[ Nope. Just. Nope. She is absolutely, positively, not ready to deal with this today. Or next week. She's never been on an airplane before, let alone a jostle-y airship. Other dimensions? Okay yeah sure. Being pulled to other dimensions with no warning? No thank you.
And above all, being trapped in a place where there is nothing familiar about you? At all? Pretty much everyone is a stranger? Not even Necronomicon in her head? Nope. Not dealing with this.
And by "not dealing with this" she means finding a nice corner of the room with a potted plant to sort of hide behind. And... do her best not to panic. ]
Why do a job yourself if you can get minions to do it for you - (Get a job)
[ There's... a small robotic moogle floating around, dustpan and brush in hand, cleaning up the sidewalk and depositing litter in the nearest appropriate place for such garbage. But... that's it. They're working... pretty much by themselves.
As for the Puppetmaster? Sitting under an awning next door to a nearby building, flicking through her iMog Slate with an irritable expression. It's not tech but it's... something. Hopefully she's not standing in your way? Or that you don't take offense at such blatant laziness delegation. ]
Wildcard - anything goes
[ COME AT ME. She's probably gonna be making a beeline for Oktavia pretty fast. ]
Futaba Sakura | Persona 5
[ Nope. Just. Nope. She is absolutely, positively, not ready to deal with this today. Or next week. She's never been on an airplane before, let alone a jostle-y airship. Other dimensions? Okay yeah sure. Being pulled to other dimensions with no warning? No thank you.
And above all, being trapped in a place where there is nothing familiar about you? At all? Pretty much everyone is a stranger? Not even Necronomicon in her head? Nope. Not dealing with this.
And by "not dealing with this" she means finding a nice corner of the room with a potted plant to sort of hide behind. And... do her best not to panic. ]
Why do a job yourself if you can get minions to do it for you - (Get a job)
[ There's... a small robotic moogle floating around, dustpan and brush in hand, cleaning up the sidewalk and depositing litter in the nearest appropriate place for such garbage. But... that's it. They're working... pretty much by themselves.
As for the Puppetmaster? Sitting under an awning next door to a nearby building, flicking through her iMog Slate with an irritable expression. It's not tech but it's... something. Hopefully she's not standing in your way? Or that you don't take offense at such blatant
lazinessdelegation. ]Wildcard - anything goes
[ COME AT ME. She's probably gonna be making a beeline for Oktavia pretty fast. ]