[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/alJBIiG3D5EZO/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Manchester, England - After The Attack
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Colette had a choice to make. She would either run with a woman she found herself sympathising with and wishing to protect along with her ill-suited fiance she wished would fall to the Soulless or stay and remain, fight off the attack if she could, and make it back home where her servants were at.

She looked at the outstretched hands of Thomas with disdain. How simple he looked. She shook her head and caught Millicent's gaze, [color=E395B2]"No, I will remain here. I must see if my family's home is all right and if my servants are safe. We will meet again, I am sure. It was a pleasure, mademoiselle."[/color] She curtsied low, before they were gone and she ran past Thomas, not giving him a second glance.

She made her way downstairs to the chaos ensuing. The Soulless were joined in their attack. Others were fleeing while some remained on the ground, motionless. Colette was not safe in this building anymore. If she remained, she would surely perish as well. She pushed onward, jumping over corpses and fleeing past the monsters that continued to attack. Surely she caught their attention, but she had no time to check.

She made her way outside past the entrance before two Soulless appeared before her. Their monstrous appearance may have scared the average lady, but she was not average. Instead, she reached into the fold of her dress and unsheathed her chain whip. She gave it a flick before she spoke, [color=E395B2]"Voulez-vous mourir ce soir des créatures? Alors viens à moi!"[/color] The creatures yelled before they charged. She parried and spun around one, swinging her whip deftly across it's neck before spinning it in her hand and yanking it, cracking the neck as the beast slumped to the ground. The other, obviosuly angered by the death of its friend, charged again. She slashed across it's chest, knocking it back, before she spun the whip around its neck and pulled it close. [color=E395B2]"Au revoir,"[/color] she said before she crushed its neck.

She ran, carrying her whip with her less she run into more of them. They seemed to be moving away, which meant her house would have succumbed to the attack too. She made haste, getting there as quickly as she could.

When she saw her home, it was broken. Windows were smashed. The door as thrown off. And the blood. She held in whatever emotions wished to pour out of her throat. Some had to have lived. Surely.

And then she stepped out of the shadow. Ida. Blood smeared across her apron and shirt. A knife in her hand. She saw Colette just as Colette noticed her. She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief before stepping forward. "Enfant! Dieu merci, vous êtes en sécurité!" She hugged Colette closely. Colette fought the urge to cry. Thankful Ida was ok, she pulled apart. [color=E395B2]"Ida, everyone else. They are.."[/color] Ida's look spoke more than words ever could. "Certains vivent, mais la plupart ont été tués." Colette nodded, understanding the situation as it came. They would have to clean up things around here.

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Morning came. Ida insisted on dealing with the bodies by herself and Colette could not argue if she wanted to. "Vous venez de traverser une épreuve, ma dame. Laissez-moi gérer les choses." Colette, instead, stripped off her torn gown and bloodied cloth before sleep took her. When she woke, she dressed quickly in looser clothing. She hand plans to travel into town to see if anyone needed help. She was safe and her home stood, but others may not be so lucky.

Ida protested, but Colette assured her she was fine. She left Ida and the other servants who lived to clean up. She would write home later to assure her parents she was safe. They would not be happy on her staying, but she was not about to leave.

She made her way into town, eager to help.