[a] [She... is clearly suffering some sort of trauma. Head, she would guess, although Carolina has no recollection of anything happening to her, which might be worse. Huge animals are more Caboose's thing, and if he'd gotten another pet... The dinosaurs had been bad enough, without adding a child sized rabbit in to the mix.
It's a strange dream, if that's what it is, and she's not entirely certain still what to make about it. She's in her armor, that much is clear, when her eyes open, blinking, yet whatever this Storyteller had been, it's gone... Or at least she assumes so. If those idiots had slipped something in to her drink and dropped her off somewhere thinking-
Yet where is she? Already that soldier instinct kicks in as she rises to a crouch, assessing the area around her, before turning internal. There's a stillness to her for several moments, before she rises. Whatever conclusion she has come to, it's hard to guess when she starts to look around.
Underground. Where? It's unfamiliar, that much is clear, and she gingerly moves forward, aqua armor out of place. Yet when she does spot someone - or something- there is that rough voice.]
Hey! You.
[... she's not exactly the more approachable person on a good day, and they just might have answers.]
[b] [It is a little while later that she is inspecting the structures, seeking to find a spot that will do. No point in having everything come tumbling down. Her guess is an accident of some sort, whether natural or not, although she still doesn't quite buy the story that had been told her her, her's starting anew, but at the moment, she's got other concerns to worry about. Like the old bones that seem to pre-date the buildings. Coincidence? She's not leaving that to chance, even if nothing seems too fresh.
But her armor is good for one thing, which is why she does move towards an area that seems to be more stable than the others, and yes, she's going to start gripping and tearing back pieces as she can. There may be a piece or two that falls a little too close for your comfort, which is why she does pause.]
I suggest you watch out.
[Let's just hope this works...]
[c] [The surface doesn't exactly give any further answers. It seems that she's not alone though, both below and above the surface. Carolina's pausing, taking a small breather. Even in retirement, she hasn't exactly put her feet up and watched tv all day, but age does start to catch up with you, especially after all the things that she's been through.
She's still fully armored, likely still a strange sight, and it's hard to tell if she is human, cyborg, or maybe a robot. It's clear that she's packing anyway, although she's not exactly making any threatening motions. Rather, she's scouting, scanning, head turning side to side, although she's also a big suit of armor that may or may not be in your way, because what the heck, to put it politely, has happened?]
Agent Carolina | RvB | ota
[She... is clearly suffering some sort of trauma. Head, she would guess, although Carolina has no recollection of anything happening to her, which might be worse. Huge animals are more Caboose's thing, and if he'd gotten another pet... The dinosaurs had been bad enough, without adding a child sized rabbit in to the mix.
It's a strange dream, if that's what it is, and she's not entirely certain still what to make about it. She's in her armor, that much is clear, when her eyes open, blinking, yet whatever this Storyteller had been, it's gone... Or at least she assumes so. If those idiots had slipped something in to her drink and dropped her off somewhere thinking-
Yet where is she? Already that soldier instinct kicks in as she rises to a crouch, assessing the area around her, before turning internal. There's a stillness to her for several moments, before she rises. Whatever conclusion she has come to, it's hard to guess when she starts to look around.
Underground. Where? It's unfamiliar, that much is clear, and she gingerly moves forward, aqua armor out of place. Yet when she does spot someone - or something- there is that rough voice.]
Hey! You.
[... she's not exactly the more approachable person on a good day, and they just might have answers.]
[b]
[It is a little while later that she is inspecting the structures, seeking to find a spot that will do. No point in having everything come tumbling down. Her guess is an accident of some sort, whether natural or not, although she still doesn't quite buy the story that had been told her her, her's starting anew, but at the moment, she's got other concerns to worry about. Like the old bones that seem to pre-date the buildings. Coincidence? She's not leaving that to chance, even if nothing seems too fresh.
But her armor is good for one thing, which is why she does move towards an area that seems to be more stable than the others, and yes, she's going to start gripping and tearing back pieces as she can. There may be a piece or two that falls a little too close for your comfort, which is why she does pause.]
I suggest you watch out.
[Let's just hope this works...]
[c]
[The surface doesn't exactly give any further answers. It seems that she's not alone though, both below and above the surface. Carolina's pausing, taking a small breather. Even in retirement, she hasn't exactly put her feet up and watched tv all day, but age does start to catch up with you, especially after all the things that she's been through.
She's still fully armored, likely still a strange sight, and it's hard to tell if she is human, cyborg, or maybe a robot. It's clear that she's packing anyway, although she's not exactly making any threatening motions. Rather, she's scouting, scanning, head turning side to side, although she's also a big suit of armor that may or may not be in your way, because what the heck, to put it politely, has happened?]