OVER THE [streets tonight] {R}

When there was a lockdown on part of a city due an apostate sighting, you'd expect everyone to be inside hiding with doors locked and windows shuttered, but no – there was always that one group of idiots kids who thought they were so funny. At first, when she'd seen four hooded figures down an alley, with one that clearly had blood on them, her first thought had been 'Well, it's been a nice life. Boring, but nice.' before she'd dove in, channeling her abilities to a blast to nullify any magic as she went to lift her axe to them. The hysterically panicked scream was what gave her pause, and it was enough of a pause for a couple of them to fall back and reveal their faces, as well as fall into the light shed by a nearby window.

The idiots had taken raggedy old cloaks from god knows where and had splashed what was likely pigs blood along their arms and down their front, and had even gone as far to carry actual daggers at their side – they had no doubt been intending to scare the owner of the house they had been stood behind. Their target was admittedly a very crochety old woman of their community, but certainly didn't deserve that sort of anxiety attack. Melisande, in absolutely no mood for games, decided the best punishment, in turn, was to scare the piss out of them.

The knight-lieutenant had taken up her best over-exaggerated battle stance, and loudly declared that they were all being taken into custody for suspect activities by dictation of the Templar Order, and if they surrendered quietly, perhaps their execution would be quick. She then calmly counted to ten as all four got up and scrambled to the other end of the alley, and didn't even have the common sense to scatter – she saw them all hang a left in the same movement, and with mental pat on the back, she set off after the troublemakers at a light jog, sure that a bit of shouting and brandishing her axe while she stayed just in sight of them would be enough to scare the idiots from attempting something like that again.

She saw them take another turn, to the right this time, as she rounded another bend, floated another shout at them to halt if they didn't wish the might of the Order to come crashing down on their heads, and picked up her pace a bit to catch them, ignoring her own slight exhaustion – plate armor was no joy to run in. As she rounded the corner she'd last seen them disappear behind, however, she came to a screeching halt, so abrupt she had to clutch at a nearby barrel that was situated outside someone's doorway so she wouldn't go careening into the person who's appeared before her.

She righted herself after a moment, eyes darting over the person for a brief moment, and the blue and silver outfit she found caused her to stand a little straighter and attempt to pretend she wasn't just chasing after some stupid kids when this section of the city was on high alert for an apostate. She doubted the Wardens cared for such matters, but her superiors would care about the image she made of herself to someone of their ranks, and that image, as it was right now, was in pretty poor shape.

“Warden.” she stated plainly, managing to not sound as winded as she felt. Her eyes darted briefly behind him to ensure the kids were, indeed, gone, hoping the little shits had learned something from this. “Not the safest time to be wandering the streets.” Not that it was late, per se – it was only a few hours past sunset, but with how quiet the streets were, you'd never be able to tell the difference between now and midnight.

[attr="class","tags"]tag to mark amell

[attr="class","lyric1"]watching the city sleep

[attr="class","lyric2"]Dreams are shining

[attr="class","lyric3"]Finally they're within reach