❀✾❃ 1st Bloom ❃✾❀ [Video | Action]
[You might happen to catch a ruffling sound accompanied with harsh and heavy footsteps over the audio. You also might hear the voice of a very angry sounding person on the other end, mostly muttering to herself, but you might catch some of the things shes saying here and there. Any visuals you may see will probably make you feel dizzy as the lens of the camera veers back and forth quickly, catching glimpses of trees and later a building or two.]
...Where the heck is it?! You don't just take my parasol and get away with it. Oh, someone is going to pay. I'll turn them into fertilizer when I get my hands on them.
[Additionally, you might also get some proper real life visuals to go with this video display as a figure emerges from the trees and starts heading towards the fountain. A woman with green hair is walking briskly with a maddening smile plastered over her face. Her new found wings are shoved roughly through the holes in her clothing which she put on hastily upon waking up in this new world, so rough in fact that it must be painful, one wing is barely through one of the holes after all. And it is painful, very painful, but intense rage always seems to have that wonderful pain numbing effect to it.
...She also seems to be swinging the journal around in her hand as she walks, most likely just bringing it with her because it was there when she woke up. Heck if she knows carrying her journal about like that will give anyone watching it the experience of being on a roller-coaster.
Someone might want to stop her mad waltz over to the fountain before she knocks down a building, or at least try calming her down? Just an idea.]
...Where the heck is it?! You don't just take my parasol and get away with it. Oh, someone is going to pay. I'll turn them into fertilizer when I get my hands on them.
[Additionally, you might also get some proper real life visuals to go with this video display as a figure emerges from the trees and starts heading towards the fountain. A woman with green hair is walking briskly with a maddening smile plastered over her face. Her new found wings are shoved roughly through the holes in her clothing which she put on hastily upon waking up in this new world, so rough in fact that it must be painful, one wing is barely through one of the holes after all. And it is painful, very painful, but intense rage always seems to have that wonderful pain numbing effect to it.
...She also seems to be swinging the journal around in her hand as she walks, most likely just bringing it with her because it was there when she woke up. Heck if she knows carrying her journal about like that will give anyone watching it the experience of being on a roller-coaster.
Someone might want to stop her mad waltz over to the fountain before she knocks down a building, or at least try calming her down? Just an idea.]