[Ryuko sort of... waves her hand around at some stuff, experimentally. This is weird. And not her kind of weird, either.
So she wanders. She's good at wandering.]
There better be a way back somewhere, or I'm gonna be pissed.
A2
Yep, I'm pissed off now!
[She announces as she punches yet another one of these stupid assailants out. But even she knows when she's outnumbered, and without Senketsu or the scissor blades she's not necessarily about to win this, enhanced strength or no. Also of note: some of them have started bringing out big guns and nets and things.]
Ah, shit.
B1
Shiiiiit.
[Ryuko is sort of. Rapidly tapping her foot and waiting by the wall. After a search through her incredible number of clothes because by god Ryuko Matoi just LOVES fashion, she settled on a nice white dress. If she gets into a fight tonight it'll show the bloodstains, but that is a risk she is willing to take. And by God she could use a fight. Or her guitar. Or anything else but socializing at a party where she is expected to behave.
Might as well try to... talk to someone?]
Hey, you!
B3
[She was thinking about how many drinks it would take to get comfortable here, but suddenly she's thinking about... there's a man who registers to her as her father, though of course he isn't. And he's dying. There's what looks like half a pair of scissors lodged in him and he's dying.
I have to find out who killed him.
But... why? That wasn't her dad. That wasn't any house she's ever lived in. So she's just going to sort of... lean against this table here and stare at her hands for a bit.
Ryuko Matoi | Kill la Kill
The hell?
[Ryuko sort of... waves her hand around at some stuff, experimentally. This is weird. And not her kind of weird, either.
So she wanders. She's good at wandering.]
There better be a way back somewhere, or I'm gonna be pissed.
A2
Yep, I'm pissed off now!
[She announces as she punches yet another one of these stupid assailants out. But even she knows when she's outnumbered, and without Senketsu or the scissor blades she's not necessarily about to win this, enhanced strength or no. Also of note: some of them have started bringing out big guns and nets and things.]
Ah, shit.
B1
Shiiiiit.
[Ryuko is sort of. Rapidly tapping her foot and waiting by the wall. After a search through her incredible number of clothes because by god Ryuko Matoi just LOVES fashion, she settled on a nice white dress. If she gets into a fight tonight it'll show the bloodstains, but that is a risk she is willing to take. And by God she could use a fight. Or her guitar. Or anything else but socializing at a party where she is expected to behave.
Might as well try to... talk to someone?]
Hey, you!
B3
[She was thinking about how many drinks it would take to get comfortable here, but suddenly she's thinking about... there's a man who registers to her as her father, though of course he isn't. And he's dying. There's what looks like half a pair of scissors lodged in him and he's dying.
I have to find out who killed him.
But... why? That wasn't her dad. That wasn't any house she's ever lived in. So she's just going to sort of... lean against this table here and stare at her hands for a bit.
God she wants to punch someone.]