[Courtly politeness or not, being kissed by something dead is disgusting and Diana's not the least bit shy about expressing her distaste. She shudders dramatically and snatches her hand away, giving the corpse an fierce glare as if assessing whether to smack it across the face. In fact, without really thinking about it, Diana raises her fist but it stops mid-strike. On one hand, the vile creature could use a liittle discouragement from going up to pretty young ladies such as herself and a solid backhand to the face feels like both an reasonable and reliable solution to the problem.
But on the other hand. Dead thing. Eww. She'd have to touch it again and that's just gross.]
What to do, what to do...
[Is teaching it some proper manners worth getting her hands dirty? Decisions, decisions.]
Dark Deeds
[After the lights go out, a loud clang and rattle followed by a muttered stream of blistering curses in a sharp British accent as Diana walks straight into a trash can. Can't a girl walk and think at the same time without inanimate objects trying to kill her all over again? Another loud clang resonates in area as an irritable Diana kicks the offending trashcan.]
Stupid trashcan! When we find the things causing these blackouts, we're beating them up first. Then you can rend them.
[It's only right that the little trolls suffer horribly before they die.]
Giant Goats
And now it's over-sized livestock? Do we look like goatherds to you?
[It's not clear just who Diana's complaining to up to in the Heavens but she's certainly bold about it, yelling at the sky and stomping her foot. It's just bluster really, letting off steam. It's not like anyone's probably listening anyway. They're probably all busy doing whateve godly things it is they do up there while she and the other hardworking newcomers deal with this mess.
With a deep, frustrated sigh, Diana turns to her partner.]
Just what do they expect us to do to fix all of this anyway?
Diana | Rule of Rose | Shinki
[Courtly politeness or not, being kissed by something dead is disgusting and Diana's not the least bit shy about expressing her distaste. She shudders dramatically and snatches her hand away, giving the corpse an fierce glare as if assessing whether to smack it across the face. In fact, without really thinking about it, Diana raises her fist but it stops mid-strike. On one hand, the vile creature could use a liittle discouragement from going up to pretty young ladies such as herself and a solid backhand to the face feels like both an reasonable and reliable solution to the problem.
But on the other hand. Dead thing. Eww. She'd have to touch it again and that's just gross.]
What to do, what to do...
[Is teaching it some proper manners worth getting her hands dirty? Decisions, decisions.]
Dark Deeds
[After the lights go out, a loud clang and rattle followed by a muttered stream of blistering curses in a sharp British accent as Diana walks straight into a trash can. Can't a girl walk and think at the same time without inanimate objects trying to kill her all over again? Another loud clang resonates in area as an irritable Diana kicks the offending trashcan.]
Stupid trashcan! When we find the things causing these blackouts, we're beating them up first. Then you can rend them.
[It's only right that the little trolls suffer horribly before they die.]
Giant Goats
And now it's over-sized livestock? Do we look like goatherds to you?
[It's not clear just who Diana's complaining to up to in the Heavens but she's certainly bold about it, yelling at the sky and stomping her foot. It's just bluster really, letting off steam. It's not like anyone's probably listening anyway. They're probably all busy doing whateve godly things it is they do up there while she and the other hardworking newcomers deal with this mess.
With a deep, frustrated sigh, Diana turns to her partner.]
Just what do they expect us to do to fix all of this anyway?