There were rails?
Oh damn, and here I thought this would be a fun mess-aroundy sandbox kind of game.
Oh damn, and here I thought this would be a fun mess-aroundy sandbox kind of game.
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@TrixyTrix
Violetta's eyes narrowed, trying to pick at the story for any glimmer of the truth. Special? That was self-depreciation, but it was an interesting choice of words. She thought herself as "Special", that might be important enough to keep in mind later. She was an orphan. Well, who wasn't, in this day and age? Her parents died in an accident, slightly suspicious but not worth investigating over. She'd paused before giving her vague story. Almost as if she was going to before something stopped her. So, not good at the lying game. That line didn't sound prepared, either. If she had a lie prepared, it would've sounded like it came from a cue card, not from the heart, like this. The girl just sounded like there were things in her life she didn't want brought up.
So, what could she draw from that? This girl was simple, kept to herself and was clever enough not to let things slip. That meant she was hiding something, and was taking waaay too much care not to let it slip. She thought herself God's Gift to something, but to what? The state? Did she fancy herself queen? Actually, that wasn't all too bad an idea. Now she came to think about it, the girl definately had a smidge of the local accent about her. She smiled, just for a moment, and lept off another building. Bingo.
"The state? Personally i'll be happy once we give it back it's proper name of Germany. Why, what about you?"
Violetta's eyes narrowed, trying to pick at the story for any glimmer of the truth. Special? That was self-depreciation, but it was an interesting choice of words. She thought herself as "Special", that might be important enough to keep in mind later. She was an orphan. Well, who wasn't, in this day and age? Her parents died in an accident, slightly suspicious but not worth investigating over. She'd paused before giving her vague story. Almost as if she was going to before something stopped her. So, not good at the lying game. That line didn't sound prepared, either. If she had a lie prepared, it would've sounded like it came from a cue card, not from the heart, like this. The girl just sounded like there were things in her life she didn't want brought up.
So, what could she draw from that? This girl was simple, kept to herself and was clever enough not to let things slip. That meant she was hiding something, and was taking waaay too much care not to let it slip. She thought herself God's Gift to something, but to what? The state? Did she fancy herself queen? Actually, that wasn't all too bad an idea. Now she came to think about it, the girl definately had a smidge of the local accent about her. She smiled, just for a moment, and lept off another building. Bingo.
"The state? Personally i'll be happy once we give it back it's proper name of Germany. Why, what about you?"
@TrixyTrix
Half a dozen alarm bells went off in Violetta's head as the other girl chose that moment on the rooftops to start a conversation. It would've been so much easier to use the streets, where the wind didn't get in your ears and make you miss half the conversation. Why had she decided to talk then? Was this a trap? There was no real way out of it, she realized, without talking about herself. And she wanted to avoid that at all costs, but the alternative was offending a teenage girl whose petty doubts and worries were amplified with alien science from the far future. Whatever happened wouldn't be solved with a heart-to-heart on the opposite sides of a bathroom stall, not here. But between the devil and the deep blue sea, the only real option she had was to be as vague as possible. She stepped on an old brick chimmeny, on the face of it to gather her thoughts, and pushed away again.
"My parents died when I was pretty young, around when I contracted." That seemed vague enough. No reason to tell her the whole truth, after all. "And they always said I had relatives in Germany. After that, I just kinda tried to find myself, y'know?" With any luck, she didn't. "And then I got something useful where I can be ignored 'till I fall into despair."
She paused, circling an old antenna dish, and went on.
"What about you, mystery girl? You haven't even told me who you are. The authority might even have a file on you."
Half a dozen alarm bells went off in Violetta's head as the other girl chose that moment on the rooftops to start a conversation. It would've been so much easier to use the streets, where the wind didn't get in your ears and make you miss half the conversation. Why had she decided to talk then? Was this a trap? There was no real way out of it, she realized, without talking about herself. And she wanted to avoid that at all costs, but the alternative was offending a teenage girl whose petty doubts and worries were amplified with alien science from the far future. Whatever happened wouldn't be solved with a heart-to-heart on the opposite sides of a bathroom stall, not here. But between the devil and the deep blue sea, the only real option she had was to be as vague as possible. She stepped on an old brick chimmeny, on the face of it to gather her thoughts, and pushed away again.
"My parents died when I was pretty young, around when I contracted." That seemed vague enough. No reason to tell her the whole truth, after all. "And they always said I had relatives in Germany. After that, I just kinda tried to find myself, y'know?" With any luck, she didn't. "And then I got something useful where I can be ignored 'till I fall into despair."
She paused, circling an old antenna dish, and went on.
"What about you, mystery girl? You haven't even told me who you are. The authority might even have a file on you."
@TrixyTrix
Well. That was anticlimactic. Violetta had something on the order of fifteen battle plans and was already working on the sixteenth, most of which involved abusing her powers for fun and profit and stalling until her reinforcements arrived. But to win without fighting was the greatest victory, and the girl had decided to come quietly, after all. What was the term again? "Help the Valkyries with their inquiries?" Violetta idly scratched at herself with the tip of her flamethrower, and took a few leaps up the building. The concrete bent and left footprints for her as she passed by it. If she'd wanted to, and didn't care about leaving a trail, she could've walked up the wall. But she took leaps up, perching on windowsills and glazing bars, careful not to use too much of the supernatural power that fueled most magical girls.
