[ You know, this place is fucking weird. She's sure there's an end in sight, but all she gets as she keeps walking is another shelf. Another. And another. And the items are sure getting weirder. Needless to say, she's not a fan.
If someone's around, she'll turn to them, then point to the items. ]
... Do these look weird to you?
[ Or, meet her at the front of the store, looking frazzled. ]
I wouldn't go too far in there, if I were you.
you need to calm down; Screaming isn't going to--
Well, being calm isn't doing anything!
[ This, perhaps, had been a mistake to step into. The second Spectre is either genuinely unaware of the item's existence, or playing dumb for some reason. To be honest, she's discovering she's not so great at diplomacy. She's also wishing she had some sort of power to compel people to tell the truth, or something to tell her if someone's lying.
She's also getting a little impatient, and being yelled at is not doing her mood any favors. ]
If we figure this out, we can all go home and forget about this. [ To the second Spectre: ] If you're truly in the dark, that's fine, but this one won't leave you alone unless you return it if you have it.
[ She's... she's trying very, very hard. ]
powers; [ She's pretty curious in general, but... well, it strikes her that maybe she should see exactly what she can do, aside from the enhanced speed and durability. Catch her in a more open place, staring at her hands... which are sparkling a little. Huh. ]
Okay...
[ She thrusts her hands forward... and sheets of ice form on the ground. There may be some extremely sharp icicles jutting upward, too, perhaps-- right at you? ]
Mira Delacroix | OC | envy, sloth, or wrath
I thought--
[ You know, this place is fucking weird. She's sure there's an end in sight, but all she gets as she keeps walking is another shelf. Another. And another. And the items are sure getting weirder. Needless to say, she's not a fan.
If someone's around, she'll turn to them, then point to the items. ]
... Do these look weird to you?
[ Or, meet her at the front of the store, looking frazzled. ]
I wouldn't go too far in there, if I were you.
you need to calm down;
Screaming isn't going to--
Well, being calm isn't doing anything!
[ This, perhaps, had been a mistake to step into. The second Spectre is either genuinely unaware of the item's existence, or playing dumb for some reason. To be honest, she's discovering she's not so great at diplomacy. She's also wishing she had some sort of power to compel people to tell the truth, or something to tell her if someone's lying.
She's also getting a little impatient, and being yelled at is not doing her mood any favors. ]
If we figure this out, we can all go home and forget about this. [ To the second Spectre: ] If you're truly in the dark, that's fine, but this one won't leave you alone unless you return it if you have it.
[ She's... she's trying very, very hard. ]
powers;
[ She's pretty curious in general, but... well, it strikes her that maybe she should see exactly what she can do, aside from the enhanced speed and durability. Catch her in a more open place, staring at her hands... which are sparkling a little. Huh. ]
Okay...
[ She thrusts her hands forward... and sheets of ice form on the ground. There may be some extremely sharp icicles jutting upward, too, perhaps-- right at you? ]
Oh-- I'm really sorry, I didn't see you there!