It's a city. A broken-down, crappy-looking city. Nothing out of the ordinary, really; just like the old Grimm-infested ruins back home.
So why does this one smell so bad?!
It's almost like getting punched in the face. In fact, getting punched in the face might be preferable to whatever is trying to force it's way up Weiss' nose. Maybe then her nose would swell up and she wouldn't have to deal with this anymore. But that would mess up her face, and she wouldn't exactly be a fan of that either. Hm, there's never a perfect solution, is there?
The heiress wanders in whatever direction she happened to have been facing, keeping her head on a swivel in hopes of avoiding the random drips and drops of the gigantic trash piles-- an attempt to keep her pure-white clothing clean. She knows deep down that it'll all be in vain, but that doesn't keep her from trying anyway.
Scanning the horizon, she continues to wander, hoping to find some sign of civilization.]
PHASE III
[She found civilization and it sucks!! What kind of stupid robot thought she was trash?! Sure she's a little bit... grimy at the moment, but it's not like that's her fault, right?
It had to have been malfunctioning. All these days of sorting trash finally fried the old circuits, and it just went crazy, right? I mean, these robots can't even maintain their incinerators. She should probably be terrified of the giant pillar of fire she was meant to be pulled towards, but the dumb conveyor belt is moving so slowly that she's not even in danger.
Still, all the smoke and debris isn't leaving her with great line-of-sight. She can't even see an exit. Tired of walking and all-around bored of her predicament, Weiss summons a glyph under her feet. The energy construct gives her the perfect floating platform to sit down on and wait for an opportunity to present itself.]
Anybody... out there? Hello?
BONUS ROUND
[If someone associates herself with garbage again, she is going to go berserk. A trash bag. A trash bag. Who even knows what's been in this disgusting thing? Whatever it was, it's strong enough that she can't pierce or stretch the bag. Worse, her left arm is pinned against something, so she can't even reach her rapier to try and cut herself free.
What is that anyway? It's warm, and smooth, and...
OTA!
[Okay, so.
It's a city. A broken-down, crappy-looking city. Nothing out of the ordinary, really; just like the old Grimm-infested ruins back home.
So why does this one smell so bad?!
It's almost like getting punched in the face. In fact, getting punched in the face might be preferable to whatever is trying to force it's way up Weiss' nose. Maybe then her nose would swell up and she wouldn't have to deal with this anymore. But that would mess up her face, and she wouldn't exactly be a fan of that either. Hm, there's never a perfect solution, is there?
The heiress wanders in whatever direction she happened to have been facing, keeping her head on a swivel in hopes of avoiding the random drips and drops of the gigantic trash piles-- an attempt to keep her pure-white clothing clean. She knows deep down that it'll all be in vain, but that doesn't keep her from trying anyway.
Scanning the horizon, she continues to wander, hoping to find some sign of civilization.]
PHASE III
[She found civilization and it sucks!! What kind of stupid robot thought she was trash?! Sure she's a little bit... grimy at the moment, but it's not like that's her fault, right?
It had to have been malfunctioning. All these days of sorting trash finally fried the old circuits, and it just went crazy, right? I mean, these robots can't even maintain their incinerators. She should probably be terrified of the giant pillar of fire she was meant to be pulled towards, but the dumb conveyor belt is moving so slowly that she's not even in danger.
Still, all the smoke and debris isn't leaving her with great line-of-sight. She can't even see an exit. Tired of walking and all-around bored of her predicament, Weiss summons a glyph under her feet. The energy construct gives her the perfect floating platform to sit down on and wait for an opportunity to present itself.]
Anybody... out there? Hello?
BONUS ROUND
[If someone associates herself with garbage again, she is going to go berserk. A trash bag. A trash bag. Who even knows what's been in this disgusting thing? Whatever it was, it's strong enough that she can't pierce or stretch the bag. Worse, her left arm is pinned against something, so she can't even reach her rapier to try and cut herself free.
What is that anyway? It's warm, and smooth, and...
Oh. It's a body.
Screaming now.]