in a stark contrast to earlier, the Exarch makes no major effort to conceal it. Everyone knew she had been gravely wounded during the last assault on the Syndicate.

"Please, be respectful. No burning in front of me."
(Jeanne Stallard)
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[02:53] Eustace says, "You can't hide it from them forever."
[02:53] Berrios Falstaff says, "I don't think I should."
[02:53] Eustace says, "Coward."
[02:53] Berrios blinks.
(Berrios Falstaff)
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[02:54] Berrios Falstaff says, "Hm."
[02:54] Asphira's eyes shift to the Exarch's painful looking injury.

"Are you okay...?"
(Asphira)
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[02:54] Jeanne Stallard says, "It's just a flesh wound."
[02:54] Jeanne Stallard says, "Thank you for your concern."
[02:54] Asphira says, "I hope you recover soon."
[02:54] Her hands were clasped in front of her, and then finally, she turns to look at Jeanne and winced. She hadn't exactly been thinking when she had told Cheemu to burn the cloth - she just wanted it to be rid of this world, in one way or another.

"Do you need assistance?" She asked now, calmed down considerably now.
(Erika cos Salis)
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[02:54] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[02:55] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[02:55] Asphira says, "I think she's one step ahead of you, Saige."
[02:55] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[02:56] Cheemu Terrowin says, "I've returned."
[02:56] "Do you need us to get you anything, Jeanne?" His head tilting to the side, peering towards this wounded woman that had once stood at the pinnacle of strength.

"Food? Water? Prosthetics? Lax essence? Anything at all?" Despite the musings of the group, her own injured state was worth taking into consideration.
(Eustace)
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[02:56] Jeanne sort of pauses for a solid interval consisting of half a dozen seconds or so. She meditates on her answer, finally removing her mask. A face about as stoic as ever is revealed on her part. "I'm starting to think... it might not just -go away- on it's own. Sorry to bother you with it."
(Jeanne Stallard)
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[02:56] Saige gives the felinae an upwards nod of acknowledgement.
(Saige Gunner)
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[02:56] Jeanne Stallard says, "But, yes. I might need you."
[02:57] Asphira hums and looks to Cheemu next. A curious thing.

She was unsure if it was rude, but she'd ask anyway. "May I... touch your ears?"
(Asphira)
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[02:58] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[02:58] Asphira whispers something.
[02:58] Now her head cocked curiously.

"What is it?" She asked, completely serious.
(Erika cos Salis)
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[02:58] Saige Gunner says, "..."
[02:58] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[02:59] He blinked at that...a question he hadn't been really expecting.

"Uhm...Sure? Since you asked. I don't like it when people just randomly do it...makes me feel like a house cat and I hate that. Yknow?"
(Cheemu Terrowin)
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[03:00] "Of course. I appreciate it." Reaching up, the curious Cadet seeks to gently take hold of one of his ears. She rubs her thumb along the length of it to get a feel for the structure and texture of it.

It was an intriguing matter to her.
(Asphira)
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[03:00] Hearing that Asphira got the okay, the mostly silent girl too, reached forward to the top of Cheemu's head with a gentle hand. Assuming he didn't absolutely go berserk from the contact, Saige would undoubtedly try to prod at one of the feline-esque ears without actually asking for permission.
(Saige Gunner)
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[03:01] Saige Gunner says, "..."
[03:01] Iskan Furthis says, "Bit.. Of a gathering, here."
[03:01] Berrios Falstaff says, "Yes."
[03:04] An exasperated sigh, as Jeanne turns her pale, toned, massively broad, sparsely freckled back to the group. In clear view of the focused pair and change, two gruesome palm-shaped, heavy-third-degree burn marks take the shape of wings. Far from scarring, they still seem fresh enough to produce agonizing pain.

Out of her escalated guardian complex, and strong character, Jeanne wouldn't acknowledge it in public anytime sooner. Though, with the lack of evolution from her skin and flesh on the afflicted area, and some ease found through prayer, she had finally seemed to come to terms with it.

