GamblingGoblins
Child of the guillotine
Although Faust's whistle had evidently startled her, the young woman appeared to recover a tad faster this time. It could've been summed up as the result of the din of the crowd finally beginning to die down, thanks to a large portion of the group having made their way down the elevator, but the truth was something else entirely. Nana's touch had simply startled her out of her fear, making her forget it in entirety as she looked up to regard the other girl with wide emerald eyes.
New as it was to her, given the nature of the curse that had plagued her all her life, physical touch wasn't entirely foreign. She had experienced it for the first time with Ren Fuji; the first person she'd ever met who, despite being cut by her over and over again, never seemed to die. His friends had managed to withstand her curse as well, leading to her receiving overbearing hugs from the likes of Kasumi and occasional playful touches from Ellie or Shirou. But that was all because Ren had willed it so. He dulled the blade that lived in her soul, never allowing it to nick anyone but the undeserving.
But she couldn't feel him here, now. He couldn't be pushing her curse down, sheathing the blade of the very same bois de justice that Maximilien Robespierre had utilized during the Reign of Terror. The same guillotine that had taken Marguerite's own life so many years ago. To touch her was to be exposed to something terrible and inhuman; a cold blade that harbored an incomprehensible plethora of tormented souls that had died too soon, and held no hope of escaping their grave. To feel the unbearable weight of their agony and remorse. So with that in mind... how was the pink-haired girl before her still alive?
"Na... na....." It was a slow repetition of the syllables, very distinctly foreign on her tongue and coated in a thick French accent. Her expression was the pinnacle of confused curiosity, even despite the perpetual concern she'd felt since being thrust into this situation. "...Hiiragi Nana." The name was a little tough to pronounce, but it rolled out of her mouth just a little easier the second time around. There was something strange about the girl that Marguerite couldn't put her finger on, even beyond the fact that she'd survived the 'damned girl's touch, but the blonde wasn't in a place to focus on such things. Rather, her attention was drawn by the gentle hand still placed upon her shoulder, and the peculiar words that Nana had spoken to her. A beat passed in which Marie simply studied her counterpart, but she eventually seemed to come to a conclusion she was satisfied with, her features relaxing just slightly.
"You're very strange," she decided. It might have come off as insulting or rude, but it was almost impossible to take it as such when one considered just how gently and sincerely the words had been spoken. After all, to Marie, it really was an oddity. Why would a stranger wish to befriend her? Still, she didn't seem as perturbed as before, nor did she really seem apprehensive of the magical girl. Plus, her name... Hii-ra-gi. Ren Fu-ji. The names sounded vaguely similar in construct, and that combined with Nana's unscathed touch made her hopeful enough to follow the other girl's request. Awkwardly, she climbed to her feet, sparing a few nervous glances around just to make sure nothing was about to suddenly explode or slam again. "Ah-- W-wait--" Once she was satisfied, she scampered after Nana, gently grasping at the other girl's sleeve. Fortunately, she had ridden in an elevator just once before, so it was a little less frightening than the other happenings so far... even if it was still confusing. Still, she had her priorities straight, and her expression turned earnest as she sought to meet the other girl's gaze.
"Where... are we? Have you seen Ren?"
Undeniably, it was rather rude of her to fail to even introduce herself before so intensely asking these questions, but the maiden hardly seemed to know better. She just stared at Nana with desperation and hope, like the fate of her very existence resided within the answer to these questions. Unfortunately, though, it was certain that Nana wouldn't have the answers she desired. And even if she did, they would have to wait, because in her effort to follow Nana wherever she went so as to get answers to her questions... Marie found herself in front of the monitor. And about had a heart attack when the screen lit up before some strange device was deposited from it. Upon picking it up to inspect it, the modern technology was several years ahead of what Ren and company's own cell phones had looked like, but... there was no mistaking it. The lit screen and the sound without discernible origin were the same. She recoiled with renewed vigor, releasing a high-pitched squeak of distress and... "N-no! Not again--!" Without any sort of explanation for her panic, she dropped the device altogether, scrambling as far away from it as she could and covering her ears. She looked even more frightened than before, her form trembling slightly as she waited for the cellular device to explode like the last one she'd seen.
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Yeah, uh. So much for Nana being the strange one, huh. Hopefully those tablets were sturdy.
Severia Crimson Baron Zenterfold @Everybodyyyy