http://faithxhealer.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] faithxhealer.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2007-10-14 04:37 pm (UTC)

Re: 12:45ish

Flonne barely had time to register surprise that Marona didn't remember her before both her attention and her hand were captivated by a man who seemed to have appeared from nowhere. "I-uh-" she stuttered before managing to gather her wits. "Where are you trying to go, stranger-san?"

She didn't hear his reply over the sudden commotion coming from the food tent behind her - screams, and what sounded frighteningly like...lightening? Laharl was in there! Suddenly, the plight of the man in front of her just wasn't important to Flone anymore. "I'm sorry, stranger-san, but I really have to go!" she squeaked, trying to pull her hand out of his grasp. It was only when she tightened his grip on her that she realized his purpose may not have been as benign as originally thought.

Morality and politeness battled with worry and urgecny, and in the end urgency won out. She summoned her staff to her hand, screamed, "Let me GO!" and swung hard, connecting with a loud crack to the side of his head. That was all it took for him to release her and she was off in a dead sprint into the food tent. She had to help Laharl! She had to!

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