Wait no, scratch that. First, there is no actual walking involved, as Rosette has been unceremoniously left (dumped) on the shore with no real idea of where she is, or of how she got there. Second, this isn't exactly the middle of civilization here; the waves crashing against warm, white sand are much more peaceful than the buzz of the city. One might even consider it "nice" and "scenic," and all told, Rosette is taking waking up here wet and very confused relatively well. ]
LET GO OF ME! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE PUTTING THOSE HANDS?!
[ First of all, she's only shouting as someone pulls her up by her elbow. She hasn't actually hit anyone yet, even if she's giving this poor hapless soul a work out with all that thrashing.
But at least there's no doubt that she's healthy as a mule. Oh boy. ]
✞ 409.
[ It probably isn't any of her business. Not her world, not her beef. Besides, her expertise lies in dispersing and disposing of demonic issues, and this probably doesn't qualify? But yikes, these things are ugly and they're making a giant mess. She should probably do something, but she isn't exactly the best equipped; she only has the ammunition on her person, and she isn't sure if any of this sparkly space tech works the same way as her bullets. A one-shot one-kill mentality could work, but given how these things don't seem to phased by the makeshift militia here, it's hard to say how effective she will be at long range.
It's while she reaches into one of her pouches to survey her supply that someone all but pushes a set of keys into her hands. Get up close and personal, drive this thing in and help those boys blast some monsters. ]
You got it.
[ She doesn't have someone here to tell her that charging in with guns blazing is a bad idea so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Looking over at the person next to her, Rosette grins reassuringly as she twirls the key ring on her finger. You heard the man. ]
Cover me, okay?
[ It's fine, she's got this. It can't be any different from driving a car, right? She probably won't kill them in the process. If they're lucky.
Nah, they're probably going to die. ]
✞ WILDCARD.
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Rosette Christopher | Chrono Crusade
[ So a nun walks into a bar—
Wait no, scratch that. First, there is no actual walking involved, as Rosette has been unceremoniously left (dumped) on the shore with no real idea of where she is, or of how she got there. Second, this isn't exactly the middle of civilization here; the waves crashing against warm, white sand are much more peaceful than the buzz of the city. One might even consider it "nice" and "scenic," and all told, Rosette is taking waking up here wet and very confused relatively well. ]
LET GO OF ME! WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE PUTTING THOSE HANDS?!
[ First of all, she's only shouting as someone pulls her up by her elbow. She hasn't actually hit anyone
yet, even if she's giving this poor hapless soul a work out with all that thrashing.But at least there's no doubt that she's healthy as a mule. Oh boy. ]
✞ 409.
[ It probably isn't any of her business. Not her world, not her beef. Besides, her expertise lies in dispersing and disposing of demonic issues, and this probably doesn't qualify? But yikes, these things are ugly and they're making a giant mess. She should probably do something, but she isn't exactly the best equipped; she only has the ammunition on her person, and she isn't sure if any of this sparkly space tech works the same way as her bullets. A one-shot one-kill mentality could work, but given how these things don't seem to phased by the makeshift militia here, it's hard to say how effective she will be at long range.
It's while she reaches into one of her pouches to survey her supply that someone all but pushes a set of keys into her hands. Get up close and personal, drive this thing in and help those boys blast some monsters. ]
You got it.
[ She doesn't have someone here to tell her that charging in with guns blazing is a bad idea so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Looking over at the person next to her, Rosette grins reassuringly as she twirls the key ring on her finger. You heard the man. ]
Cover me, okay?
[ It's fine, she's got this. It can't be any different from driving a car, right? She probably won't kill them in the process. If they're lucky.
Nah, they're probably going to die. ]
✞ WILDCARD.
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