"As you can see…" She illustrates. "Our offender was a real smartass."

(Name: "Back Burns"

Desc: Jeanne's back has been graced with two, wing-like shaped burn scars, that run from her trapezoids to her lower back. A fitting injury for a bird of prey.

Inflictor: Heathen

Class: PERMANENT

Nerf: --20 VIT)
(Jeanne Stallard)
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[03:04] His cheeks pinked a little at the touch.

His ears unlike the rest of his hair were soft yet rigid like cartilage but soft and flexy to the touch the inner bits of his ear had a feeling of soft down while the outer black fur of his ears was a bit more coarse and tough. Probably to protect against the natural elements and dirt.

They were clean though.

His actual hair was silky smooth if a bit signed from being electrocuted a few dozen times within the last hour.


He actually didn't snap at Saige
(Cheemu Terrowin)
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[03:05] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[03:05] Satisfied, Asphira pulls her hand away.

It was everything she'd hoped for.
(Asphira)
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[03:05] Asphira says, "Thank you. You have nice ears."
[03:05] Asphira says, "Very cute."
[03:05] Just about ready to rest after his brief trudge through the surrounding forests, Edmund sat at one of the public tables. Though not exactly eager to announce his arrival into the town, he did have a few things to check off his list before he settled.

A nearby person would have to do. He settled on Tonashi.

"Excuse me. I have a few questions, as someone who just arrived here." He asked with a polite nod.
(Edmund Domon)
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[03:05] Saige pulls her hand away too.
(Saige Gunner)
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[03:05] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[03:06] He nodded at that once there hands were pulled away much like an actual cat his ears twitched quite a bit as if they were readjusting the displaced fur.

"Thanks, What are your names anyway?"
(Cheemu Terrowin)
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[03:06] Erika frowned now, as Jeanne revealed the extent of her injury. She approached before bending down to get a closer look. She didn't dare touch it, it looked far too painful. Finally she stood up straight and sighed.

"... Has anyone looked at it, yet?" She asked. She already assumed the answer was no, but she figured she'd ask just in case!
(Erika cos Salis)
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[03:06] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[03:06] Asphira says, "Cadet Asphira."
[03:07] Cheemu Terrowin says, "Nice to meet you both, I'm Cadet Cheemu Terrowin."
[03:07] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[03:07] Asphira asks, "Sister Saige?"
[03:07] Asphira says, "That sounds funny."
[03:07] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[03:07] Jeanne was elusive, and his constant interest never gave him the chance to really speak with her properly. Though seeing the marks on her stops his breathing for second. Despite her confident demeanor, the pain he's seen on all the knights recently only makes him feel more and more useless.

People he admires are getting hurt out there, while he cowers behind the walls.

"Jeanne..." He'd say, concerned. He's nobody though, and nothing he can do will help. He turns back to the main group and does his usual people-watching, as if to escape from his own reality.
(Iskan Furthis)
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[03:07] Cheemu Terrowin asks, "You're a member of the Faith Lady Saige?"
[03:08] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[03:08] Saige nods.
(Saige Gunner)
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[03:08] He smiled at that and bowed slightly.

"Then as is my task appointed to me by Ser Solenne, I'll be sure to make sure you and the other Acolytes are defended when i'm on patrol again."
(Cheemu Terrowin)
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[03:09] Jeanne came off as brutally honest, though delayed in her answer, as if finding the sincerity to regard her protegee was far from easy at the time, even in spite of their shared confidence. They were still very much in public, after all. "No." As implacably as ever, the Knight is aloof in her response. "And no, I do not have the coin to buy a kit on my own pocket. I've been handing out bonuses after the blitz on the caverns."
(Jeanne Stallard)
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[03:09] Erika cos Salis says, "Eustace....."
[03:09] Ah...

