Preparation She dislikes the monster living in the dressing carriage too much to linger in there for long, which comes somewhat ahead of lingering bad memories, even. Luckily, she's only sleeping one carriage down from it, so getting geared up is more a case of rummaging through a closet until she has an armful of clothing that feels warm, and then dragging the whole bundle into 1-E like a predator bringing home a kill. And then shoving the whole load on in layers.
Great. Now all she needs... what was it..? Oh! She runs back into the dressing carriage, now in woolen leggings, several layers of dress and tunic, and a raggedy shawl. Looking like your average young witch's apprentice, except--
"Can someone get me a pointed hat?" She calls, hopefully, "Like wizards wear."
Last-Minute Cramming (closed to Tsubomi) She's dressed, she's prepared. She has her earbuds, her backpack, food... And then she looks down at her SCA, and checks the communication button, and realises she's made a mistake. She scrolls down the list of names, and... she knows... that one?
Oh, that's her name. And...
No, she recognises maybe seven names. How is she meant to be the communications specialist without knowing how to contact people? Haven't they been saying that names on the computers are different to given names?
So she goes on the hunt, and eventually manages to locate Tsubomi.
"A-Tsu," she whines, playing it up a bit. "Are you busy? I need your help."
Arrival (Blue/Red) The moment given before they all vanish is exactly enough time for A-Qing to realise she's not standing near anyone, too interested in Captain Sienna's description, and Captain Sienna. And in making sure she's Established Communications via her SCA, which has her wandering over to a corner to fiddle with the device a little-- Gate! She spins towards the nearest last known location of a trustworthy fighter--
And then she's assaulted by the smell of smoke and the bite of frost simultaneously, and her outraged gasp is drowned out only by the sounds of wolves and two teams bracing for battle. Her plan is the same, though. She ducks behind someone, not looking at who it is, red or blue.
A-Qing | OTA
She dislikes the monster living in the dressing carriage too much to linger in there for long, which comes somewhat ahead of lingering bad memories, even. Luckily, she's only sleeping one carriage down from it, so getting geared up is more a case of rummaging through a closet until she has an armful of clothing that feels warm, and then dragging the whole bundle into 1-E like a predator bringing home a kill. And then shoving the whole load on in layers.
Great. Now all she needs... what was it..? Oh! She runs back into the dressing carriage, now in woolen leggings, several layers of dress and tunic, and a raggedy shawl. Looking like your average young witch's apprentice, except--
"Can someone get me a pointed hat?" She calls, hopefully, "Like wizards wear."
Last-Minute Cramming (closed to Tsubomi)
She's dressed, she's prepared. She has her earbuds, her backpack, food... And then she looks down at her SCA, and checks the communication button, and realises she's made a mistake. She scrolls down the list of names, and... she knows... that one?
Oh, that's her name. And...
No, she recognises maybe seven names. How is she meant to be the communications specialist without knowing how to contact people? Haven't they been saying that names on the computers are different to given names?
So she goes on the hunt, and eventually manages to locate Tsubomi.
"A-Tsu," she whines, playing it up a bit. "Are you busy? I need your help."
Arrival (Blue/Red)
The moment given before they all vanish is exactly enough time for A-Qing to realise she's not standing near anyone, too interested in Captain Sienna's description, and Captain Sienna. And in making sure she's Established Communications via her SCA, which has her wandering over to a corner to fiddle with the device a little-- Gate! She spins towards the nearest last known location of a trustworthy fighter--
And then she's assaulted by the smell of smoke and the bite of frost simultaneously, and her outraged gasp is drowned out only by the sounds of wolves and two teams bracing for battle. Her plan is the same, though. She ducks behind someone, not looking at who it is, red or blue.
Wildcard!