When the going gets stuck.

[Wesker]

Cannes Beach, Planet New Paris, Ill-De-France
05/1/741 A.G.S, 19:27

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Music could be heard playing at standard volume near one of the folded umbrellas out on Cannes Beach in New Paris. The beach was peaceful, almost always calm; allowing for many wealthy residents to purchase estates closer to the shoreline. That's all there ever was lurking about actually - rich supporters of the Nobility or the nobility themselves. The only other wealthy people were corporate heads and respected Military veterans, though more of those were found in Orleanais.

With the war effort approaching what many began to believe was a climax, the Monarchy had begun brutally suppressing the war effort's opposition and movements to cease the war effort altogether. Maquis bombings on public transports both on-planet and in space grew dramatically, making their notions irrelevant as their terrorist-like nature left them with an even more hateful civilian populous. The Council however, was winning, the long speeches promoting freedom and equality among all without religious entitlement was sound to billions of residents within Gallia. Leaving fear and loss of wealth as the only de-motivating factor to speak out themselves.

Music - especially Libretonian Music - was no exception to something along the lines of "treasonous". People walking by hearing music reacted with a bit of shock, that was until one of them called the police. Next to the folded umbrella sitting in a swimsuit was a woman, bobbing her head to the tune of the music. She sat down with her palms pressing against the warm towel over the sand, with her legs together pointing forward. She wore her red hair back in fancy braid, had sunglasses over her eyes, and a water container next to her on the towel.

Turn off that merde, traitor! One of the locals spat at the woman, she ignored, until a group followed that individual towards her. They must've been rich spoiled Royalist supporters, likely living off the nobility.

Traitor? The woman sitting down replied, speaking with a soft tone as the song came to it's end. You really don't appreciate anything the community has given to you? Not while you're protesting in such a manner!Yea they were crazy supporters, to be fair they'd likely have dealt with actual protesters before. Some music would make you think that, hmm? She retained a confident tone, not a single word was the slightest pitch higher than another.

Before the local could speak up again, the police arrived on the scene. Identification maddd-? Mademoiselle. She reached over for a small wallet, in it had quite a bit of money and the woman's ID. She reached in, pulled it out with two fingers and waved her hand over in the direction of the officer - all while starring forward. Upon looking at the ID, his eyes widened and he quickly held out his hand to give back the woman her ID. Pardon, Mademoiselle. Everyone else - carry on, this woman is certainly no protester. The woman left her arm extended and plucked the ID from his hand with her two fingers, putting it back into her wallet before looking to adjust her music. This is obnoxious! Who the hell is this salpoe!

Madame, please move along, this woman has a considerable service record and is pardoned by Adalene de Linville of the Nobility. The local walked past the woman, keeping her eyes wired to her until seeing something quite distinct on her right shoulder.

It was a tattoo, a trident tattoo, along with a large scar being revealed from the change in lighting. The local starred for a second, than turned and continued - the woman took a sip from her water bottle and turned up her music a bit - making a slight smirk in light of the event.

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