[ The concept itself of moving between worlds is not exactly new for Archnemon, but for the circumstances. It wasn't where she had been, it wasn't anywhere she had been before and -
No. She's just not going to think about it. Instead she stands abruptly, blinking wordlessly for a few moments among strangers, trying desperately to ignore the sensation that something is very, very wrong, very different - she'll deal with that later if not at all, thank you -
Still, being in this area feels much too crowding, so she starts to move away from the cathethral groups, trying to find a less crowded area -- did someone bump into her? Did she just accidentally push her way past someone, or attempt to? That's inconvenient, since the shove doesn't even have the effect she'd want it to. ]
Ugh, I swear.
[ She mutters, not quite as sharp a remark, but enough to convey her irritation if one was expecting an immediate apology. ]
[ B. forbidden knowledge ]
[ This is irritating. All she wanted was a high perch to look down from without much hassle, but no, it's raining paper. Well, now it's raining confetti, for any passing by below, as she frustratedly begins to shred parchments that blow in her way. A good way to let off steam, destruction - of course, the occasional person might try to get her to stop, but she's just so invested.
And then of course, it's no longer just ordinary paper to go to shreds. One sends up a little flare of glitter to float into the path of a wandering by stranger. Another, a small crackle of lightning striking too close for comfort on the next roof. Another, a loud, ringing bell like noise, ringing through the ears of passerbys.
She balls the next one up in a fist and throws it. Hopefully that won't result in anything unfortunate. Or you know, enough people down below could implore another recent arrival to step in to assist. ]
Archnemon - Digimon Adventure 02
[ The concept itself of moving between worlds is not exactly new for Archnemon, but for the circumstances. It wasn't where she had been, it wasn't anywhere she had been before and -
No. She's just not going to think about it. Instead she stands abruptly, blinking wordlessly for a few moments among strangers, trying desperately to ignore the sensation that something is very, very wrong, very different - she'll deal with that later if not at all, thank you -
Still, being in this area feels much too crowding, so she starts to move away from the cathethral groups, trying to find a less crowded area -- did someone bump into her? Did she just accidentally push her way past someone, or attempt to? That's inconvenient, since the shove doesn't even have the effect she'd want it to. ]
Ugh, I swear.
[ She mutters, not quite as sharp a remark, but enough to convey her irritation if one was expecting an immediate apology. ]
[ B. forbidden knowledge ]
[ This is irritating. All she wanted was a high perch to look down from without much hassle, but no, it's raining paper. Well, now it's raining confetti, for any passing by below, as she frustratedly begins to shred parchments that blow in her way. A good way to let off steam, destruction - of course, the occasional person might try to get her to stop, but she's just so invested.
And then of course, it's no longer just ordinary paper to go to shreds. One sends up a little flare of glitter to float into the path of a wandering by stranger. Another, a small crackle of lightning striking too close for comfort on the next roof. Another, a loud, ringing bell like noise, ringing through the ears of passerbys.
She balls the next one up in a fist and throws it. Hopefully that won't result in anything unfortunate. Or you know, enough people down below could implore another recent arrival to step in to assist. ]
[ C. wildcard! ]
[ There's always another option. ]