[color=Ivory]Marianne Shimizu[/color]

As Marianne walked through the town streets, glaring at any drunken reveler who got too close until they gained the sense to avoid her entirely, she noticed a rather familiar face among the crowds. She waited until the Devilslayer was on the move before approaching, a bit curious of his presence at festival. [color=Ivory]"Hmph, what are you doing here, Slayer?"[/color] She folded her arms across her breastplate, the cool grey of her eyes boring into the young man before her with a stoic intensity. [color=Ivory]"I knew that the old lizard and Marcus were here, but I figured that be enough to guard one do- one [i]lucky[/i] girl . . . a feeling that's justified, considering they have you wondering about like this."[/color]

[@Pkken]