[ Lightning straightens, her expression turning grim as she pulls her shoulders back. The sky is falling, the world Luceti is in might be ending, and there's no sign of where the king might be in order to properly do something about it. Her partner in this mess is a man in a waterfall of lace and shiny fabric- one who probably stands little chance of defending himself in a fight should things go awry. If something dangerous happens, she'll need to protect both of them. ]
We'll have to go looking, then.
[ Her voice is low and steady. If she had her gunblade instead of pockets full of feathers, she'd probably have her hand on the grip by now. This is Serious Business.
... Oh wait, was she supposed to be the one freaking out? Forget that. Ladies and gentlemen, Sergeant Lightning Farron. ]
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We'll have to go looking, then.
[ Her voice is low and steady. If she had her gunblade instead of pockets full of feathers, she'd probably have her hand on the grip by now. This is Serious Business.
... Oh wait, was she supposed to be the one freaking out? Forget that. Ladies and gentlemen, Sergeant Lightning Farron. ]