Ilphyl's friendly suggestion is met with a variety of snarls.
At the same time there's a chaotic scramble amongst the citizenry, most of whom are trying to clear the hell out before they can get targeted- but a few are reluctant to go so far that they would lose a good view of the proceedings.
Ilphyl is certainly getting more than a few stares from civilians and guards alike, now that they've spoken up. Rezo hasn't been fully identified yet, but a few people are casting suspicious glances in his direction as well. He's been standing his ground, and while the dull shade of his coat may not be crimson, it's certainly red.
A pair of new voices can be heard over the speakers.
"Well this is a right mess."
"Should we just kill 'em and move some Servants in?"
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At the same time there's a chaotic scramble amongst the citizenry, most of whom are trying to clear the hell out before they can get targeted- but a few are reluctant to go so far that they would lose a good view of the proceedings.
Ilphyl is certainly getting more than a few stares from civilians and guards alike, now that they've spoken up. Rezo hasn't been fully identified yet, but a few people are casting suspicious glances in his direction as well. He's been standing his ground, and while the dull shade of his coat may not be crimson, it's certainly red.
A pair of new voices can be heard over the speakers.
The crowd goes quiet. Rezo blinks.
That was certainly... direct.