From over near the medic tent, Sieghart will hear Dio shouting:] Get the hell off of me—! [As several armed soldiers who clearly do not see the wholeass drama playing out in center field move in to tackle him to the ground in an arrest.
Closer to them, the familiar figure of Lucretia runs to the edge of the guard tower. How did she get up there?? A mystery. Apparently this is where her search for the elusive Higher-Up has led. She leans over the rail, shouting down toward the group.]
Take the cart and run! I— [Wait that's a corpse out there.] What is happening—!?
[HELp?!?
The soldiers, seemingly shaken out of their terrified stupor, start looking wildly around, with murmurs and accusations of demonic arts and blood magic beginning to swirl among them. Though some are still shaking with fear, others are starting to pick up their rifles and blades, their attention divided between the talking headless corpse and the band of miscreant blood magic users that have apparently graced their doorstep.
And finally, Mr. Center Stage himself, sweet Risu's headless corpse, lowers the arm that had been pointing at Aikawa and says one final thing.]
You killed me.
[Before launching at Aikawa with clear murderous intent YEEHAW.]
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Well.
A lot of things happen all at once!
From over near the medic tent, Sieghart will hear Dio shouting:] Get the hell off of me—! [As several armed soldiers who clearly do not see the wholeass drama playing out in center field move in to tackle him to the ground in an arrest.
Closer to them, the familiar figure of Lucretia runs to the edge of the guard tower. How did she get up there?? A mystery. Apparently this is where her search for the elusive Higher-Up has led. She leans over the rail, shouting down toward the group.]
Take the cart and run! I— [Wait that's a corpse out there.] What is happening—!?
[HELp?!?
The soldiers, seemingly shaken out of their terrified stupor, start looking wildly around, with murmurs and accusations of demonic arts and blood magic beginning to swirl among them. Though some are still shaking with fear, others are starting to pick up their rifles and blades, their attention divided between the talking headless corpse and the band of miscreant blood magic users that have apparently graced their doorstep.
And finally, Mr. Center Stage himself, sweet Risu's headless corpse, lowers the arm that had been pointing at Aikawa and says one final thing.]
You killed me.
[Before launching at Aikawa with clear murderous intent YEEHAW.]