Familiar in a sense, looking upon this woman's wounds he couldn't help but feel a pained similarity to his own. Those images of a Raven which had spread across his chest, only having been repaired and hidden away by this armor which he now adorned.

"You... Should be treated, quickly. Do you need me to hunt down another prosthetic, Erika?" The voices of the others being drowned out as brows were ever so quick to furrow. Focused entirely upon the medical expert before them.

"I... She should be treated as quick as we can. No one..."

Once more his voice trailing off, she hadn't deserved to suffer for her attempts in battle.
(Eustace)
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[03:10] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:10] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:10] Leylin whispers something.
[03:10] Cheemu Terrowin says, "Theres a number of Kits in the Bazaare Ser Eustace."
[03:10] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:11] Though the declaration was a bit surprising, the blue haired girl nods all the same, even beaming her own, short lived smile.

"I haven't been attacked... yet. Hope it doesn't come to it. Thank you, though."

She croaked in her quiet, nearly non-existent voice.
(Saige Gunner)
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[03:11] Leylin glances up the street of the marketplace towards the group gathered there.
(Leylin)
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[03:11] Leylin whispers something.
[03:11] Aranea could smell pure concentrated deus vult in the air.
(Aranea Stepford)
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[03:11] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:11] It was good he knew what she was already going to ask him. A sack of coins was procured, and she held it out towards the Knight to take and hunt down a kit.

"Yes please, Eustace," She said calmly. She was used to burns, after all she had treated Caesar who had been forced to immolate himself. Her other hand dipped into her satchel to fetch out her pair of gloves. "For now, we'll wait for Eustace to return. Then we'll head to Agrein's clinic and treat you there. Cleaner environment."
(Erika cos Salis)
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[03:11] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:11] He nodded and smiled.

"I am to keep it that way."
(Cheemu Terrowin)
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[03:11] Leylin whispers something.
[03:11] Asphira rubs her eyes. There was a lot going on and she was tired and distracted.
(Asphira)
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[03:12] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:12] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:12] Leylin whispers something.
[03:12] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:12] Leylin says, ". . ."
[03:12] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:12] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[03:12] Leylin whispers something.
[03:12] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[03:12] Leylin whispers something.
[03:13] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:13] Leylin whispers something.
[03:13] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:13] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:13] "I see. I'll be back as quickly as I can, please remain where you are." The coins being taken just as quickly as they had been held out towards this young Knight. Wasting not even a single second as the sounds of his boots clanking beneath him would clear that path.

Where once the joyful musings of young Knights and Cadets had been, replaced in a matter of seconds with the seriousness of this womans own wounds.

Nevertheless, Eustace strode right down towards the Bazaar!
(Eustace)
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[03:13] Once again he's faced with a group of people, all sharing in talks of various things. With Erika even trying to help Jeanne, something he supposes only Erika can really do. Then Eustace running off to buy a trauma kit.

It's happening again. People running around doing things, and he's just standing here watching. Why did he like to watch in the first place? What does it even accomplish.

He'd take a step forward, opening his mouth as if to speak. Only to close it quickly and look around awkwardly.
(Iskan Furthis)
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[03:13] Leylin whispers something.
[03:13] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:13] Asphira says, "Quite..."
[03:14] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:14] Leylin whispers something.
[03:14] Leylin whispers something.
[03:14] For the most part, the teen kept to himself, sitting at the table and watching the others squabble on about some injured woman. Was she someone important?

He kept a close eye on them, watching how things went on and it didn't really interest him...that is, until they mentioned going to the clinic.

It was at that point that the teen pitched up a bit, his eyes falling onto Erika; perhaps this may be worth the journey after all.

Getting up from his chair, he'd move on over to the small group, stopping before the young Salis.

