For once in their life, Bel Thorne had no particular idea what to do with attention. The atmosphere in De Chima (a place Bel had picked in the Porter room on a whim and having no better place to go) was exciting enough.
The armor the mercenary was kitted out in was more than enough to grab the attention of the enthusiastic population. Heavy, designed and scarred by combat (some of those marks, very, very fresh), it was adorned by a stylized lion's face in front of stylized wings and a red field - the standard of Bel's ship, the Ariel.
Instead of inspiring fear, as one might expect in a pre space planet - it garnered excited talking, questions about what they were doing the next few days and CAN YOU SWING US UP MISTER??
As you find this person hidden by bulky, imposing armor designed to make a person into a one man army - they're currently engaged in lifting one of the local kids with one hand. Another, their sister, by the looks, laughs and swings from the metal arm.]
Okay, one more time, but I have to get going after that. [The voice, a low alto, is not particularly cold, despite the complaints.]
Nonah - Pumpkin Spice Lament
[A few days in after arriving, Bel had found a nice pair of jeans and t-shirt (stating RISE UP! in bright red) and had begun venturing out to explore this bizarro version of Earth they'd landed on somehow.
The important thing, they decided, was to find out about this culinary, limited time treat that seemed to make everyone go wild. There were only days until everything turned to peppermint and chocolate. The time to strike was now.
They took one hearty swig of the pumpkin spice vodka they'd bought to sample (and bring back to their crew) and.
Coughed. Spluttered.]
Oh god.
I'm. Here! Take the rest!
[Blindly, they shove the bottle at you, whoever you are.]
Bel Thorne | Vorkosigan Saga | OTA!
For once in their life, Bel Thorne had no particular idea what to do with attention. The atmosphere in De Chima (a place Bel had picked in the Porter room on a whim and having no better place to go) was exciting enough.
The armor the mercenary was kitted out in was more than enough to grab the attention of the enthusiastic population. Heavy, designed and scarred by combat (some of those marks, very, very fresh), it was adorned by a stylized lion's face in front of stylized wings and a red field - the standard of Bel's ship, the Ariel.
Instead of inspiring fear, as one might expect in a pre space planet - it garnered excited talking, questions about what they were doing the next few days and CAN YOU SWING US UP MISTER??
As you find this person hidden by bulky, imposing armor designed to make a person into a one man army - they're currently engaged in lifting one of the local kids with one hand. Another, their sister, by the looks, laughs and swings from the metal arm.]
Okay, one more time, but I have to get going after that. [The voice, a low alto, is not particularly cold, despite the complaints.]
Nonah - Pumpkin Spice Lament
[A few days in after arriving, Bel had found a nice pair of jeans and t-shirt (stating RISE UP! in bright red) and had begun venturing out to explore this bizarro version of Earth they'd landed on somehow.
The important thing, they decided, was to find out about this culinary, limited time treat that seemed to make everyone go wild. There were only days until everything turned to peppermint and chocolate. The time to strike was now.
They took one hearty swig of the pumpkin spice vodka they'd bought to sample (and bring back to their crew) and.
Coughed. Spluttered.]
Oh god.
I'm. Here! Take the rest!
[Blindly, they shove the bottle at you, whoever you are.]