I. [Lucy had given up on trying to dig her heels in or wriggle away ten, fifteen, some...time ago that probably wasn't all that long in actuality. Not having a watch and not being able to get at her phone easily made telling time difficult. It's much easier to tell Lucy's Annoyed, with how her shoulders are all hunched up and she's muttering grumbly things that may or may not be expletives.
Maybe she knows you! In which case all those grumbles are for display only. Maybe she doesn't, and this weird girl with horns(?) and pink hair has been unreasonably cranky the entire time. She had to touch people. This was mortifying.
There's some viruses approaching, though. Lucy doesn't react, though she must have seen them by now.]
III. [To be honest, she wasn't too big on amusement parks either. But it was a relief to be out of the building full of glass and experiments where her feet moved on their own. And though there were all the garish lights and canned music blaring over the speakers, there weren't the teeming swarms of people around. That was surprisingly nice.
Lucy still found something to scowl at on this particular booth. She ignored the game part—something with pellet guns—and stood in front of the prize shelf, arms crossed.
There was an...it wasn't a creature. Not exactly. Its carapace was made of a smooth metal shell, its "arms" made of some kind of solid mist or aerogel substance instead of a humming resonance. And it was warm to the touch, pulsing to an erratic heartbeat.
Next to it is something else. It doesn't just stop at four legs; there's six, eight, endlessly many and shifting into and out of focus. Their precise number is hard to pin down, but there's always enough to keep the creature upright. Its posture is quite similar to the vehicle next to it, like they were similar creatures with and without shells. It has a crown of jagged, bone-white horns on its miniature head.
Lucy can't seem to decide which one she wants to frown at more.]
IV. [At least in regards to the viruses, Lucy was handling things much better. While they aren't targeting her specifically most of the time, a few still swarm in her direction.
And get promptly hurled backwards like some invisible force threw them once they get within two meters of her.
She isn't killing them, though. Instead Lucy's seemed to make a game of grabbing a virus and hurling it into whatever solid, half-conceptualized object catches her attention. Sometimes they crawl back more slowly, sometimes they seem unaffected. Lucy's "collected" quite a few by now, but carries on with her game without a care or the slightest bit of remorse, like a cat toying with a nearly-dead mouse.]
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[Lucy had given up on trying to dig her heels in or wriggle away ten, fifteen, some...time ago that probably wasn't all that long in actuality. Not having a watch and not being able to get at her phone easily made telling time difficult. It's much easier to tell Lucy's Annoyed, with how her shoulders are all hunched up and she's muttering grumbly things that may or may not be expletives.
Maybe she knows you! In which case all those grumbles are for display only. Maybe she doesn't, and this weird girl with horns(?) and pink hair has been unreasonably cranky the entire time. She had to touch people. This was mortifying.
There's some viruses approaching, though. Lucy doesn't react, though she must have seen them by now.]
III.
[To be honest, she wasn't too big on amusement parks either. But it was a relief to be out of the building full of glass and experiments where her feet moved on their own. And though there were all the garish lights and canned music blaring over the speakers, there weren't the teeming swarms of people around. That was surprisingly nice.
Lucy still found something to scowl at on this particular booth. She ignored the game part—something with pellet guns—and stood in front of the prize shelf, arms crossed.
There was an...it wasn't a creature. Not exactly. Its carapace was made of a smooth metal shell, its "arms" made of some kind of solid mist or aerogel substance instead of a humming resonance. And it was warm to the touch, pulsing to an erratic heartbeat.
Next to it is something else. It doesn't just stop at four legs; there's six, eight, endlessly many and shifting into and out of focus. Their precise number is hard to pin down, but there's always enough to keep the creature upright. Its posture is quite similar to the vehicle next to it, like they were similar creatures with and without shells. It has a crown of jagged, bone-white horns on its miniature head.
Lucy can't seem to decide which one she wants to frown at more.]
IV.
[At least in regards to the viruses, Lucy was handling things much better. While they aren't targeting her specifically most of the time, a few still swarm in her direction.
And get promptly hurled backwards like some invisible force threw them once they get within two meters of her.
She isn't killing them, though. Instead Lucy's seemed to make a game of grabbing a virus and hurling it into whatever solid, half-conceptualized object catches her attention. Sometimes they crawl back more slowly, sometimes they seem unaffected. Lucy's "collected" quite a few by now, but carries on with her game without a care or the slightest bit of remorse, like a cat toying with a nearly-dead mouse.]
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