"..Ah, you said you're going to the clinic? If it's alright with you, mind if I watch?"
(Luca Tairin)
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[03:14] Leylin whispers something.
[03:15] Berrios Falstaff whispers something.
[03:15] Erika cos Salis says, "Of course. Also Iskan, if you wish to watch you can also come along."
[03:15] Leylin whispers something.
[03:15] Luca Tairin says, "Mm, thanks."
[03:15] Leylin whispers something.
[03:15] Berrios turns, and begins waddling away.
(Berrios Falstaff)
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[03:15] Asphira says, "I'll join you."
[03:15] Leylin whispers something.
[03:15] Iskan Furthis says, "A-ah, of course, right."
[03:15] Iskan seems to play along as if he had no troubles.
(Iskan Furthis)
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[03:15] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:16] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:16] Saige Gunner whispers something.
[03:16] Cheemu Terrowin says, "I'll see you another time Lady Saige. Do rest well."
[03:16] Leylin whispers something.
[03:16] Eustace returns! Dropping off the kit.
(Eustace)
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[03:16] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:16] Saige nods. A small wave is given before she departs.
(Saige Gunner)
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[03:16] Aranea Stepford whispers something.
[03:16] Leylin whispers something.
[03:17] Erika cos Salis says, "Thank you, Eustace. Please follow me."
[03:17] * You have been awarded 1 Roleplay Points! *
[03:17] Jeanne Stallard says, "This is all I have, for now. I owe you my heart, Ser Eustace."
[03:17] {Item} Dropped a bag of 877 Coins.
[03:17] Erika cos Salis says, "Go ahead and lay face down on the bed."
[03:17] Cheemu sat down. Just out of the way of everyone.
(Cheemu Terrowin)
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[03:17] Jeanne barely fits in the bed.
(Jeanne Stallard)
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[03:23] The gloves were already on her, thankfully, and she scoots to the side of it now. Ordinarily? She'd request fresh water and a towel - but those were already by it. Dipping the towel into the water, and letting it soak for a bit, Erika worked her own brand of medicinal magic, forcing the Exarch to fall under using both holy magics and illusionary magics. Once she was, she carefully began cleaning the burns gently.

Sure, Jeanne would feel no pain while she was out like a light, but Erika was still soft in her touch. Once she seemed pleased with it, a disinfecting ointment was fetched, and gingerly spread out across the burns. While she'd no doubt always have scars from the burns given how bad they are, they wouldn't be painful and would heal up just perfectly fine.

Gauze was lined across the wings, and then bandages were placed to keep everything in place. Gentle fingertips reached out, allowing some of that holy magic, soothing and light, to embed itself within those wounds to accelerate the healing far better than she if she left it up to that ointment.

Once that was all complete? Jeanne was released from that slumber. The pain was gone, at the very least.
(Erika cos Salis)
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[03:29] He watched Erika closely as she performed and treated Jeanne's wounds. It looked painful he thought, having burns etched into your skin must've been quite the experience.

The girl's treatment was swift and seemingly effective though. Through the use of illusion and holy magic, she was able to create an artificial anesthesia that'd put the massive woman to sleep while she worked.

Clean towels and water were used to wipe away at the burn wounds before an ointment was applied. Even though Erika was being gentle, he could tell that if Jeanne were awake through all of this it'd be rather painful.

To wrap it up, literally, she placed down some gauze then taped the woman up with bandages before touching her up with a bit of holy magic once again.

The teen watched all of this carefully and closely, making mental notes for the future.
(Luca Tairin)
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[03:34] Standing outside the dividers to give Jeanne at least some modicum of privacy, he'd tap his foot anxiously. It bothers him that he's feeling this way, but the feeling just won't shake off. Maybe if he's more involved, more forward? No, he'd only get in the way... Would he?

Internal screaming intensifies as the conflict within his mind only gets worse as the day progresses.
(Iskan Furthis)
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[03:35] Cheemu Simply sat entirely outside the room. A blocker in his view. He didn't need to watch. He simply waited for the Exarchs recovery.
(Cheemu Terrowin)
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[03:45] As she's slowly drawn downwards into the deeper end of the spiral of slumber, Jeanne's own delusions and disconnect from her own physique's sensitivity devolves into it's own fever dream.

