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Jan 18, 2020 10:22 AM
'Chelle and Lan rescue Marcel in 1919 New Orleans
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The opera house is on fire, and that's where Lan's supposed to be. Michelle hurries towards it, ignoring the people fleeing. She doesn't care that she's not supposed to be here, doesn't care what people would say about her being here, it's Lan.

She tears a strip from the bottom of her skirt as she moves and wraps it around her face before plunging into the burning opera house.

It doesn't, really, take her long to find Lan, she knew where he was sitting.

"Wake up, you idiot," she snaps, slapping him sharply. "You're not dying in here and I can't carry you!"

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Lan groans. "M'up, m'up," he groans. "Why's the room on fire?"

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"The opera house is on fire, now, on your feet," she tugs him to standing, looking around for the fastest way out. Her eyes land on the stage.

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There's a man hung up on a cross on the stage, his chest bloody and ripped apart. He looks dead.

But he stares at her, very much alive, as the fire burns around him.

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She meets his gaze, frozen and-

And-

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Landri has gathered some of his wits back to him. "Cheri?" he asks quietly.

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"You can stand, oui?" she asks.

He nods sharply.

She lets him go, and darts towards the stage.

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Landri scrambles after her, not even thinking to question her actions.

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The man begins to struggle in earnest but is too weak (how is he even alive?), he pauses his struggles when they are close.

"Quickly. The roof --"

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"I know," she says, pulling a knife from the neckline of her dress and starts to cut the ropes holding him.

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Landri is almost immediately beside her, pulling the spikes piercing through the man's body clear, and bracing his own body against the man's so he won't call when he's finally free. "Do we have an escape?"

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"The stage doors," she says. "Is probably quicker than going back through the main building."

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"No. They went that way, can't let them see us."

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She pauses, unsure and then-

"Alright."

The last rope gives ways, and Michelle and Landri shift to support the man's full weight.

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He falls against them and his wounds begin bleeding more heavily.

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Landri swears, but they don't let it really slow them down, even with him bleeding on them.

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They barely make it out really, the roof collapsing as they flee, half-dragging the man behind them.

Michelle hesitates, wondering-

"Can we take you to a hospital?" she asks, hesitating inside the doorway.

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"No. Take me to your home, I need to heal."

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"Yours, cheri, I think my parents decided to actually be here this week."

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"You spend most of your time at mine anyway," Michelle retorts. "Give me your jacket. People will question if we're carrying a bleeding man through the street, your jacket will conceal some of it."

Lan sheds his jacket,and between the two of them, they drape it over the man they're supporting.

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Now he looks like a particularly dirty and drunk man, which is not at all unusual in the French Quater. They'll fit right in.

He's very heavy though.

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Despite Landri's apparent social class, he is stronger than he looks, and Michelle has a strength of her own.

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Michelle's house is, thankfully, not that far.

She pauses at the door, makes a sharp noise. "You're welcome in my home," she says quietly, and draws their burden across the threshold.

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This gets a response from the man. He looks at her, reevaluating.

"You know what I am." It's not a question.

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"Of course I do," she says as they lower him onto her bed. "I'm not sure there's an inhabitant of the French Quarter who does not."

Her knife reappears.

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"Cheri, let me-" Landri starts.

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