That book hadn't been the one she normally read to Alyssa, but upon opening it - seeing the words scrawled inside - she supposed it had been her curiosity. Things had quieted after the outbreak, leaving her with not much else to do save for the few crimes the FBI needed her for. Even then, she only found herself often in her off before performing another autopsy.
So, here in the Index she was, a day later after her arrival, ironically dressed in a mermaid gown, and trying to understand what she was bearing witness to.
It's... food.
Overflowing tables, spilling onto the ground, and more constantly appearing. Some of it appeared sentient, others appeared unappetizing, but all of it was becoming a potential health risk. What a hell of a welcome...
Well, she might as well stand aside and see how it was being handled first. She wondered if it could be so simple, but she would see what others would do.
[Option B. Essence Practice]
She hadn't read the story in ages, but it was a refresher on how much of a non-player her Aspect was. Well, not so much non since it was the magic she wove that resulted in the ending. If the Mermaid hadn't tried to change their destiny so drastically, what would the ending be?
No more thinking about that. She stood observing the waves lapping at the shore from the sea, pulling back out and repeating. A lulling pattern that she started to walk into. Nothing had been working on land so she might as well take it out there...
[III: Option A-1. Little Red and the Wolf]
"... Is trading at all possible?"
Look, they could work on getting through the forest maze after she wasn't Little Red. Why in the Realm was she Little Red for this? Blue eyes narrowing, she couldn't stop being Red, could she?
She turned her eyes on the present 'Big Bad Wolf', leering them down.
"Whatever. You, we're going into the woods now. Behave yourself and maybe you'll get fed something. No guarantees that it's Grandmother though."
Naomi Kimishima | Trauma Team | Sea Witch
That book hadn't been the one she normally read to Alyssa, but upon opening it - seeing the words scrawled inside - she supposed it had been her curiosity. Things had quieted after the outbreak, leaving her with not much else to do save for the few crimes the FBI needed her for. Even then, she only found herself often in her off before performing another autopsy.
So, here in the Index she was, a day later after her arrival, ironically dressed in a mermaid gown, and trying to understand what she was bearing witness to.
It's... food.
Overflowing tables, spilling onto the ground, and more constantly appearing. Some of it appeared sentient, others appeared unappetizing, but all of it was becoming a potential health risk. What a hell of a welcome...
Well, she might as well stand aside and see how it was being handled first. She wondered if it could be so simple, but she would see what others would do.
[Option B. Essence Practice]
She hadn't read the story in ages, but it was a refresher on how much of a non-player her Aspect was. Well, not so much non since it was the magic she wove that resulted in the ending. If the Mermaid hadn't tried to change their destiny so drastically, what would the ending be?
No more thinking about that. She stood observing the waves lapping at the shore from the sea, pulling back out and repeating. A lulling pattern that she started to walk into. Nothing had been working on land so she might as well take it out there...
[III: Option A-1. Little Red and the Wolf]
"... Is trading at all possible?"
Look, they could work on getting through the forest maze after she wasn't Little Red. Why in the Realm was she Little Red for this? Blue eyes narrowing, she couldn't stop being Red, could she?
She turned her eyes on the present 'Big Bad Wolf', leering them down.
"Whatever. You, we're going into the woods now. Behave yourself and maybe you'll get fed something. No guarantees that it's Grandmother though."