"I wish Lin was here. She'd probably take some inspiration from this. Or remember how her Skell flight module development went."
Remarkably calm, Elma pulled herself up to deliver another solid punch to the carpet -- the part she didn't have wrapped around her wrist and locked in a deathgrip. She couldn't get a lot of force into the blow with her legs dangling behind her, whipped about by the breeze as the carpet shot around the city at high speeds.
"I'm not certain my Mim can handle falling impacts as well as it used to," she commented out loud. "Got any ideas?" Whether you're trapped on the carpet that's kidnapped her or swept away on another one in close proximity, she wasn't feeling picky when it came to suggestions.
Spider-Mim, Spider-Mim
With one powerful jump, Elma bridged the gap between two massive spikes, catching onto the far one to pull herself up onto it. No sooner did she get her knees up, though, than the whole spike shifted just an inch with an ominous 'click'. A much smaller spike stabbed out, which she dodged by just a hair's breadth by flattening herself on her perch, arms and legs both squeezed tight to keep herself from slipping.
If things weren't bad enough for her, an onslaught of water balloons was plummeting right her way -- and she hadn't noticed them while dealing with the trap!
Let Down Your Hair
By the time the call floated up through the window, Elma had already wrapped the near end of the wig's hair around one of the bedposts, securing it as best she could. How anyone could climb actual hair of any length without inflicting agony on Rapunzel was beyond her, but she supposed realism wasn't doing her any favors here.
"Here you go," she said in a carrying voice, tossing the rest of the wig hair unceremoniously out the window so it could unravel its way down the side.
Elma | Xenoblade Chronicles X | Scheherazade
"I wish Lin was here. She'd probably take some inspiration from this. Or remember how her Skell flight module development went."
Remarkably calm, Elma pulled herself up to deliver another solid punch to the carpet -- the part she didn't have wrapped around her wrist and locked in a deathgrip. She couldn't get a lot of force into the blow with her legs dangling behind her, whipped about by the breeze as the carpet shot around the city at high speeds.
"I'm not certain my Mim can handle falling impacts as well as it used to," she commented out loud. "Got any ideas?" Whether you're trapped on the carpet that's kidnapped her or swept away on another one in close proximity, she wasn't feeling picky when it came to suggestions.
Spider-Mim, Spider-Mim
With one powerful jump, Elma bridged the gap between two massive spikes, catching onto the far one to pull herself up onto it. No sooner did she get her knees up, though, than the whole spike shifted just an inch with an ominous 'click'. A much smaller spike stabbed out, which she dodged by just a hair's breadth by flattening herself on her perch, arms and legs both squeezed tight to keep herself from slipping.
If things weren't bad enough for her, an onslaught of water balloons was plummeting right her way -- and she hadn't noticed them while dealing with the trap!
Let Down Your Hair
By the time the call floated up through the window, Elma had already wrapped the near end of the wig's hair around one of the bedposts, securing it as best she could. How anyone could climb actual hair of any length without inflicting agony on Rapunzel was beyond her, but she supposed realism wasn't doing her any favors here.
"Here you go," she said in a carrying voice, tossing the rest of the wig hair unceremoniously out the window so it could unravel its way down the side.