Chapter I ⚔ Awakening
[Her eyes snap open when the first ray of sunlight hits her through the window panels.
She's been sleeping on her right arm, with her dominant left arm up as per usual. The stillness of the air tells her that there's no immediate threat, but since when has camp this... soft? ...Ugh, that's what honestly unsettled her the most about this situation. Not taking another second to dwell on this, she snaps open her eyes, and sits up straight while seizing up quickly her environment.
A closed room in a style that's completely alien to her. It occurs to her that there might be powerful magic at work here, but the severity of the change in the setting was disorienting enough for her to decide to sacrifice some of her guard in order to risk exploring and try to understand her situation better. Getting off the bed, she leans against the wall to at least minimize her blind spots, before edging over to the window and take a peek out.
The streets below only added to her confusion, but even with all that, one thing is clear. She clenches her fist and flexes both her arms.
She's alive, and her body functions are intact.
Even if she's been separated from the rest of the army, these crucial facts remain truths that she's certain of. If this was the trick of an enemy, then she should either be dead or chained. The fact that neither is the case does assure her that the situation isn't as grave as it could be, but thrown in a completely different environment, caution is certainly to be employed - that shouldn't even need considering.
Once sure of these facts, she pulls the curtains close, and begins to do a quick search of her room. She only found a pair of scissors; useless to a sword wielder, but after also finding a pale pink blouse in her closet, she did use those to cut off the sleeves with it before changing into it. There was a hairband by the nightstand - not hers, but it'll be as good as any, and after putting on a knee-length white dress, she steps out of her room. She would have preferred darker colors, but judging by what a few people she saw passing under the windows were wearing, light colors may allow her to blend in better. So silently and stealthily, she then proceeds to make her way to the kitchen.]
[Action ; 338 Brady Lane - for household]
[There's a new girl around, household, except coming from medieval fantasy world, she has absolutely no idea what any of these technological stuff are. Only one thing is crystal clear to Marisa, however: she's not armed, and that must be rectified.
That's why you may be coming down for breakfast when you notice the flash of pink from the kitchen - it's a new girl, and she's inspecting a kitchen knife in her hands. It's no sword and very shoddy for a dagger, but if she can't find anything else, it'll have to do.
...Except that as far as she's aware, this can still be enemy territory, so while you'll find her standing by the counter not looking too worried, she's also fully poised to roll out of the way and move quickly, if necessary. Well, it's more like she already understood that the threat level can't be lethal, and if the housemate walking on her looks obviously like a civilian, then maybe they can talk something out.
...Maybe.]
[Action ; Around town]
[She's just walking, taking in the uniformity of every house building. The drones may be giving her weird looks, given that she did shoddily cut off the sleeves to her own blouse and wore a scandalously short white skirt.
...That, and there's two kitchen knives strapped at her sides, and she's going on her way as if it was perfectly normal for them to be there. Honestly, she didn't like how open the streets were, but given the repetitive formation of the houses and placement of trees and such, ducking for a quick cover in case of ranged assault should be easy. So with backup plans already in mind, she had less to be concerned of with the situation at hand.
She will be staring intently at anyone she passes, though. Being observant was a crucial skill to survive as a mercenary - distinguishing the enemy's attack patterns make it that much easier to dodge and counter. The same applies here: it wasn't long before she picked up a pattern. The drones tend to not react to her stares at all, and if they're in a group, whisper to each other and sneak a few furtive glances her way before moving on. As for the actual people in town, however? Normally, when someone is stared, they stare back. She didn't even need to be approached; the moment that someone slows down and looks back at her, let it be with weirdness or curiosity, she'll walk up to them. Hesitation is a form of recognition and acknowledgment. She's armed right now, so if they try anything funny, she can fight. It won't come down to that, hopefully; she's visited villages before, and this seems to be indeed a town of some sort. In that case, maybe she'll be able to get some information...
So if you're someone who paused to return her flat stare, whether you're curious or creeped out? You'll be approached with a confident and lithe stride, before she speaks up in a cool and controlled voice.]
