[ well. this doesn't seem all that unfamiliar, traversing caves and fighting weird creatures for exp. it's just that most of the things she's used to hitting with sticks are more dangerous than small rats and chickens. she honestly feels bad attacking them up until one of those hideous rats tries to bite her leg, then she is not in the least bit above whacking it with her overpowered rod/using overpowered magic on it/etc. gross!!!
as far as getting through the winding tunnels and onto wherever she's supposed to be going next, though, she's pretty lost—it's not long before she's wandered her way in a circle several times with a small army of small creatures following at her heels. she could just blow up the whole group of them, but that would be kind of mean. so she just... hustles her way along, trying not to pay attention to her vicious little pursuers. unfortunately that means she's not watching where she's going all that well, which both gets her more lost and also makes it more likely to run into another adventurer.
if she does bump into you, though, just take comfort in the fact that she doesn't fall down; she assumes whatever she bumps into as dangerous and takes a whack at it with her staff, instead. ]
—Oh!! Sorry! You're not a giant chicken at all.
(phase iii)
[ Aerith has never been fishing before. and you know what's fun about fishing, even to a first-timer who doesn't hesitate to try new things, given the chance? nothing. nothing is fun about it. it takes her half of forever to stop getting tangled up in the fishing line and then even longer to figure out how to cast the line without hooking the back of her dress instead, but then, finally, she gets that hook in the water.
without putting on any bait (she doesn't know you're supposed to), but it's in the water. it's a miracle. and an even bigger miracle is when something pretty hefty gives a tug on her line. or maybe more like a yank. it rips the fishing rod right out of her hands and she goes sprawling into the reeds to grab it before it gets dragged away, catching the tail end of it and rolling all over in the mud to try and yank it back, shrieking half with the effort and half with delight.
now this is fun. maybe fishing isn't so bad after all. ]
aerith gainsborough ( final fantasy vii )
[ well. this doesn't seem all that unfamiliar, traversing caves and fighting weird creatures for exp. it's just that most of the things she's used to hitting with sticks are more dangerous than small rats and chickens. she honestly feels bad attacking them up until one of those hideous rats tries to bite her leg, then she is not in the least bit above whacking it with her overpowered rod/using overpowered magic on it/etc. gross!!!
as far as getting through the winding tunnels and onto wherever she's supposed to be going next, though, she's pretty lost—it's not long before she's wandered her way in a circle several times with a small army of small creatures following at her heels. she could just blow up the whole group of them, but that would be kind of mean. so she just... hustles her way along, trying not to pay attention to her vicious little pursuers. unfortunately that means she's not watching where she's going all that well, which both gets her more lost and also makes it more likely to run into another adventurer.
if she does bump into you, though, just take comfort in the fact that she doesn't fall down; she assumes whatever she bumps into as dangerous and takes a whack at it with her staff, instead. ]
—Oh!! Sorry! You're not a giant chicken at all.
(phase iii)
[ Aerith has never been fishing before. and you know what's fun about fishing, even to a first-timer who doesn't hesitate to try new things, given the chance? nothing. nothing is fun about it. it takes her half of forever to stop getting tangled up in the fishing line and then even longer to figure out how to cast the line without hooking the back of her dress instead, but then, finally, she gets that hook in the water.
without putting on any bait (she doesn't know you're supposed to), but it's in the water. it's a miracle. and an even bigger miracle is when something pretty hefty gives a tug on her line. or maybe more like a yank. it rips the fishing rod right out of her hands and she goes sprawling into the reeds to grab it before it gets dragged away, catching the tail end of it and rolling all over in the mud to try and yank it back, shrieking half with the effort and half with delight.
now this is fun. maybe fishing isn't so bad after all. ]