[u][center][h2]Marianne Delacroix[/h2][/center][/u]
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Marianne smiled, nodding in affirmation when Fanily answered her. Not exactly sure why the little Captain seemed so nervous all of a sudden, but she paid it no mind and thought nothing of it. Realizing there was a presence behind her when an unfamiliar voice spoke up, Marianne turned her head expecting to see someone standing behind her. Only to find that the source of the voice belonged to some older 'gentleman' squatting down giving her rear quite the inspection. It wasn't until she stared at him for a brief moment, that what the man had said processed in her head.

Like a switch, her electrical aura surged back to life as she went from pleased and happy, to enraged and offended. Blood rushing to her cheeks, foreign profanities spewing rapid-fire from her lips, she drew an open-palm right across the strange and perverted old man's face. Awarding him a swift electrified slap and setting just [i]the greatest[/i] first impression ever. Needing to get a move on and calm herself down, Marianne stalked away from the group as a whole. Cursing and wildly gesturing with her hands as she scooped up the cut skirt and sleeve remains of her dress. As she left, she happened to steal and glance at Sir Garrett who had been apparently eying her himself. Only serving to increase the volume of her curses and deepen the redness of her cheeks. 

[i]"The nerve!"[/i]

Her foul language unbefitting of someone of her station, she didn't quite care.
It wasn't as if many would understand her anyways.
Non-stop in her vulgarities, she reminded herself that she had to move quickly to equip herself.
She needed to calm down to preserve as much mana as possible, which was fast seeping from her body thanks to her erratic emotional state.

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