No, please, feel free to out first. I will watch your back from here inside.
[ With all that purple looking air outside the deserted convenient store, someone has taken it upon herself to be the one to stay inside, safe, and not out there, likely dying quickly of asphyxiation.
And yet, she speaks in a simple tone that almost makes it sound like she were doing her partner a favor, if it wasn't so apparent that she simply doesn't feel like putting out any actual effort! After all, with her ability she can manipulate air as she has already to get them this far, but it's tiring and she refuses to put forth more effort unless she has to.
For someone who dresses as a maid, it almost seems like she should be a bit of a harder worker, doesn't it? ]
Try not to die.
b − Quick Quips
[ As things happened, somehow Ram found herself behind a microphone in a dimly lit bar that she is probably not even supposed to be in considering she's still just 18. Not that she cares. No, she was given a task and so for the sake of her God she will accomplish it, and then reap the rewards. If there's one thing she will actually work hard towards (well, in her own skewed scale anyway) it's towards being praised for the genius she is.
Stepping up to the microphone she holds herself as calmly and elegantly as one might expect of a girl who prides herself on her skills as a maid. And yet, maybe she should do a little better job at not looking down at the audience like she were some sort of dictator, with that smug grin on her face. ]
Hello, welcome, irasshai, bonjour, hola. I would like to ask you all to be quiet and listen, or else I will be forced to teach you a lesson. For now you may simply think of me as your older sister Ram--
You there. [ She stops, to point out someone in the audience. ] Your predatory gaze makes me feel uncomfortable. Please think on your actions and if you must, take the next train to Kyoto and jump of the stage at Kiyomizu−I'm sorry that this stage is not tall enough.
[ Sooo. This is going well. Hopefully someone can join in as her straightman/tsukkomi and call her out for her over the top reaction! ]
c − Radical Roombas
[ While a bunch of Roomba's terrorize the streets with their honestly hilariously taped on knives, Ram has found herself a spot sitting on top of the nearest vending machine with her legs crossed, drinking from a can of coffee without a care in the world.
Those Roomba's are probably dangerous, whizzing this way and that, with the odd cry of pain from some poor person who walked into one at the wrong time, but she doesn't seem bothered at all. If anyone might ask why she's not doing anything about it, there's a simple answer. ]
Why should I stop them? They make less work for me. I should take one back home with me.
[ As ever a paragon of her occupation, a maid amongst maids. ]
Ram | Re:Zero − Starting Life in Another World | Shinki
No, please, feel free to out first. I will watch your back from here inside.
[ With all that purple looking air outside the deserted convenient store, someone has taken it upon herself to be the one to stay inside, safe, and not out there, likely dying quickly of asphyxiation.
And yet, she speaks in a simple tone that almost makes it sound like she were doing her partner a favor, if it wasn't so apparent that she simply doesn't feel like putting out any actual effort! After all, with her ability she can manipulate air as she has already to get them this far, but it's tiring and she refuses to put forth more effort unless she has to.
For someone who dresses as a maid, it almost seems like she should be a bit of a harder worker, doesn't it? ]
Try not to die.
b − Quick Quips
[ As things happened, somehow Ram found herself behind a microphone in a dimly lit bar that she is probably not even supposed to be in considering she's still just 18. Not that she cares. No, she was given a task and so for the sake of her God she will accomplish it, and then reap the rewards. If there's one thing she will actually work hard towards (well, in her own skewed scale anyway) it's towards being praised for the genius she is.
Stepping up to the microphone she holds herself as calmly and elegantly as one might expect of a girl who prides herself on her skills as a maid. And yet, maybe she should do a little better job at not looking down at the audience like she were some sort of dictator, with that smug grin on her face. ]
Hello, welcome, irasshai, bonjour, hola. I would like to ask you all to be quiet and listen, or else I will be forced to teach you a lesson. For now you may simply think of me as your older sister Ram--
You there. [ She stops, to point out someone in the audience. ] Your predatory gaze makes me feel uncomfortable. Please think on your actions and if you must, take the next train to Kyoto and jump of the stage at Kiyomizu−I'm sorry that this stage is not tall enough.
[ Sooo. This is going well. Hopefully someone can join in as her straightman/tsukkomi and call her out for her over the top reaction! ]
c − Radical Roombas
[ While a bunch of Roomba's terrorize the streets with their honestly hilariously taped on knives, Ram has found herself a spot sitting on top of the nearest vending machine with her legs crossed, drinking from a can of coffee without a care in the world.
Those Roomba's are probably dangerous, whizzing this way and that, with the odd cry of pain from some poor person who walked into one at the wrong time, but she doesn't seem bothered at all. If anyone might ask why she's not doing anything about it, there's a simple answer. ]
Why should I stop them? They make less work for me. I should take one back home with me.
[ As ever a paragon of her occupation, a maid amongst maids. ]