Ple Two has no idea how to dress herself. Not that she can't put clothing onto her body, and then remove it, and put other clothing on - but everything she's ever worn has just been chosen for her, with no input of her own, including the 'uniform' here.
"...what should I... even wear?" she mutters under her breath, looking over options that are greater than one with a frown.
Drop and Weapons
So they're jumping out - makes sense that the train wouldn't want to stick around - but falling into water is just a little obnoxious. Even a couple inches is obnoxious to a girl used to space combat in an enclosed machine. "Solid ground again... sort of."
Her boots squeak a little as she makes her way up the tower, eyes out for the armory.
Lucky for her, a short sword fits her just well enough, and she suits up with that and a buckler; she's small, but slightly on the tall side for her age, so it's proportional, at least.
Then she grabs a crossbow and starts gathering up as many bolts as humanly possible. Hopefully the draw weight wasn't a problem... and then she spots someone else passing by. "If you have free hands help carry some of these." If there are goblins on flying goddamn wolves she needs ammo.
FIGHT
In Neo-Zeon, Glemy would easily excuse her for shooting down allies. Later on in the conflict, when she was piloting the Queen Mansa, she was a priority beyond all others as long as she could destroy every enemy in her path.
Here she actually has to watch her line of fire, so it's a good thing she's not spewing mega particle weapons every which way. "Just give me open shots!"
And she'll take them. Finally, an actual use for her abilities - it takes a few wasted bolts for her to figure out the arc, but every shot becomes more and more incredibly accurate, and she starts to smirk after felling goblins, airborne or otherwise. "Easy. Easy..."
And watch her back for her too. She might be getting caught up in it.
Blue
Ple Two has no idea how to dress herself. Not that she can't put clothing onto her body, and then remove it, and put other clothing on - but everything she's ever worn has just been chosen for her, with no input of her own, including the 'uniform' here.
"...what should I... even wear?" she mutters under her breath, looking over options that are greater than one with a frown.
Drop and Weapons
So they're jumping out - makes sense that the train wouldn't want to stick around - but falling into water is just a little obnoxious. Even a couple inches is obnoxious to a girl used to space combat in an enclosed machine. "Solid ground again... sort of."
Her boots squeak a little as she makes her way up the tower, eyes out for the armory.
Lucky for her, a short sword fits her just well enough, and she suits up with that and a buckler; she's small, but slightly on the tall side for her age, so it's proportional, at least.
Then she grabs a crossbow and starts gathering up as many bolts as humanly possible. Hopefully the draw weight wasn't a problem... and then she spots someone else passing by. "If you have free hands help carry some of these." If there are goblins on flying goddamn wolves she needs ammo.
FIGHT
In Neo-Zeon, Glemy would easily excuse her for shooting down allies. Later on in the conflict, when she was piloting the Queen Mansa, she was a priority beyond all others as long as she could destroy every enemy in her path.
Here she actually has to watch her line of fire, so it's a good thing she's not spewing mega particle weapons every which way. "Just give me open shots!"
And she'll take them. Finally, an actual use for her abilities - it takes a few wasted bolts for her to figure out the arc, but every shot becomes more and more incredibly accurate, and she starts to smirk after felling goblins, airborne or otherwise. "Easy. Easy..."
And watch her back for her too. She might be getting caught up in it.
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