[Eleanor... well, she wasn't sure where she was. She'd been all over the world thanks to her travels with both the Abbey and Aifread's crew, but this beach wasn't familiar in the slightest. She frowns, her brows knitting together in concern, before pulling herself up. If she could find civilization...
Her travel is shortlived, though, when she's met with a man leveling a gun at her chest. Not an unusual turn of events, considering her life, but still a worrying one. Especially when her spear was nowhere to be found.
Thankfully, Eleanor is good at mediation. Or at least, she hopes her skills in it will help her now.]
H-Hey—[She stumbles for a moment.]—There's no need for that, is there? We could just talk. I'm not here to cause any harm.
You're not causing harm yet monster—
Monster!? Sir, I assure you, if you'd just let me speak with you calmly—
[She might need some help.]
B. dyster
[Eleanor doesn't quite know where she is, but the fervent atmosphere is enough to set her on edge. Fervent rarely means good, especially in her experience thus far with the Abbey, and how it took her some time to break free of how it made her think. She frowns, taking cautious steps around. She's trying to find some kind of exit, since being here sends an unpleasant chill up her spine. She's trying to not be noticed, but there's only so much one can do to not be noticable when not engaging in whatever's going on around her.
If she finds someone else who seems out of place, she'll... cautiously approach them.]
Eleanor Hume | Tales of Berseria
[Eleanor... well, she wasn't sure where she was. She'd been all over the world thanks to her travels with both the Abbey and Aifread's crew, but this beach wasn't familiar in the slightest. She frowns, her brows knitting together in concern, before pulling herself up. If she could find civilization...
Her travel is shortlived, though, when she's met with a man leveling a gun at her chest. Not an unusual turn of events, considering her life, but still a worrying one. Especially when her spear was nowhere to be found.
Thankfully, Eleanor is good at mediation. Or at least, she hopes her skills in it will help her now.]
H-Hey—[She stumbles for a moment.]—There's no need for that, is there? We could just talk. I'm not here to cause any harm.
You're not causing harm yet monster—
Monster!? Sir, I assure you, if you'd just let me speak with you calmly—
[She might need some help.]
B. dyster
[Eleanor doesn't quite know where she is, but the fervent atmosphere is enough to set her on edge. Fervent rarely means good, especially in her experience thus far with the Abbey, and how it took her some time to break free of how it made her think. She frowns, taking cautious steps around. She's trying to find some kind of exit, since being here sends an unpleasant chill up her spine. She's trying to not be noticed, but there's only so much one can do to not be noticable when not engaging in whatever's going on around her.
If she finds someone else who seems out of place, she'll... cautiously approach them.]
Do you... know where we are?