( closed ) sharp enough to kill a man

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WHO: Lumine + others
WHERE: around Stygia + the Gallows
WHEN: November
WHAT: event shenanigans + notice board things
WARNINGS: 99% chance of violence because of Lumine's life choices

[ ooc: closed starters will go here. if you want a custom starter, send me a PM or comment on my plotting post and let's hash things out. ]

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[lackluster]

[ It doesn't take Tartaglia too long to realize that something is different about Lumine. Her whole demeanour has changed, replaced by a familiar chaotic energy that simply draws out an amused smirk from him. Is this what it's like to encounter someone else's Shadow? That's interesting— maybe he should figure out more ways to lure them out.

Even so, the things her Shadow says is enough to make him curious. He doesn't doubt the validity behind them, because it's not like she would be the only one keeping secrets, but it does make him wonder. What is she trying hide?
The blade underneath his chin doesn't scare him. If anything, his own Shadow is now jumping for the opportunity to fight. ]

That's fine. I told her that she shouldn't trust me.

[ After all, who would willingly put their faith in one of the Tsaritsa's Harbingers? ]

Besides, if that happens, that just means I get to have some fun, yeah? [ This time, his smirk is much sharper. ] So listen up, girlie.

If you don't keep your promise— you'll get more than what you bargained for.

[ That's a threat. ]

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[ there's a long beat, almost as if his words induced a sense of thoughtfulness in "lumine". she even tilts her head just a bit, a curious child contemplating the idea of stomping an anthill.

but eventually, a smirk tugs at her lips and mirrors his, one that looks quite out of place and deranged on her expression. his challenge, she'll accept it on behalf of his favorite traveler, currently screaming in their collective thoughts to wrench back control. ]

Well then, amuse us, Harbinger. And don't you dare disappoint.

[ her shadow yields control back to lumine with a laugh, the traveler staggering for a moment as she tries to compose and steady herself.

but even before she can do so, several pairs of hands seize her, roughly shoving and pinning her to the ground, her sword falling with a clatter and disappearing all too quickly. one of the guards grabs her arms, twisting them behind her back to cuff her. a groan escapes her as pain lances through her twisted limbs and lumine struggles to get up, only to receive a knee between her shoulders.

you're under arrest for assault, public nuisance and conspiracy to murder members of the hierarchy, restless. fight, and you'll only get more hurt.

from her situation on the ground, she throws a pointed stare at childe. stand down for now, please. ]

[lackluster]

[ Tartaglia can only watch as the guards finally manage to catch their target.

Gone is his usual friendly demeanour, replaced by a cold and unreadable expression that doesn't waver even as the guards begin to roughhouse his favourite traveler. One of them bothers to ask what happened, because they did see him carry Lumine away from the guards at first, but he shrugs and says something about how he made a mistake.

He was only trying to be a good samaritan, you know? How could he have known that she would end up turning on him like this— it's not much, but it seems to be enough for the one that asked. ]

Better lock her up now before she tries to get away again.

[ The guards don't need to be told twice. They'll leave the scene with their prisoner in tow before the crowd becomes any bigger than it already is.

If Lumine happens to look back, she might catch a determined look on Tartaglia's face. It's there and gone within the next second, and soon enough, he turns to leave the other way too. ]