[ It was bad enough crawling out of such an ugly ocean! She's thankful she's not on an airship in this, but what the hell! What is this! This isn't fair! Bikini armor is not equipped for this kind of weather and why is this rain so frigid?
Beatrix is crouching under the remainder of a shake, sulking as she hugs Embrasque to her chest to protect it from the rain. She just got it back, damn it! She doesn't need her partner getting all wet!
Too bad she is and shivering like a leaf with her long hair soaked and hanging around her face, stuck to her cheeks and shoulders. ]
Ahhh! What kinda bad joke is this?! Those dumb robos! If they had to drag us to this weird place, couldn't they have better timing?! This sucks! This sucks so much! Brrrrr!
[ Her teeth chatter and she lets out a loud sneeze, then a groan.
This has to be a bad dream, right? There is no way her luck is this bad! ]
[ Beatrix may be in the hospital and may have a drippy nose, but she is here for a decent meal. She can't possibly go wrong with some hot food, right? And after training for the Society, she is more than capable of peeling potatoes to help out in a kitchen. She's no Vane or Elmott, but she's not totally useless in the kitchen when she puts her mind to it. Especially if she's been provided snacks. Can anyone blame a girl?
With her hair pulled up into a half bun and a confident smile on her face, Beatrix is going ham on peeling potatoes and cutting for others. She'll be carrying the bowls containing the fruits of her labor over to people more concerned with the cooking part and setting them down. ]
Here you go! All nice and even and ready to go! Hehe!
Jammin With You
[ Beatrix is never the type to sit still. She's here. She doesn't know why. She hates it. She can't seem to do anything about it. Color her exploring despite the cold in her bones and popping into the diner to get food and take advantage of 'free lunch'.
But it's not exactly lunch she is given. It's two slices of the most jam-heavy toast anyone has ever seen. There are a variety of types of jam piled on each slice and she looks like she's been visited by an angel. She's almost teary-eyed. This is one of her ultimate comfort foods. ]Euuugh, this is kind of creepy, actually -- But still! I can't look something good in the mouth, right? Or however that goes...
[ Does she really need the help of this to just info dump her thoughts on people? No. Will it make it worse, though? Probably.
Too bad, because she's already picked up a slice and bit into it, making a sound of joy behind closed lips. This was the first good thing that's happened since she washed up here and she will fully enjoy it, thank you! ]
Beatrix | Granblue Fantasy
[ It was bad enough crawling out of such an ugly ocean! She's thankful she's not on an airship in this, but what the hell! What is this! This isn't fair! Bikini armor is not equipped for this kind of weather and why is this rain so frigid?
Beatrix is crouching under the remainder of a shake, sulking as she hugs Embrasque to her chest to protect it from the rain. She just got it back, damn it! She doesn't need her partner getting all wet!
Too bad she is and shivering like a leaf with her long hair soaked and hanging around her face, stuck to her cheeks and shoulders. ]
Ahhh! What kinda bad joke is this?! Those dumb robos! If they had to drag us to this weird place, couldn't they have better timing?! This sucks! This sucks so much! Brrrrr!
[ Her teeth chatter and she lets out a loud sneeze, then a groan.
This has to be a bad dream, right? There is no way her luck is this bad! ]
Get Your Hot Potato from Potato Pete!
[ Beatrix may be in the hospital and may have a drippy nose, but she is here for a decent meal. She can't possibly go wrong with some hot food, right? And after training for the Society, she is more than capable of peeling potatoes to help out in a kitchen. She's no Vane or Elmott, but she's not totally useless in the kitchen when she puts her mind to it. Especially if she's been provided snacks. Can anyone blame a girl?
With her hair pulled up into a half bun and a confident smile on her face, Beatrix is going ham on peeling potatoes and cutting for others. She'll be carrying the bowls containing the fruits of her labor over to people more concerned with the cooking part and setting them down. ]
Here you go! All nice and even and ready to go! Hehe!
Jammin With You
[ Beatrix is never the type to sit still. She's here. She doesn't know why. She hates it. She can't seem to do anything about it. Color her exploring despite the cold in her bones and popping into the diner to get food and take advantage of 'free lunch'.
But it's not exactly lunch she is given. It's two slices of the most jam-heavy toast anyone has ever seen. There are a variety of types of jam piled on each slice and she looks like she's been visited by an angel. She's almost teary-eyed. This is one of her ultimate comfort foods. ]Euuugh, this is kind of creepy, actually -- But still! I can't look something good in the mouth, right? Or however that goes...
[ Does she really need the help of this to just info dump her thoughts on people? No. Will it make it worse, though? Probably.
Too bad, because she's already picked up a slice and bit into it, making a sound of joy behind closed lips. This was the first good thing that's happened since she washed up here and she will fully enjoy it, thank you! ]