[u][center][h2]Marianne Delacroix[/h2][/center][/u]
[u][center][h3](*And her Seven [s]Deadly[/s] Lovely Maids)[/h3][/center][/u]
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That was enough. Seeing her Captain running off in what could only be assumed to be utter embarrassment was enough to incite Marianne's anger. Just as her maids started to step off and give chase after the little Captain, a crackling cascade of electricity once again wreathed Marianne's body. Her hair floating, raising like the bristling like hackles of a threatened cat, Marianne stomped her foot against the ground. The maids instantly knew they had overstepped their boundaries, acting as unbecoming and rude as they had been. Discrediting the Delacroix from their behavior. Pointing a sharp finger at the ground in front of her, the seven maids hurriedly stood in a line and bowed their heads solemnly as they braced themselves for the tongue lashing Marianne was about to give them all.

And tongue lash them she did.

Her voice echoed and boomed much louder than one would expect to come from the generally soft-spoken and kind woman. Like a rapid and non-stop volley of flaming arrows, Marianne shot off at the mouth as she viciously cursed at them in their native language. One could only imagine what was being said as with each rise in her voice, the seven maids visibly flinched as if her reprimanding of them physically wounded them. Marianne's face red with unbelievable rage as sparks and arcs of electrical power snapped and popped off of her, she appeared absolutely fearsome. Shouting and yelling at them with animated hand motions and gestures as she continued to berate them for a few solid minutes, attracting the attention of countless others. Further deepening the maids' embarrassment as they were scolded like little children.

Once Marianne had vented her frustration on them, standing there in what was essentially her bathrobe, she panted heavily. Her chest rising and falling as her lungs fought to replenish its stores of oxygen. Running a hand through her hair to push stray strands out of her face, she let out a disgruntled growl.

[b][i]"Zut alors!"[/i][/b] Marianne tossed her long black hair dramatically over her shoulder.
The maids all stood silently still.
The ass-chewing had a sobering effect on them, their feverish moods tamed.
[b]"You are all to stand in front of my superior officer and Captain and apologize to her on behalf of the Delacroix name! You are all to say not a word otherwise from this moment on, for the rest of the day! This type of behavior is unacceptable and I will [i]not[/i] allow this to become a trend! [i]Me comprenez-vous?[/i]"[/b]
The maids all bowed their heads lower to Marianne.
In unison, [b]"Yes, Lady Marianne."[/b]
Marianne turned away from them and walked towards the bathhouses.
As she walked away, the maids asked.
[b]"Will that be all, Lady Marianne?"[/b]
She stopped in her tracks, thinking for a moment.
Turning to look over her shoulder, she quietly uttered.
[b]"Find Sir Garrett and invite him to dinner. I wish to thank him."[/b]
The maids all curtsied, [b]"As you wish, Lady Marianne."[/b]

In a single file column, the maids then shuffled away to find Captain Fanily.

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In the bathhouse, Marianne looked about her to ensure that no one was actively watching her. Not that she was ashamed of her body, but she was just extremely shy. The coast clear, she disrobed and carefully slipped into the warm waters of the bath. By that point, she had calmed down. The electrical side effects of what many called 'mana fissuring' had discharged and dissipated naturally over time, making it safe for her and anyone joining her in the baths. As she completely submerged herself up to her neck, she laid back as best she could and let herself soak. The stresses of the day slowly easing out of her body as her muscles relaxed.

Content, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes. Her long black hair spreading out on the surface of the waters like an inky curtain as she contemplated going to sleep right then and there. 

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