[u][center][h2]Marianne Delacroix[/h2][/center][/u]
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Marianne grew frustrated, gritting her teeth as once again her mana leaked from her body and manifested as fearsome crackling arcs of electricity. A few stray arcs lashing out at even her Iron Rose comrades if they thought to get too close, some of the arcs biting and snapping at the assassin from where Marianne touched her. She thought for a moment to take advantage of the auxilary side-effect of her uncontrolled mana fissuring to electrocute the assassin on the spot and incapacitate her for later interrogation, but a small voice within her mind reasoned against it. Blinking, Marianne waited for a response.

And waited.

And waited...

Yet nothing.

[i]"Why?[/i]
She thought to herself.

Why would someone, caught in a situation such as this with death eminently looming, not speak up? There was no hope in Marianne's mind for someone to escape from this, so why not preserve one's life and wellbeing. What could possibly be so important to protect and take with you to the grave? Why not plead and beg for forgiveness? Marianne paused for a moment, her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. There was something wrong about this situation, and Marianne was not about to simply kill such a child-like person without investigating further. Eyes falling upon the scarf that the 'Nem' assassin wore 'round her neck, she stared at it for but a second. Thinking to how the Nem reacted when Marianne pressed the tip of her blade against the nape of her neck, she obviously feared death. Such a strike at that location assuredly spelled death for anyone, so the reaction wasn't completely out of the ordinary. But something about it struck her as odd.

Moving her hand from off the Nem's head, Marianne grabbed the girl's chin and turned her so that she could get a better look at her face. With surprising strength, Marianne tightly gripped the girl's jaw and applied pressure to force the girl's mouth open. Something told her to check the inside of the assassin's mouth. For what, she didn't know. Marianne didn't know what she was quite looking for but, after checking Marianne grabbed at the scarf that was wrapped around the Nem assassin's neck and pulled it off. She had to be sure of everything.