[Leo is not actually in the room when Glassgate happens.
He goes down as soon as the announcement occurs, despite the sinking feeling in his stomach when he wakes up to find Rayfa absent. It's disheartening to have his suspicions confirmed; he may not have known her very well, but that doesn't make it any less tragic.
Leo's no good at investigating, though, with as much investigating as they can even do this far from the body. And he certainly isn't going to be pointing any fingers today. So he backs off to give the competent adults (???) their space, calling out that he'll be in the kitchen if anyone needs him. He figures they probably won't.
...Of course, then there's a loud friggin' explosion of shattering glass, and he's hightailing it right back out, dropping the can of soup he'd been holding.
WELP... guess the destruction trend is ongoing.
He's not great at first aid, either (thanks, Victorian era), but he isn't totally incompetent. If they're low on first-aid supplies, he's got a nice long tailcoat with plenty of fabric to spare for bandages.
At the moment, though, he's got it wrapped around his hands, gingerly trying to kick and brush bits of glass into a pile. Life would be easier with a broom, but alas...]
Later
[Rather than investigating the body or volunteering ideas for makeshift ladders, Leo retreats again once he's done what he can for Glassgate And Its After-Effects. He can be found seated beside the fountain again with his legs crossed, studying the ankle monitor. What the hell are these things, anyway?]
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He goes down as soon as the announcement occurs, despite the sinking feeling in his stomach when he wakes up to find Rayfa absent. It's disheartening to have his suspicions confirmed; he may not have known her very well, but that doesn't make it any less tragic.
Leo's no good at investigating, though, with as much investigating as they can even do this far from the body. And he certainly isn't going to be pointing any fingers today. So he backs off to give the competent adults (???) their space, calling out that he'll be in the kitchen if anyone needs him. He figures they probably won't.
...Of course, then there's a loud friggin' explosion of shattering glass, and he's hightailing it right back out, dropping the can of soup he'd been holding.
WELP... guess the destruction trend is ongoing.
He's not great at first aid, either (thanks, Victorian era), but he isn't totally incompetent. If they're low on first-aid supplies, he's got a nice long tailcoat with plenty of fabric to spare for bandages.
At the moment, though, he's got it wrapped around his hands, gingerly trying to kick and brush bits of glass into a pile. Life would be easier with a broom, but alas...]
Later
[Rather than investigating the body or volunteering ideas for makeshift ladders, Leo retreats again once he's done what he can for Glassgate And Its After-Effects. He can be found seated beside the fountain again with his legs crossed, studying the ankle monitor. What the hell are these things, anyway?]