[u][center][h2]Marianne Delacroix[/h2][/center][/u]
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Though Marianne wasn't completely sure if the Nem would try anything at this point or not, she relaxed very slightly. [b]"On the parchment, please write down everything you can remember. Any little detail may help us assist you in having your sister safely rescued. If you try us, do not be mistaken. The second time around, I will not be as gentle."[/b] With that, Marianne stood. Satisfied to allow matters to fall into the hands of her comrades, Marianne looked down and became painfully aware of exactly how she must look. She hadn't intended on doing so, but she had cut the skirt of her lovely dress rather short. The cut hem of which was quite a few inches too short for her tastes. Clearing her throat and as discreetly as possible, she tried to tug her dress down as much as she could. Fighting back the burn of a blush coming, she was thankful that her legs weren't completely exposed. As they were sheathed in white hosiery, namely thigh-high stockings.

Padding away from the group, she found the heels that she had kicked off when she gave chase after the assassin and slipped them back on. Looking at the slashed sleeves and skirt of her dress with a forlorn expression, she briefly wondered if she should get new replica or have this one repaired. As she looked up from the discarded cloth, she noticed a guard with a neat and impressive mustache issuing orders to the others as they rounded up the nobles to potentially escort them to a safer location. Her memory returning to her, her eyebrows came together as her eyes glared daggers at the person she assumed to be the palace's guard captain. With a flick of her wrist, she collapsed her concealable-sword and returned it to its home on her thigh. Affixing the blade to her garter as she stormed over to the mustached-man, her electrical aura returning with a passion alongside her fury. Her heels clacking rapidly and loudly as they echoed throughout the hall.

[b]"You! Are the guard captain of this palace!?"[/b]

She shouted with an accusatory tone, her voice again booming louder than seemed possible for her size.
One of her hands balled to a fist, the other stabbing a pointed finger at the man as she neared.