There's a clear landscape of nothing but ocean, and Jeanne is stranded amidst a chaotic thunderstorm, with nothing but the sails of her own miserable raft to protect herself from the endless rainfall and implacable wind. Waves come crashing against her, making her endless struggle thrice as difficult. The fall of lightning strikes nearby, making Jeanne's own raft's wind-sails burn to a crisp, leaving her exposed and immobile.

In the opposite side, as Erika is hard at work in surgery, and out of the blue, surges of electricity begin to generate at Jeanne's own languid, toneless fingertips, erupting in an outburst of lightning faced upwards, coalescing at the height of the clinic's roof, violently crashing against it, poking holes through - as the Exarch's body coils and spazzes out briefly, victim to her own nightmare.

While the tissue is reconstructed little by little, and as the physical strain comes to an end, her own delusions slowly morph. The violent hurricane, though still raging at the peak of it's strength, becomes adorned by the golden bliss of a distant light. Soon, it grows in size, enlightening the entirety of her own imagined landscape, eventually swallowing Jeanne and the miserable remains of her ship.

Her sienna stare, reconnected onto the Exarch's senses, bursts open abruptly. A moment of quietude elapses, as she makes mental check of her state. Though the procedure in itself left a slightly obnoxious feel, one that would likely wear off through time and recovery, it lacked the agonizing intensity of her previous state.

"... I'm awake." She dully declares, slowly straightening herself up once more. Even in spite of her size, Jeanne displays enough agility to turn and admire her own scars. Would they ever disappear? "It's the first time I've been hurt this badly… I had never had the need for a procedure of this magnitude, not even during the war."
(Jeanne Stallard)
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[03:46] Those who were meant to guide and to lead young Knights and Cadets ever forwards had found themselves...

Grievously wounded.

Such blows this woman had been struck with would never truly fade away with the passage of time. Forever she would be reminded of those failures which had plagued her, forever she would be reminded of all she had lost in a momentary exchange against evil. Those who seek to endlessly slither about in the darkness of Esshar.

"I assume you lost to someone who wields fire, Lady Jeanne. Did you ever manage to catch a good look at them? Hear their voice?" Any sort of information that would bring this man into custody would do. His size, his mask, gaze narrowing all the while as she had just barely awoken from that deep slumber.

"I'll bring them in no problem, jus' need to know which one of those masked ones I'm hunting for."

Any which stood against The Order, against The Crown of Osrona?

Well, they very well just couldn't let them get away from this all.
(Eustace)
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[03:46] Cheemu Terrowin says, "I'll return soon..."
[03:46] Cheemu Terrowin exclaims, "Lady Stallard, Recover well!"
[03:47] Jeanne Stallard says, "Thanks."
[03:52] At the eruption of the lightning from her fingertips, Erika nearly fell backwards onto another bed. This was the third time. Literally. First Lionel, then Yu, and now this. Her heart was racing, but regardless was of that, the procedure went off without a hitch. Once the Exarch was awake, she had already moved back to a standing position, carefully peeling off those gloves of hers.

"It wasn't as bad as it could have been, thankfully. I suppose there's a time and a place for all things. I'm just glad I was able to help you."
(Erika cos Salis)
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[03:53] Hearing Jeanne speak, he'd get closer to the dividers without looking in just yet. Listening to them speak, it seems Jeanne will be okay. Erika's skills prevail again, and a breath of relief is released.

He looks around a bit, and seems conflicted on something. It's not like anyone here cares, anyways. He smiles a bit knowing that at least Jeanne will be okay, and leaves the building.
(Iskan Furthis)
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[04:05] For yet another moment, the most cryptic of Exarchs exposes herself, yet baring an air that's almost as reluctant as it is vulnerable.

