[ ending up with a mouth full of brine and clothes full of sand isn't exactly new for a pirate, but all those little details that are just wrong about this place get under drake's skin for a moment. she is the woman who circumnavigated the world, and she's always looked for new horizons, but the wrong stars and even the weird taste in the air gives her a nervous energy. the information that the terrans gave her earlier that day wasn't enough to satisfy her — the holy grail fit her with all the information she'd ever need about a particular time and place, allowing her to blend in with the locals. this was — different. no, new. more than that, it was exciting.

those unfamiliar stars above set to annoy her for only a fleeting moment; sailors navigate by the stars, after all. being here for the forseeable future meant she had to get her bearings in this world, find out anyone who's made a star chart and map the rest on her own if she has to. all of a sudden, it was like she was alive again. no holy grail war, no master to tether herself to; just her own will to see what's on that horizon to drive her forward. riches? fame? new land? who knew!

for now, drake will make her way out to the beach, a flintlock pistol on her shoulder. ]

You out for an adventure, too? [ she calls confidently out to anyone she'll see not heading back to a cottage to rest, her red coat flapping at her thighs with her long strides. ] Join me; two's better than one.

[ it takes drake thirty seconds before she gives up on the hoverbike. in any other circumstance, the fact that she is a rider-class servant would be enough to tell her everything she needed to know about how to drive it, letting instinct take over where knowledge would fail her. when she mounts the bike, she feels... nothing. no details come to her naturally, and she knows better than to waste her time futzing with it. being summoned to chaldea before arriving here fit her with a sense of urgency when it came to protecting humans and fighting for the sake of humanity.

a heroic spirit's body is more durable than a human's by a stretch, even when she feels much of that power is dampened in some way. even if her strength is lessened, she still has her many years at her back, feeding her instinct on how to navigate a fight like this. she'd boast that spriggans were more difficult than these enemies, but even drake can't deny that back-up in a situation like this is preferable to being on her own.

especially when she cocks her flintlock pistols and takes aim at one of the creatures, ready to send a few mana bullets into its face when— ] ... Dammit! [ nothing happens. she's out of them.

that's never happened before.

and the eldritch terror is getting closer. not even luck rank EX can save her now. unless, of course, help arrives. ]