001 ↬ First Extermination [Video]
[Good afternoon, residents of Thor. Are you awake yet? Gotten along the day without many problems? Bright and sunshine-y? Good, because you're getting a shot of boobs right about now.
Well, more like cleavage in an open part of a shirt- but hey, who's complaining when there's free views, right?
The Guide turns away and finally zooms out, revealing this girl staring right back into it. She looks normal- well, if you're used to punkish outfits, two-colored hairstyles, and green cat eyes. Oh, and yeah, there is a massive 7' scythe from Hell attached by a strap across her back. She definitely is not someone you want to mess with.
And what's the look on her face right now? Annoyed. Not at the lines, not at this Guide, but at a certain companion who just won't shut the hell up.]
Okay. I need to know who's in room 3-32. And also where the hell that is. Because this place?
[Her hands point upwards in the expression of "I'm not going to even bother," indicating she doesn't want to try to find her way by herself.]
Is freaking huge. And I'm going to get lost and as much as I'd love to spend time with you all and get to know you on this thing, I have to-
[She pauses as something else captures her attention, head turning sharply and snorting in frustration. She mutters under her breath, facepalming, and that gets caught by the microphone.]
Figures the troublemaker would go after that the first thing. Oi, D'veg!
[There's no response, and she looks like she's talking to the air right beside her. In fact, she's talking to her demonic spirit that's attached to her- the only problem is, people can't see it unless she wants them to. And she's kind of forgotten that he's gone incognito here.
When that doesn't work (or more like the spirit sticks out his tongue and ignores her completely), she huffs in annoyance.]
Asshole. Give me a sec, will you guys-? I'll turn this back on right after I fix something.
[Her face is reassuring, saying she's fine, and that things are okay. And that would be her quickly turning, no notice to the scythe in tow almost taking out nearby passengers, and chastising. The Guide is still on for all of this, even though she thought she turned it off.]
Ohhh no. No no no no. Don't you dare.
[When that doesn't work, she resorts to shouting.]
OI, GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE- DON'T YOU DARE-! D'VEGMIR. DO NOT MAKE ME COME OVER THERE, I SWEAR I WILL KICK YOUR ASS.
[And that would be her yanking something off a vendor's cart. Said cart had pastries and more importantly- cookies, on them. Luckily things are okay, and she manages to pull something off there before anything else gets ruined. With a glare, she looks down at whatever she's holding before speaking again.]
D'veg, you know better. Do you want me to look like I'm crazy on this thing?
[Come pester, bother, annoy, troll, etc. Let her know you saw it all. (8]
Well, more like cleavage in an open part of a shirt- but hey, who's complaining when there's free views, right?
The Guide turns away and finally zooms out, revealing this girl staring right back into it. She looks normal- well, if you're used to punkish outfits, two-colored hairstyles, and green cat eyes. Oh, and yeah, there is a massive 7' scythe from Hell attached by a strap across her back. She definitely is not someone you want to mess with.
And what's the look on her face right now? Annoyed. Not at the lines, not at this Guide, but at a certain companion who just won't shut the hell up.]
Okay. I need to know who's in room 3-32. And also where the hell that is. Because this place?
[Her hands point upwards in the expression of "I'm not going to even bother," indicating she doesn't want to try to find her way by herself.]
Is freaking huge. And I'm going to get lost and as much as I'd love to spend time with you all and get to know you on this thing, I have to-
[She pauses as something else captures her attention, head turning sharply and snorting in frustration. She mutters under her breath, facepalming, and that gets caught by the microphone.]
Figures the troublemaker would go after that the first thing. Oi, D'veg!
[There's no response, and she looks like she's talking to the air right beside her. In fact, she's talking to her demonic spirit that's attached to her- the only problem is, people can't see it unless she wants them to. And she's kind of forgotten that he's gone incognito here.
When that doesn't work (or more like the spirit sticks out his tongue and ignores her completely), she huffs in annoyance.]
Asshole. Give me a sec, will you guys-? I'll turn this back on right after I fix something.
[Her face is reassuring, saying she's fine, and that things are okay. And that would be her quickly turning, no notice to the scythe in tow almost taking out nearby passengers, and chastising. The Guide is still on for all of this, even though she thought she turned it off.]
Ohhh no. No no no no. Don't you dare.
[When that doesn't work, she resorts to shouting.]
OI, GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE- DON'T YOU DARE-! D'VEGMIR. DO NOT MAKE ME COME OVER THERE, I SWEAR I WILL KICK YOUR ASS.
[And that would be her yanking something off a vendor's cart. Said cart had pastries and more importantly- cookies, on them. Luckily things are okay, and she manages to pull something off there before anything else gets ruined. With a glare, she looks down at whatever she's holding before speaking again.]
D'veg, you know better. Do you want me to look like I'm crazy on this thing?
[Come pester, bother, annoy, troll, etc. Let her know you saw it all. (8]