Up above, the air was smoky, and almost dingier then the floor. A billion fumes and gases leaked out here, before mixing in with the wind and drifting somewhere far away where they could cause some other natural disaster. She dismissed her weapon, out of fear that it might start a chemical fire, and turned to her companion. For now, she seemed... Accepting. She'd guessed that the whole "anti-authoritarian" palaver had worked. The only girls who survived for long were lone wolves, and people like that were easier to manipulate. All you needed to do was convince them that what you wanted them to do was somehow hurting da man. Even if da man said that, they bought it. And in this case, da man was one Crown princess Alexandria Hertz.
"Well?" She began, once she'd caught up. "Lead the way, Missus...?"
Well. That was anticlimactic. Violetta had something on the order of fifteen battle plans and was already working on the sixteenth, most of which involved abusing her powers for fun and profit and stalling until her reinforcements arrived. But to win without fighting was the greatest victory, and the girl had decided to come quietly, after all. What was the term again? "Help the Valkyries with their inquiries?" Violetta idly scratched at herself with the tip of her flamethrower, and took a few leaps up the building. The concrete bent and left footprints for her as she passed by it. If she'd wanted to, and didn't care about leaving a trail, she could've walked up the wall. But she took leaps up, perching on windowsills and glazing bars, careful not to use too much of the supernatural power that fueled most magical girls.
Up above, the air was smoky, and almost dingier then the floor. A billion fumes and gases leaked out here, before mixing in with the wind and drifting somewhere far away where they could cause some other natural disaster. She dismissed her weapon, out of fear that it might start a chemical fire, and turned to her companion. For now, she seemed... Accepting. She'd guessed that the whole "anti-authoritarian" palaver had worked. The only girls who survived for long were lone wolves, and people like that were easier to manipulate. All you needed to do was convince them that what you wanted them to do was somehow hurting da man. Even if da man said that, they bought it. And in this case, da man was one Crown princess Alexandria Hertz.
"Well?" She began, once she'd caught up. "Lead the way, Missus...?"
It's alright. Sometimes people move at different speeds, there's nothing wrong with it.
EDIT: oh dear how do i get rid of it undo undo.
EDIT: oh dear how do i get rid of it undo undo.
Mistake, please ignore.
There, fixed it. And now we start the wait again.
Bleh. I've been trying to find pictures of anime girls in white Miami Vice suits for one of the Valkyrie Squad for ages. but i just can't find a decent one. It's starting to get on my nerves.
@TrixyTrix
The street instantly grew a few degrees colder, and Violetta tilted her head, curiously. Factories, as far as she she understood the term, were big houses to store even bigger machines in. Most of them should've been abandoned a long time ago as the raw materials that had to be supplied to them ran out. Unless there were such a thing as magical girl truckers, shipping and handling precious goods between places so the humans didn't whinge so much about not being fed all the time, but that seemed ridiculous to her. So who or what was exploding the factories? Magical girl fights? She brushed those thoughts aside, dismissing them as unimportant.
This girl got on her nerves, and she could tell the reverse was true, too. She was cocky, loud, and shifted her weight between her feet like she was ready to break into irish dance at any moment. Or maybe she really was ready to fight. Vi shifted her weight, and gripped at the metal rod of her flamethrower like a drawn sword. The small light at the end flicked on, and danced in the early morning chill. From a quick glance at it, Violetta read a wind speed barely over a knot. That meant lighter winds, maybe some three or four knots, the higher you rose, and with a ranged weapon like hers, wind speeds mattered. She was still wrapped in her smoke coccoon, which was still a plus. And there was a seed in her pocket, all that was left of Michelle "Cirno" McCarthy, that was still another advantage
"Nah, but thanks for the offer." She began, acting like they weren't each doing the magical girl equivalent of the showdown at high noon. "Tried it once, and it just makes you feel like you're controlling your body with a marionette. It's awful. But boss' orders are to shut it down, so i've got to do my duty like a good little government lapdog. Asà es la vida."
The street instantly grew a few degrees colder, and Violetta tilted her head, curiously. Factories, as far as she she understood the term, were big houses to store even bigger machines in. Most of them should've been abandoned a long time ago as the raw materials that had to be supplied to them ran out. Unless there were such a thing as magical girl truckers, shipping and handling precious goods between places so the humans didn't whinge so much about not being fed all the time, but that seemed ridiculous to her. So who or what was exploding the factories? Magical girl fights? She brushed those thoughts aside, dismissing them as unimportant.
This girl got on her nerves, and she could tell the reverse was true, too. She was cocky, loud, and shifted her weight between her feet like she was ready to break into irish dance at any moment. Or maybe she really was ready to fight. Vi shifted her weight, and gripped at the metal rod of her flamethrower like a drawn sword. The small light at the end flicked on, and danced in the early morning chill. From a quick glance at it, Violetta read a wind speed barely over a knot. That meant lighter winds, maybe some three or four knots, the higher you rose, and with a ranged weapon like hers, wind speeds mattered. She was still wrapped in her smoke coccoon, which was still a plus. And there was a seed in her pocket, all that was left of Michelle "Cirno" McCarthy, that was still another advantage
"Nah, but thanks for the offer." She began, acting like they weren't each doing the magical girl equivalent of the showdown at high noon. "Tried it once, and it just makes you feel like you're controlling your body with a marionette. It's awful. But boss' orders are to shut it down, so i've got to do my duty like a good little government lapdog. Asà es la vida."
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