1 - Day - Do you want to save your soul, take back all the things that you know? [The woman - no. The tall young lady with the sharp features and the scar on her cheek and nose brushes a stray strand of hair back from her face, then shrugs into her bomber jacket. It's on top of a curious outfit - a wetsuit, white on black, made sexless with strategic application of biker's plastic armor sewn into the fabric where it can do the most good.
Oh, and there are brass oak leaves on her collar. Modern types would recognize that as a USMC Major. Yet she can't be more than college age. Curious.
Her first reaction to the unfamiliar skyline - and the moving pallets is to put two fingers to an invisible radio and speaking to the other end:]
Baker, this is Major Lin. Tell me this is a Dive.
...Baker? Nothing?
Shit.
[Nothing for it then but to scowl and explore - and hope the warehouse of moving pallets she's mentally mapping doesn't shift too aggressively on her. She's on the watch for strangers, or dangers, or both in one convenient package.]
2 - Dusk - Will someone come save us from this storyline of mass destruction? [If you're caught slack-jawed and staring at the rising wall of flames, you're liable to get clotheslined by five feet, ten inches, and 165 pounds of muscular teenage girl dragging your ass to shelter.]
Into the subways, doubletime! Look alive or be dead, that fire's not stopping for anyone!
[She means well, honest.]
3 - Night - Waiting, we're waiting, for a superhero intervention [Major Lin isn't waiting for the dogs to find her; she's looking for group if she hasn't found one, and is taking point, with a heavy pistol - a Glock 17, for those in the know - held at her hip, pointing at nothing that couldn't use a hole in it, and a flashlight clipped to her shoulder.
She gestures the people behind her - all clear. She moves up after the others have.]
No more dogs yet, but we're nowhere near in the clear. Think we can find a good place for a campfire down here?
[This role seems to come naturally to her, even if she doesn't look particularly happy about it. Do the others fall in line?]
Anna Lin | Bliss Stage | NGL She's Mostly Headcanon
[The woman - no. The tall young lady with the sharp features and the scar on her cheek and nose brushes a stray strand of hair back from her face, then shrugs into her bomber jacket. It's on top of a curious outfit - a wetsuit, white on black, made sexless with strategic application of biker's plastic armor sewn into the fabric where it can do the most good.
Oh, and there are brass oak leaves on her collar. Modern types would recognize that as a USMC Major. Yet she can't be more than college age. Curious.
Her first reaction to the unfamiliar skyline - and the moving pallets is to put two fingers to an invisible radio and speaking to the other end:]
Baker, this is Major Lin. Tell me this is a Dive.
...Baker? Nothing?
Shit.
[Nothing for it then but to scowl and explore - and hope the warehouse of moving pallets she's mentally mapping doesn't shift too aggressively on her. She's on the watch for strangers, or dangers, or both in one convenient package.]
2 - Dusk - Will someone come save us from this storyline of mass destruction?
[If you're caught slack-jawed and staring at the rising wall of flames, you're liable to get clotheslined by five feet, ten inches, and 165 pounds of muscular teenage girl dragging your ass to shelter.]
Into the subways, doubletime! Look alive or be dead, that fire's not stopping for anyone!
[She means well, honest.]
3 - Night - Waiting, we're waiting, for a superhero intervention
[Major Lin isn't waiting for the dogs to find her; she's looking for group if she hasn't found one, and is taking point, with a heavy pistol - a Glock 17, for those in the know - held at her hip, pointing at nothing that couldn't use a hole in it, and a flashlight clipped to her shoulder.
She gestures the people behind her - all clear. She moves up after the others have.]
No more dogs yet, but we're nowhere near in the clear. Think we can find a good place for a campfire down here?
[This role seems to come naturally to her, even if she doesn't look particularly happy about it.
Do the others fall in line?]