[Pulling herself out of the grave had been a terrible hassle, of course, not to mention completely humiliating even in her disoriented state—but she had done it, somehow… only for the heel of her shoe to then promptly catch on something and send her sprawling into the dirt.
She must look ghastly, wild-eyed and filthy, but there is for once no time for her to be concerned with such things. There is something approaching her, a shape in the gloom—a Pokémon? No—a human?
She draws herself upright, snarling, prepared to strike whatever it was away with a tentacle—but Nihilego is gone. So too are her Poké Balls, when she thinks to check for them. She shrinks back then under the stranger's gaze, baring her teeth like a trapped animal.]
Stay—Stay back, you—!
scenario 2
[Truthfully, Lusamine has been rather enjoying all of the attention. The outlandish fashions and offerings of sickly-smelling meats aside, there is a comforting familiarity in being so earnestly fawned over and waited upon, particularly after how jarring her drop into this new world had been. For a time, she is perfectly comfortable listening to her quaintly novel company—the Tågevalgten—natter on, smiling politely all the while.
Alas, there are far more important things for her to be doing. Eventually, the novelty of those silly costumes begins to wear off. There is a new world unfolded before her, she remembers then, glistening with fresh, strange possibilities—and there are real beasts out there to be discovered.
After a moment longer of playing along, thumbing idly through a pamphlet (and gently refusing yet another offer of skewered mystery meat), she decides to reach out to the nearest headdress-less person, lightly placing a hand on their arm before leaning in to speak softly in their ear:]
I don’t suppose they’ll be letting us go any time soon, do you? [She doesn’t seem especially worried, however, instead smiling faintly, conspiratorially.] I think it’s due time we made a break for it. Don’t you?
scenario 5
[The moment someone passes by close enough to hear her, Lusamine speaks up.]
Oh—Hello? Do excuse me. [Excitement and a hint of embarrassment bubble up in a small, girlish giggle.] I hope you’ll pardon my asking, but… What do you call this sweet little creature?
[She holds out her arm then, carefully, to show a large black mosquito perched there, prepared to bite. Lusamine smiles, clearly enamored with the thing.]
Lusamine | Pokémon
[Pulling herself out of the grave had been a terrible hassle, of course, not to mention completely humiliating even in her disoriented state—but she had done it, somehow… only for the heel of her shoe to then promptly catch on something and send her sprawling into the dirt.
She must look ghastly, wild-eyed and filthy, but there is for once no time for her to be concerned with such things. There is something approaching her, a shape in the gloom—a Pokémon? No—a human?
She draws herself upright, snarling, prepared to strike whatever it was away with a tentacle—but Nihilego is gone. So too are her Poké Balls, when she thinks to check for them. She shrinks back then under the stranger's gaze, baring her teeth like a trapped animal.]
Stay—Stay back, you—!
scenario 2
[Truthfully, Lusamine has been rather enjoying all of the attention. The outlandish fashions and offerings of sickly-smelling meats aside, there is a comforting familiarity in being so earnestly fawned over and waited upon, particularly after how jarring her drop into this new world had been. For a time, she is perfectly comfortable listening to her quaintly novel company—the Tågevalgten—natter on, smiling politely all the while.
Alas, there are far more important things for her to be doing. Eventually, the novelty of those silly costumes begins to wear off. There is a new world unfolded before her, she remembers then, glistening with fresh, strange possibilities—and there are real beasts out there to be discovered.
After a moment longer of playing along, thumbing idly through a pamphlet (and gently refusing yet another offer of skewered mystery meat), she decides to reach out to the nearest headdress-less person, lightly placing a hand on their arm before leaning in to speak softly in their ear:]
I don’t suppose they’ll be letting us go any time soon, do you? [She doesn’t seem especially worried, however, instead smiling faintly, conspiratorially.] I think it’s due time we made a break for it. Don’t you?
scenario 5
[The moment someone passes by close enough to hear her, Lusamine speaks up.]
Oh—Hello? Do excuse me. [Excitement and a hint of embarrassment bubble up in a small, girlish giggle.] I hope you’ll pardon my asking, but… What do you call this sweet little creature?
[She holds out her arm then, carefully, to show a large black mosquito perched there, prepared to bite. Lusamine smiles, clearly enamored with the thing.]
It seems to have taken quite a liking to me.