[With a squeal, a rat is launched into the air. And in the next second a woman bursts out of a nearby trash pile. There's random bits of whatever in her long pigtails and the school uniform she wears appears to be smudged with dirt and probably various other fluids that are leaking from the trash itself.
It's a wonder the flames of her anger haven't scorched her surroundings. If only they were real instead of metaphorical. In it's place she heaves in a breath, then makes a gagging sound before she starts shaking off her hands in a futile attempt to shake off some of the filth.]
Why is everything here trash?! Ugh, when I get out of this I--
[Her sentence cuts off when her step forward leads to a squishing sound. And then her whole body just starts sinking right on down to the next layer of trash.]
No way!
[She claws at the ground once she's waist deep, struggling to pull herself from the mucky slop around her legs.]
PHASE II
WHY DON'T YOU THINGS UNDERSTAND?!
[First it's rats, now it's these robot things. Their numbers keep growing and her main tactic seems to be employing two white foxes to swirl groups of them into something like a twister, tossing them off into the trash heaps. Of course to those who can't see demons, it's more or less like the robots are just getting sucked up and blown off by themselves.
It doesn't really last long though. The sheer number overwhelm her after a bit and eventually one holds her over it's head almost triumphantly. She wiggles and squirms until--]
GARBAGE.
[... She looks down now, struggling momentarily ceased.]
... What did you just say?
GARBAGE!
[HnnnNNNNGH. Izumo starts beating the heel of her foot down furiously atop what she thinks must be the robot's head. At this point she doesn't care what it is, of course. As long as she's hitting some part of it.]
YOU LOUSY HUNK OF METAL. DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME GARBAGE!
BONUS
[The problem here isn't that there's another person in the bag with her. ... Well, it is the problem but the biggest problem is the person in the bag with her is just enough over Izumo's 5'4" frame to mean her head doesn't quite reach the neck hole when they both stand up.
Instead here she is, muffled down within the bag. And that muffled voice sounds annoyed.]
At least bend down and let me get my head through the hole too!
WILDCARD [If I missed an option you want to try, hit me up.]
Izumo Kamiki | Blue Exorcist
I SAID GET OFF OF ME.
[With a squeal, a rat is launched into the air. And in the next second a woman bursts out of a nearby trash pile. There's random bits of whatever in her long pigtails and the school uniform she wears appears to be smudged with dirt and probably various other fluids that are leaking from the trash itself.
It's a wonder the flames of her anger haven't scorched her surroundings. If only they were real instead of metaphorical. In it's place she heaves in a breath, then makes a gagging sound before she starts shaking off her hands in a futile attempt to shake off some of the filth.]
Why is everything here trash?! Ugh, when I get out of this I--
[Her sentence cuts off when her step forward leads to a squishing sound. And then her whole body just starts sinking right on down to the next layer of trash.]
No way!
[She claws at the ground once she's waist deep, struggling to pull herself from the mucky slop around her legs.]
PHASE II
WHY DON'T YOU THINGS UNDERSTAND?!
[First it's rats, now it's these robot things. Their numbers keep growing and her main tactic seems to be employing two white foxes to swirl groups of them into something like a twister, tossing them off into the trash heaps. Of course to those who can't see demons, it's more or less like the robots are just getting sucked up and blown off by themselves.
It doesn't really last long though. The sheer number overwhelm her after a bit and eventually one holds her over it's head almost triumphantly. She wiggles and squirms until--]
GARBAGE.
[... She looks down now, struggling momentarily ceased.]
... What did you just say?
GARBAGE!
[HnnnNNNNGH. Izumo starts beating the heel of her foot down furiously atop what she thinks must be the robot's head. At this point she doesn't care what it is, of course. As long as she's hitting some part of it.]
YOU LOUSY HUNK OF METAL. DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME GARBAGE!
BONUS
[The problem here isn't that there's another person in the bag with her. ... Well, it is the problem but the biggest problem is the person in the bag with her is just enough over Izumo's 5'4" frame to mean her head doesn't quite reach the neck hole when they both stand up.
Instead here she is, muffled down within the bag. And that muffled voice sounds annoyed.]
At least bend down and let me get my head through the hole too!
WILDCARD
[If I missed an option you want to try, hit me up.]