Strawberry-Cream

Sylvaine hmphs back and notes:

"Securing zhe attacker? What do you zhink zhe police is paid for, monsieur Ector...

on a different note, where exactly is your 'ome? If not too far, I'd catch up with you zhere..."

"And it's alread-y quite zhe... courtesy zhat we may leave as is, monsieur Ector. Je crois que vee really should leave 'im be to zhe people ici..."

Sylvaine smiles apologetically to the doorman.

"All a little chaotique avec all zhis 'appening, I 'ope you will excuse.."

"Mister Ector, I believe the monsieur may be right... it vould be quite better if zhe police would handle zeese parts."

Obviously Sylvaine doesn't warm up at all to the fact that they want to bring the guy along. Her face, still quite pale, also might just express that all that mob-like talk about turf and homies might not appear to be too appealing.

"It should be more important to see zhat monsieur Blackburn is treated properly."

One can almost here the end of the sentence, which probably would be something along the lines of: 'By a real doctor.'

Snapping out of passive-observer-that-doesn't-believe mode, Sylvaine moves over to give Corrie a hand.

"Bien sûr... I zhink vee best leave the place now..."

Calming a bit more or less, despite the mayhem, Sylvaine remembers the card to call her cycle. Not pushing it yet, she asks:

"Any idea where we best bring zhis monsiour Blackburn?"

Sylvaine mutters and curses briefly, trying what she's able to. If the vessels are sliced far enough from the torso, she will take off her belt and use it to bind off the arm as well, in general applying what comes to her mind, putting the man in a beneficiary position. She hisses:

"I'm not a paramedic, let alone for something like zhis!"

She slides into french cursing again, trying to stomach all the blood and gore which she never saw live and near like this before. But as long as the man lives and she has a focus in trying to keep it that way...

#9 again

Since communication is key, Sylvaine shouts a: "Somebody call an ambulance!" Before bending down and trying to treat the man, stopping the bleeding with applied pressure, whatever comes to her mind. Still unaware what wounded him, she tries to declare comfortingly: "C'est alright, don't worry, I'm a medic..." Well she isn't, but who cares?

#roll = 9

Sylvaine quickly spits out another: "Merde alors!" , glancing over the man whether he's armed while fiddling for her handgun (or whether he's fatally wounded) and getting into the room. Kind of not realizing who's an enemy and who isn't, she says: "Try nozzing funny, mr.!"

#ooc: Rolled a 4 (quatre).

Well, we use the idea where damage is halved at the extremities and doubled on the head (First SP, then limb / head modifier, then BTM). If you miss on a called shot though, it's a miss. Oh, and also, headshots are not at -4 for aimed shots but at -6, depending on the GM that's on -8. I've no idea whether I already replied here since this thread is so old .

I don't like the idea of getting a chance to hit with a miss either. If you took the risk and botched it, then you botched it.

Not really tempted to answer the call, Sylvaine quickly continues her way to her handbag and further to cover - not a silly table, a pillar or something. While on the way she snaps off to Nick: "Zhe bad guys giving trouble are over zhere!" , pointing in the general direction.

Only when arriving at some "real" cover she fiddles for her gun out of the handbag and orientates about the whole situation again.

#roll=2

#Sounds fine! I'd take the path of best cover, not the shortest, back to the tables of course. So probably a bit to the side first, or something. But I'm a trustful player and think you'll manage fine what we intended .

Definetely not one for brave decisions in combat situations, Sylvaine decides the "flight" mode for herself. Big plus is big Hector right in front of her, but the gun of the guy seems to be just equally big. Also, there are other couriers on the table - so, no, staying there is a bad idea. She hastily looks - and moves - for cover, sidewards away from the "action", crying out a pleading:

"Merde! Away with zhe gun!"

Should she succeed in getting away from an area where she's an immediate target, she would try to find a way back to the table of employer and rest, where among other things her gun is. Neatly tucked away in her handbag. Which neatly sits under the neatly decorated table. How very neat.

Sylvaine follows with Hector, right behind him, her arms on his shoulders, yet not trying to forcefully pull him.

"C'est bien monsieur! Really there is no problem..."

//rolled a 4

Blinking and startled, Sylvaine gets up seconds after Hector did, following him, explaining:

"Ah monsieur, it's bien, I've met zee mister outside waiting..."

She puts a hand on Hector's shoulder - quite a brave act - gently pulling a little backwards. She half expects to be shoved away, so readies herself for such, continuing:

"I think zee monsieur was just looking to me and did not mean to intrude... everything's fine, d'accord?"

Sylvaine chuckles mildly at the comments of Corrina, shaking her head just a bit. Putting on a more earnest, not as teasingly-joking tone, asking herself whether the girl would even note the difference, she says:

"I'd ave nothing against a little work-out vell après zhe brunch... as for somezhing to wear, mhm, mhm... I thought a nice white dress avec crossing panels of..."

She stops, turning to Hector.

"Comment? Costumes? You just trying to pull our legs, non?"

Sylvaine smiles amusedly, while registering the ease with which Corrina tosses down some... enhancements. Well, probably out of necessity? She then raises a finger towards her and grins:

"Young lady, I zhink you are in for a good spanking! No respect for the elderly..."

She relaxes comfortably into her chair, seemingly having forgotten about the couriers. Anyway they're probably just doing their job and she was way too curious again. Curious couriers, she thinks for a moment:

"Vell, lolly pop-e, I am sure I could elp you picking something appropriate for zhe occasion yet unappropriate for a jeune-fille." She winks.

Sylvaine gives a mockingly disgruntled expression:

"About zhe same age ma jeune-fille? I zhink I am at lest five years younger zhan zhe monsieur!"

She winks and gives a warm, cheery laugh, than measuring Corrina, Nick and Hector, saving to point out that she'd probably get a lot more attention wearing something... revealing.

"Bof, I think zhis is a good idea to add some... authencity? Authenticy? Authenticity? Monsieur Blackburn suggested as much, non?"

Turning to Corrina, she smiles and explains naturally and normally:

"Vell I am sure vee can find you something nice to wear, you ave very nice firm perky breasts..."

OOC: Aren't we supposed to do things in direct speech and directly if we want to do them? Just asking. I enjoy direct actions and speech more (since it's roleplaying), although indirect could save time.

Sylvaine gives a mild chuckle at Hector's assessment of the help Nick would need, but tries to ease it by giving Nick a disarming smile.

"Vell vell, I zhink monsieur Blackburn will zee to all zhat, non?"

She tilts her head a bit left and right pondering the dessert choice, regretting all the more to have had breakfast. Finally, with a resignative sigh she yields.

"Quel dommage! But I'll ave to skip zhe dessert."

She closes the menu, looks at it regretfully, biting her lower lip in an expression that's cute enough to fall in love with.

Sylvaine follows the gaze of Blackburn a moment, then switching over her courier boys, winking to one if he happens to look at her (always a good reaction if you are caught spying at someone, Sylvie, good girl). Then she turns back to him with a smile and says cheerily:

"Ah, un dessert, c'est a fantastic idea! Where is zhe maître?"

She gets herself a menu and delightfully browses over the dessert choices.