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[Waking up in Ruby City is always one of two things; Miraculous(for the sake of actually surviving the night), or terrifying(because things have changed, yet again.). Today, apparently, it is a case of the latter.
Sitting up from a bed of leaves upon which she most certainly does not remember lying down when she went to sleep, 202 glances around herself with the air of somebody who's played this game--or one much like it--before. This is definitely not the forest of the city, not judging by the flora and by the sounds and smells that she can detect even without getting up... There are things moving out there. Big things. Reaching automatically for her communicator, she fusses with it for a few moments before the static and silence it responds with inform her that it's not going to work here.
Of course.
With a sigh, she tucks it into the thigh pocket of her fatigues...And proceeds to begin stripping out of them, folding them neatly as she goes.
Anybody who catches her up to this point will have the usual tiny blonde girl to deal with. Once she's finished sorting out her clothes, however, she'll shift-- And instead of that petite, freckled little thing they'll find 8 feet of shaggy-coated werewolf, the kind of monster that might seem much more at home in this sort of unpredictable setting. Without knowing what she's up against out here, after all, it's better to be safe than sorry...]
Sitting up from a bed of leaves upon which she most certainly does not remember lying down when she went to sleep, 202 glances around herself with the air of somebody who's played this game--or one much like it--before. This is definitely not the forest of the city, not judging by the flora and by the sounds and smells that she can detect even without getting up... There are things moving out there. Big things. Reaching automatically for her communicator, she fusses with it for a few moments before the static and silence it responds with inform her that it's not going to work here.
Of course.
With a sigh, she tucks it into the thigh pocket of her fatigues...And proceeds to begin stripping out of them, folding them neatly as she goes.
Anybody who catches her up to this point will have the usual tiny blonde girl to deal with. Once she's finished sorting out her clothes, however, she'll shift-- And instead of that petite, freckled little thing they'll find 8 feet of shaggy-coated werewolf, the kind of monster that might seem much more at home in this sort of unpredictable setting. Without knowing what she's up against out here, after all, it's better to be safe than sorry...]