The storm raged on in Mistral, lightning and thunder crashing and burning through the sky, almost matching the sounds of bombs dropping on a battlefield. One last triumphant crack of thunder shakes the Inn, a bright flash of lightning, and the lights go out, the two panicking and quickly lighting candles, "What in the name of Oum was that?" The heiress asked, trying to calm herself, the Red Reaper looked around, trying to find her scroll, "I thing a bolt of lighting hit a transformer... I guess we'll just have to wait until the power company fixes it..." She said softly, sitting on the couch, as they attempt to settle in, a yell of agony and suffering sounds from outside,Ruby being the first to jump to action, grabbing Crescent Rose and heading outside, Weiss soon following with Myrtenaster.
As they near the source, a young man in rather odd looking clothing steps out from the alley, his clothing torn to pieces, rather old weapons slung on his shoulder and in his hands, ones not seen for almost centuries. "What in remnant..?" Weiss said softly as she watched. The young man, Albeit around Weiss's age, was covered in blood, from numerous cuts and lacerations on his body, he looked... Confused... Scared... The two quickly ran over, putting their weapons away, the young man stumbled, Weiss catching himand laying him on the ground.
He spoke with a soft, Pained voice, "Where am I...? What is this place..." He said, Weiss looked at him confused, gently pushing him back down as he tried to sit up, "You're in mistral..." She said, the man looked even moreso confused, "Mistral...? No.. Im supposed to be in Normandy... Fighting... Where's Lawrence...?" He asked, sitting up, calling for the one called Lawrence. Weiss pushed him back down, "You need to rest sir, you're extremely injured.." She said, the man fell back, fading back into unconciousness, the two dragged the youn man inside and up to their inn room, the power flickering back to life, they laid him on a couch, the pair tending to his wounds, Weiss giving the gentlest care she could, gently reading his ID tags, "Donald Mycroft... That must be his name..." She looked at him, then back to the tags, "Nancy Mycroft..?" she said quietly and curiosly, ruby piped up, "Maybe thats his Mom," She said, finishing up with her part, she washed her hands, Weiss finished up soon after, doing the same, but she stayed with the young man, she was curious, wondering who he was, what he was like, and why he seemed so confused when they found him.
Her eyes drifted to his weapons, crafted of metal and wood, looked rather... Old... She picked up the handgun, a Colt M1911A1, the handgun felt heavy in her hand, cumbersome, she was used to the slim, light, contoured grip of her rapier, but the young man held it like it was an extension of himself, she gently set it back down, picking up the other, a Thompson M1A1, and odd looking gun, still cumbersome and heavy for the Heiress, but it was well crafted, she set it back down and knelt next to the young man, her head on her arms on the couch next to him, the storm subsiding to a downpour, the sound of the rain on the roof soothed the young Heiress to sleep.