[ there were some thinks that Hotel Valhalla had prepared her for, and this was one of them. the monsters stew outside of the fence, and instead of running and finding something else to occupy herself with, she seeks them out. getting there isn't easy, she has to coax a few rides out of people with an easy smile and smooth words (something her mother would be proud of, and something she willfully ignores). she's left within walking distance of the fence, and the rest of the terrain she breeches alone. she's not unused to it, and she trails a few dozen feet from the fence to keep her distance, disguised partially in the brush.
she wants to know what would classify as monsters: jotunn, sons of Fenris, something far worse than that?
there's a hm of quiet laughter to herself as she tightens her fingers on her garrote, readying to see what horrors are beyond that fence. ]
This better be good. Godzilla, Mothra, or something worse? [ she says wistfully to herself. (dragons, perhaps.) ] Try me. I'll be disappointed, otherwise.
solution
[ while Alex decides that she doesn't want to help, she ends up helping anyway. there's no Sam nor Magnus, no one to steer her in any particular direction here or there. she's both frustrated and thankful, finding her own way from the Abandoned City and into the jungle.
she's used to doing things on her own, and when the announcement comes to anyone willing enough to head into the jungle, she readily takes it. there's a hunting knife tucked into her belt, and her garrote at her disposal. she stalks through the woods like a snake with its fangs out, ready to strike.
there are patches of sweat beneath her arms and on her brow, but she's damp enough with rain that it doesn't matter. her vest sticks to her, and she pulls open the collar in efforts to cool off. the pyramid is easy to spot in the distance, and she breathes a dramatic sigh of relief. ]
Finally.
[ it comes from her lips as she pushes on, readying her garrote. ]
alex fierro | magnus chase & the gods of asgard
[ there were some thinks that Hotel Valhalla had prepared her for, and this was one of them. the monsters stew outside of the fence, and instead of running and finding something else to occupy herself with, she seeks them out. getting there isn't easy, she has to coax a few rides out of people with an easy smile and smooth words (something her mother would be proud of, and something she willfully ignores). she's left within walking distance of the fence, and the rest of the terrain she breeches alone. she's not unused to it, and she trails a few dozen feet from the fence to keep her distance, disguised partially in the brush.
solutionshe wants to know what would classify as monsters: jotunn, sons of Fenris, something far worse than that?
there's a hm of quiet laughter to herself as she tightens her fingers on her garrote, readying to see what horrors are beyond that fence. ]
This better be good. Godzilla, Mothra, or something worse? [ she says wistfully to herself. (dragons, perhaps.) ] Try me. I'll be disappointed, otherwise.
[ while Alex decides that she doesn't want to help, she ends up helping anyway. there's no Sam nor Magnus, no one to steer her in any particular direction here or there. she's both frustrated and thankful, finding her own way from the Abandoned City and into the jungle.
wildcardshe's used to doing things on her own, and when the announcement comes to anyone willing enough to head into the jungle, she readily takes it. there's a hunting knife tucked into her belt, and her garrote at her disposal. she stalks through the woods like a snake with its fangs out, ready to strike.
there are patches of sweat beneath her arms and on her brow, but she's damp enough with rain that it doesn't matter. her vest sticks to her, and she pulls open the collar in efforts to cool off. the pyramid is easy to spot in the distance, and she breathes a dramatic sigh of relief. ]
Finally.
[ it comes from her lips as she pushes on, readying her garrote. ]
[ hit me with your best shot. ]