Ah... [zarya has her hands on her waist and is surveying the training area.] Is just like home! Although...
[she clomps over to a nearby weapons rack, leaving heavy foot prints. even if she no longer has her particle cannon, the heavy armour she wore while wielding it remained. the fact her footprints leave the name of a company that doesn't exist in the same galaxy amused her for all of five seconds. anyway, she carefully takes a sword off the rack - a claymore. holding it in one hand. is she showing off or does she genuinely not know enough about swords to realise it's for two hands? that's up for debate.]
Advanced enough for space travel and holotech, but still using swords? [it's a question she's asking herself as well as anyone nearby.] I cannot be the only one finding this strange. Perhaps if they were a peaceful civilization...
[but seeing as they're in the middle of a WAR...]
b. snow problem
[she manages to explore for all of five minutes before a snowball hits the side of her head, and she whips around to see... a pair of scared looking children. if she had to guess, one of them had dared the other to throw a snowball at the giant pink haired lady, not expecting them to actually take up the challenge.
it's a struggle, but she keeps her expression stony as the terrified child slowly raises his arm to point at his friend, who squawks in reply.]
Didn't your parents ever teach you... [she keeps her voice level.] how to properly pack snowballs?
[yeah there's no way this was going to go any other way. minutes later, zarya can be found sitting on the ground with the two showing them how to pack snowballs for a perfect hardness/softness ratio.]
c. pvp flagged
Stand down.
[it's a powerful command; zarya may not be in a position of authority, but she still seems like it with her stature, posture and sword and shield drawn.]
You seem like me. I don't think we will benefit from drawing blood over this. [she narrows her eyes.] But do not take me for a fool ready to lay down in her own grave.
It is up to you how this day ends.
wildcard
[CUT THE BRAKES WILDCAAAAAARD i'm on jabbers if you want to discuss anything!]
zarya / overwatch / ota / also voice testing!
Ah... [zarya has her hands on her waist and is surveying the training area.] Is just like home! Although...
[she clomps over to a nearby weapons rack, leaving heavy foot prints. even if she no longer has her particle cannon, the heavy armour she wore while wielding it remained. the fact her footprints leave the name of a company that doesn't exist in the same galaxy amused her for all of five seconds. anyway, she carefully takes a sword off the rack - a claymore. holding it in one hand. is she showing off or does she genuinely not know enough about swords to realise it's for two hands? that's up for debate.]
Advanced enough for space travel and holotech, but still using swords? [it's a question she's asking herself as well as anyone nearby.] I cannot be the only one finding this strange. Perhaps if they were a peaceful civilization...
[but seeing as they're in the middle of a WAR...]
b. snow problem
[she manages to explore for all of five minutes before a snowball hits the side of her head, and she whips around to see... a pair of scared looking children. if she had to guess, one of them had dared the other to throw a snowball at the giant pink haired lady, not expecting them to actually take up the challenge.
it's a struggle, but she keeps her expression stony as the terrified child slowly raises his arm to point at his friend, who squawks in reply.]
Didn't your parents ever teach you... [she keeps her voice level.] how to properly pack snowballs?
[yeah there's no way this was going to go any other way. minutes later, zarya can be found sitting on the ground with the two showing them how to pack snowballs for a perfect hardness/softness ratio.]
c. pvp flagged
Stand down.
[it's a powerful command; zarya may not be in a position of authority, but she still seems like it with her stature, posture and sword and shield drawn.]
You seem like me. I don't think we will benefit from drawing blood over this. [she narrows her eyes.] But do not take me for a fool ready to lay down in her own grave.
It is up to you how this day ends.
wildcard
[CUT THE BRAKES WILDCAAAAAARD i'm on