As Lady comes to in Wintermute, near the entrance of the dragon cave, it becomes instantly clear that she is woefully underdressed for the weather. She basically explodes from a small snow drift, making indignant and incoherent noises that threaten to form words but never really do. She's far too busy brushing the snow off the jumpsuit she got from Nico. With the warm summer weather of Redgrave City - the Qliphoth undoubtedly influencing the weather to help it grow - the mid-drift exposing jumpsuit had been welcome. Now, it was a liability.
After a moment though, she stops dead in her tracks with her hands pressed to her ribs as if the cold had retreated enough for her to notice something. She begins patting herself down, hands going to where she normally had holsters for guns and ammo only to find... nothing. She hisses a silent curse as she turns to the snowdrift she had found herself in and slides her foot through it as if feeling for anything as a grimmace forms on her face. "Great. I don't even get back home after one job and find myself sucked into another and disarmed. What a great we--wait... right it's been a couple months. Morrison owes me a vacation."
Math-magical
After searching fruitlessly for a weapon outside the entrance of the dragon cave, the warmth the cave offered eventually became too much to ignore. The whole place felt fake, and she spent a good hour wandering the place as if walking on eggshells, waiting for something - anything - to lash out at her. Even as she began to explore the convention at the center of it, she remained on guard though eventually she settled into a more relaxed attitude. She'd even managed to impress one of the dragons posing a geometry problem. Quick thinking and a lifetime of honing an understanding of angles and trajectory earned her a plush dragon doll with a slide rule, something she held over her head as she lounged on a bed of moss under the aerial race track. She just stares at it, contemplating just what kind of place she had stumbled into.
Lady | Devil May Cry | Legend
As Lady comes to in Wintermute, near the entrance of the dragon cave, it becomes instantly clear that she is woefully underdressed for the weather. She basically explodes from a small snow drift, making indignant and incoherent noises that threaten to form words but never really do. She's far too busy brushing the snow off the jumpsuit she got from Nico. With the warm summer weather of Redgrave City - the Qliphoth undoubtedly influencing the weather to help it grow - the mid-drift exposing jumpsuit had been welcome. Now, it was a liability.
After a moment though, she stops dead in her tracks with her hands pressed to her ribs as if the cold had retreated enough for her to notice something. She begins patting herself down, hands going to where she normally had holsters for guns and ammo only to find... nothing. She hisses a silent curse as she turns to the snowdrift she had found herself in and slides her foot through it as if feeling for anything as a grimmace forms on her face. "Great. I don't even get back home after one job and find myself sucked into another and disarmed. What a great we--wait... right it's been a couple months. Morrison owes me a vacation."
Math-magical
After searching fruitlessly for a weapon outside the entrance of the dragon cave, the warmth the cave offered eventually became too much to ignore. The whole place felt fake, and she spent a good hour wandering the place as if walking on eggshells, waiting for something - anything - to lash out at her. Even as she began to explore the convention at the center of it, she remained on guard though eventually she settled into a more relaxed attitude. She'd even managed to impress one of the dragons posing a geometry problem. Quick thinking and a lifetime of honing an understanding of angles and trajectory earned her a plush dragon doll with a slide rule, something she held over her head as she lounged on a bed of moss under the aerial race track. She just stares at it, contemplating just what kind of place she had stumbled into.