"Erika, I am in debt with you. Weren't it for you, I'd be thoroughly inoperant. You have the most sincere of my thanks. I'll make it up, someday. You have my word."

There's a pause in which Jeanne meditates on Eustace's own inquire. She's quick to prod his demeanor for any possible pity on her state, which would've been quickly dismissed, likely with an elegant sway of her overtly-gallant behavior, had she been lucky enough to summon the character needed. Word was even going round that she was becoming too old to exercise under her charge. Jeanne, the second-to-youngest of the exarch knights, too old. How indecent.

Though, upon further inspection, she does drop it after a defeated sigh. Up to that point in particular, she'd blame herself every bit for any amount of defamation or underappreciation. Jeanne's failure had been grand, her sacrifices and spoils taken, gone for a cause many would've called minor or unreasonable in consequence.

Yet, to her, after coming to terms with the result, was worth every bit and inch of it.

"I... did." Another meditative stop, as she looks back on the terrorist's most incriminating features. "His disguise was the least impressive of them all. There were no clear traits I could've made out from it."

One trait does thoroughly stand out, however. Perhaps the most clear and ironically out there of them all.

"He wouldn't shut up. He was incredibly theatrical. A real phony." It clearly hinted that the subject in question was a male. Their voice had given out as much.

"Sinner. Adorer of the Rotten Firmament. Perpetrator of the grime and filth that runs rampant in the dark, forsaken corners you refuse to witness" Jeanne quotes, mimicking his near megalomaniac, full-of-self demeanor. A knuckle cracks before the Exarch musters the confidence to speak on his usage of fire-driven magic.

"There were flames. An explosive variant of them, naught unlike Vandigan's own." Yet another exasperated exhale comes forth, as her Sienna stare now more confidently lingers atop Eustace's own, more aloof sight. "But perhaps, of more relevance, he'd use molten metal, too. They're dangerous, and thoroughly unpredictable - exercise caution… I mean it."
(Jeanne Stallard)
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[04:09] Well, he had something to go off.

The sounds of his boots coming to clank beneath the ground beneath him, his place taken ever so quickly by the side of Erika. Flames which could scorch this earth and metal which could withstand those potent explosions which Jeanne spoke of.

"I see. Another one of those annoying ones that just refuse to shut up, right? Worst of all, he was able to knock you down and disfigure you." The sigh which passed through his lips sounding more and more disappointed as time went on.

"Still, I'll bring him into the light. Then, The Order can repay his crimes ten-fold for what he did to you."

His hopelessly confident demeanor never fading.
(Eustace)
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[04:10] Jeanne Stallard says, "Quit driving it home. I know he's downed me."
[04:11] Eustace says, "Geheheh."
[04:11] Jeanne Stallard says, "If you're expecting me to quit my pursuit of them, you are thoroughly mistaken."
[04:11] Eustace says, "Never in a million years, Exarch Stallard."
[04:11] Erika's hands lifted up and she offered a small smile,

"It's quite alright. It's what I do for everyone! Please don't think you're in debt to me, or anything. Truly." She said quietly. She glanced towards Eustace briefly and released a faint exhale. "Well - it'll be alright. We'll keep an eye out for anyone who fits that... Strange description."
(Erika cos Salis)
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[04:12] Cheemu stepped around the corner taking a guess that the Exarch was decent again.

He looked to her his hand laid upon the hilt of his Bastard sword.

"You have my blade Ser. If you need my help. I'll be by you. Such is the duty of a Knight...Even if I am only a Cadet."
(Cheemu Terrowin)
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[04:13] Luca Tairin says, "Mm.."
[04:14] Jeanne nods gallantly, seemingly acceptant of everyone's mostly disciplined attitude. "I enjoy your predisposal. As long as you put in the amount of work that's necessary, you'll go far. I'm sure of it."
(Jeanne Stallard)
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[04:15] Jeanne Stallard says, "Shall we leave? This place is drowning my spirits again."