Excuse me. Can we talk?
She's been sleeping on her right arm, with her dominant left arm up as per usual. The stillness of the air tells her that there's no immediate threat, but since when has camp this... soft? ...Ugh, that's what honestly unsettled her the most about this situation. Not taking another second to dwell on this, she snaps open her eyes, and sits up straight while seizing up quickly her environment.
A closed room in a style that's completely alien to her. It occurs to her that there might be powerful magic at work here, but the severity of the change in the setting was disorienting enough for her to decide to sacrifice some of her guard in order to risk exploring and try to understand her situation better. Getting off the bed, she leans against the wall to at least minimize her blind spots, before edging over to the window and take a peek out.
The streets below only added to her confusion, but even with all that, one thing is clear. She clenches her fist and flexes both her arms.
She's alive, and her body functions are intact.
Even if she's been separated from the rest of the army, these crucial facts remain truths that she's certain of. If this was the trick of an enemy, then she should either be dead or chained. The fact that neither is the case does assure her that the situation isn't as grave as it could be, but thrown in a completely different environment, caution is certainly to be employed - that shouldn't even need considering.
Once sure of these facts, she pulls the curtains close, and begins to do a quick search of her room. She only found a pair of scissors; useless to a sword wielder, but after also finding a pale pink blouse in her closet, she did use those to cut off the sleeves with it before changing into it. There was a hairband by the nightstand - not hers, but it'll be as good as any, and after putting on a knee-length white dress, she steps out of her room. She would have preferred darker colors, but judging by what a few people she saw passing under the windows were wearing, light colors may allow her to blend in better. So silently and stealthily, she then proceeds to make her way to the kitchen.]
[Action ; 338 Brady Lane - for household]
[There's a new girl around, household, except coming from medieval fantasy world, she has absolutely no idea what any of these technological stuff are. Only one thing is crystal clear to Marisa, however: she's not armed, and that must be rectified.
That's why you may be coming down for breakfast when you notice the flash of pink from the kitchen - it's a new girl, and she's inspecting a kitchen knife in her hands. It's no sword and very shoddy for a dagger, but if she can't find anything else, it'll have to do.
...Except that as far as she's aware, this can still be enemy territory, so while you'll find her standing by the counter not looking too worried, she's also fully poised to roll out of the way and move quickly, if necessary. Well, it's more like she already understood that the threat level can't be lethal, and if the housemate walking on her looks obviously like a civilian, then maybe they can talk something out.
...Maybe.]
[Action ; Around town]
[She's just walking, taking in the uniformity of every house building. The drones may be giving her weird looks, given that she did shoddily cut off the sleeves to her own blouse and wore a scandalously short white skirt.
...That, and there's two kitchen knives strapped at her sides, and she's going on her way as if it was perfectly normal for them to be there. Honestly, she didn't like how open the streets were, but given the repetitive formation of the houses and placement of trees and such, ducking for a quick cover in case of ranged assault should be easy. So with backup plans already in mind, she had less to be concerned of with the situation at hand.
She will be staring intently at anyone she passes, though. Being observant was a crucial skill to survive as a mercenary - distinguishing the enemy's attack patterns make it that much easier to dodge and counter. The same applies here: it wasn't long before she picked up a pattern. The drones tend to not react to her stares at all, and if they're in a group, whisper to each other and sneak a few furtive glances her way before moving on. As for the actual people in town, however? Normally, when someone is stared, they stare back. She didn't even need to be approached; the moment that someone slows down and looks back at her, let it be with weirdness or curiosity, she'll walk up to them. Hesitation is a form of recognition and acknowledgment. She's armed right now, so if they try anything funny, she can fight. It won't come down to that, hopefully; she's visited villages before, and this seems to be indeed a town of some sort. In that case, maybe she'll be able to get some information...
So if you're someone who paused to return her flat stare, whether you're curious or creeped out? You'll be approached with a confident and lithe stride, before she speaks up in a cool and controlled voice.]
Excuse me. Can we talk?