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[thereneverwas]

WHO: Barrow, Benedict, Brother Gideon, Bfifi, Bmado, you??
WHAT: June catch-all
WHEN: Justinianish
WHERE: around and about the Gallows
NOTES: Individual character starters below, hit me up if you want something specific.

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[untiltheyarent]

Her heart still racing, Fifi is tempted to lash out again, but the form of her pursuer pauses, considers, and turns away. The danger is averted, at least for now.

Instead, she takes a deep breath and attempts to collect herself, which only results in a hitching gasp as she ducks her head to shield her tears from Edgard. It's all been the reaction of a frightened animal, and though she recognizes that he'd meant to help, the logic of the situation can't override her adrenaline.

[muckspout]

Edgard sees her tears and his face flushes in shame. He looks down to the ground. Useless Edgard.

"I made this worse. I'm sorry. I can go--"

He turns to leave and as he's walking away he feels even worse just leaving her there. So, he turns back, arms raised again indicating he means no harm.

"Are you alright?"

[untiltheyarent]

Still trying to calm herself down, Fifi nods resolutely, even forcing on a smile to assuage Edgard's worries. She recognizes his voice, and the sight of him, and knows him to be more bark than bite even when he does intend harm.

"Just... frightened," she breathes, glancing past him and finding reassurance in her pursuer's absence. "That hasn't happened to me in a while. I'm sorry for kicking you, Messere."

[muckspout]

Edgard offers her a small smile.

"Been kicked a lot harder by people a lot bigger. Only surprised me."

He hesitates awkwardly and then shrugs and asks.

"Who were you running from? Need someone to kick him?" Edgard slowly moves his right foot to indicate that he would be that someone.

[untiltheyarent]

She shakes her head, waving him off, even if the offer is tempting.

"I don't know. The sort of man that lurks in every club, waiting for a woman to leave by herself. They all look the same in the dark."

She glances around the corner again, just to be sure.

"I'd rather not seek him out. But if you'd walk me to the ferry, Messere, I will be in your debt."

[muckspout]

Edgard's face darkens a little at her looking around the corner.

"Happy to walk you. No debt needed."

He waits for her to walk as he is still unsure how close or not close he should get to her.

"There's a lot of scumbags." He grumps.