Damsel in Distress? I think not.
Title: Damsel in Distress? I think not.
Characters: Squall "Gale" Leonhart
When: Soon after the Setting Change
Where: Somewhere in the Dungeon
Warnings: Violence, certainly. Anything else is up to you guys. :3
Summary: Just because she still couldn't find her real clothes and was in the same dress she was during the party, didn't mean she was a damsel in distress. No sir. Even without Revolver in her hand.
If she thought being in the party in a dress was embarrassing, this was utterly humiliating. It had been days since the party had ended and she still wasn't in her normal clothes. Hyne, she didn't have Revolver with her either. She was still stuck in the same dress she wore that night. If having to deal with that Male Ultimecia wasn't bad enough, not finding her clothes or her weapon was worse. Incredibly, worse.
Gale growled low, leaning against the wall, her heels held in one hand. Ever since the city changed into the cavern of a labyrinth, she had been walking barefoot.
She probably should have just swallowed her pride and went to the Bazaar to buy a change of clothes and shoes instead of hiding out in a hotel room but she didn't. At least she still had some items on her and her magic. Just in case some fiends (and come they would) decided to attack her. She wasn't completely useless, defenseless. She was just at a disadvantage. A rather huge one.
"No mercy. No mercy at all," she muttered under her breath, already imagining the different ways she could use when she found the person who stole her clothes and her weapon.
A huge roar behind her made her stiffen. Turning around, she stared directly into the eye of a Behemoth.
[ prose or action, i don't care. :3 ]
Characters: Squall "Gale" Leonhart
When: Soon after the Setting Change
Where: Somewhere in the Dungeon
Warnings: Violence, certainly. Anything else is up to you guys. :3
Summary: Just because she still couldn't find her real clothes and was in the same dress she was during the party, didn't mean she was a damsel in distress. No sir. Even without Revolver in her hand.
If she thought being in the party in a dress was embarrassing, this was utterly humiliating. It had been days since the party had ended and she still wasn't in her normal clothes. Hyne, she didn't have Revolver with her either. She was still stuck in the same dress she wore that night. If having to deal with that Male Ultimecia wasn't bad enough, not finding her clothes or her weapon was worse. Incredibly, worse.
Gale growled low, leaning against the wall, her heels held in one hand. Ever since the city changed into the cavern of a labyrinth, she had been walking barefoot.
She probably should have just swallowed her pride and went to the Bazaar to buy a change of clothes and shoes instead of hiding out in a hotel room but she didn't. At least she still had some items on her and her magic. Just in case some fiends (and come they would) decided to attack her. She wasn't completely useless, defenseless. She was just at a disadvantage. A rather huge one.
"No mercy. No mercy at all," she muttered under her breath, already imagining the different ways she could use when she found the person who stole her clothes and her weapon.
A huge roar behind her made her stiffen. Turning around, she stared directly into the eye of a Behemoth.
[ prose or action, i don't care. :3 ]