[Well. This isn't how she expected her day to go. A girl dressed... somewhat warmly, i guess, is wandering the path. She's also calling out loudly as she walks.]
Sparrow! Bluebird! Lark! Wren! Hell, I'd take Swan at this point, just someone answer?! Whose game even is this?! I'm pretty sure "freezing to death for no reason" isn't a game, if any Echoes are listening!
[She doesn't seem to be calming down any time soon, so maybe someone should say something.]
Locked In
[Once she's in, at least, she's got everything surprisingly under control. Her cape is hanging up over the fire, and she's got a pot of... something? Going on it. Where did she even get a pot? Either way, it smells good.
She doesn't seem to be too worried about anyone else joining her, either.]
Hurry up and close the door before we both freeze already.
What Snowman?
[Nightingale takes one look at the snowmen, sighs, and pulls a black, jagged staff, from thin air. Like the Armiger, but without any of those telltale sparkles. Instead, it's just... there.
Also there? Sudden GIANT PILLARS OF FIRE. Consuming the snowmen and just... annihilating them instantly. But oddly, nothing else seems to be disturbed. In fact, even the snow around the fire doesn't melt. It's like the heat didn't even exist for anything but the snowman who just got annihilated. Because, technically, that's the case.
She doesn't seem to think anything is weird about this, at all?]
Bonus non-canon round
[Once the fissure has... somewhat resolved, Nightingale's tagged along back to the station, because it's not like she has any other ideas.
Except then she sees the murder counter. And just, stares a moment. And starts laughing.]
Yeah, that's believable. Reality-eroding fissures, dead people coming here, another interdimensional shithole, but no one gets killed here, really! Gods.
Aiya "Gray Nightingale" | OC | Kyriakos CRAU
[Well. This isn't how she expected her day to go. A girl dressed... somewhat warmly, i guess, is wandering the path. She's also calling out loudly as she walks.]
Sparrow! Bluebird! Lark! Wren! Hell, I'd take Swan at this point, just someone answer?! Whose game even is this?! I'm pretty sure "freezing to death for no reason" isn't a game, if any Echoes are listening!
[She doesn't seem to be calming down any time soon, so maybe someone should say something.]
Locked In
[Once she's in, at least, she's got everything surprisingly under control. Her cape is hanging up over the fire, and she's got a pot of... something? Going on it. Where did she even get a pot? Either way, it smells good.
She doesn't seem to be too worried about anyone else joining her, either.]
Hurry up and close the door before we both freeze already.
What Snowman?
[Nightingale takes one look at the snowmen, sighs, and pulls a black, jagged staff, from thin air. Like the Armiger, but without any of those telltale sparkles. Instead, it's just... there.
Also there? Sudden GIANT PILLARS OF FIRE. Consuming the snowmen and just... annihilating them instantly. But oddly, nothing else seems to be disturbed. In fact, even the snow around the fire doesn't melt. It's like the heat didn't even exist for anything but the snowman who just got annihilated. Because, technically, that's the case.
She doesn't seem to think anything is weird about this, at all?]
Bonus non-canon round
[Once the fissure has... somewhat resolved, Nightingale's tagged along back to the station, because it's not like she has any other ideas.
Except then she sees the murder counter. And just, stares a moment. And starts laughing.]
Yeah, that's believable. Reality-eroding fissures, dead people coming here, another interdimensional shithole, but no one gets killed here, really! Gods.