Crystal
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Briefing Room
Fur only did so much in keeping a small body warm, but eventually a point will be reached when it's just not enough. Right now it wasn't enough! Nora's figure would tremble and shrink down, her back sloping as her arms scooped her new suit off the ground, her fingers fumbling with the zipper. "Stupid!" she would think to herself, her long white tail pressed tight between her legs, her undone hair acting as a curtain spreading over her back and arms. She had forgotten to undo the zipper of the suit before she undressed to get in it, and instead of saving time, now she was standing here freezing her tail off, butt naked in front of other butt naked people she hadn't had the time to even get to know yet.
Finally the zipper is undone and she is able to slip her feet through the bunched up legs of the suit. The tight fabric hugs her skin, making it difficult to stretch it along her legs, but she manages. Her tail gets uncomfortable squeezed into the added tail covering of the suit before she starts at the zipper again. Being careful not to catch any fur in it, she zips the suit up to her waist. It it then that she stands up straight again, hands reaching back to grab up handfuls of her long, stringy, white hair. She quickly brings it up on her head in a tight bun before she takes the hair tie that had been dangling from her lips. With the hair now secured and out of the way, she carefully pulls on the rest of the suit, giving an inward sigh of relief as it starts radiating heat onto every inch of her body. The last thing to be done is the helmet. She swipes it up from the floor and, with ears flattened, she pulls it over her head, careful not to knock the bun loose. With two clicks, the helmet comes to life as it is secured to the suit. I get a brief flash of light before the system readings show up at the edge of the helmet's glass face. Now that she was suited up, she took a moment to glance around, seeing some finishing up and others already leaving, including Eden, the XO. She would quickly wrap her belt around her waist before securing it at the front with the click of the inner locking mechanism of the belt buckle, the belt carrying her familiar standard issue type 33 service pistol. She preferred to carry the gun on this mission even if just as a good luck charm.
Briefing Room >>> Under the Center of the Temple
After finishing up with her belt, she maneuvered around a couple people before slipping out of the room, following along with the steady trickle of people leaving the room and following Eden's lead. She would opt to disable the night vision in the helmet as her eyes cold pierce into the dark just as well. Glancing around at the others as she walked, she realized she was much shorter than a majority of them, even the females were much taller on average. She should be used to this by now, given that she's lived as a Yamataian for a couple years now, but it still always got to her how small and meek she seemed compared to the different races more present in Yamatai. She shook her head as she dismissed the thoughts, pinning it on just being self-conscious around these new people.
As the group reaches the large, vaulted room, everyone seems to gather around in their various groups of loose acquaintances or friends. Nora stays off to the side, crouching down and resting her hand on the ice floor as her head swivels around to give her a full view of the place. She waits there, silently watched and listening to the comms as Eden gives an order for one of the other members, one floating up at the ceiling, to cut a hole for entry. "Oh great..flying." she bitterly thinks to herself as the hole it cut open. She slowly stands as others start taking to the air, each in their own varying ways.
Under the Center of the Temple >>> First Level, Temple's Center
A mental command is all it took to get the small wings jutting from her calves to spring to life. She would be shaky and stiff as she lifted slowly off the ground, wobbling in the air. You could liken the feeling of this sort of flight to trying to stand on water as it sloshed around.
Nora would hover there for a moment, heart quickening as she started to panic that something might go wrong, before she swallowed back the fear and gazed up at the hole, picking a target on the visible ceiling of the room above and shooting for that. The fin-like wings on her legs would pulse out more energy as she lifted higher, soaring up to the ceiling and through the hole. She would get going too fast by accident and have to cut off the propulsion fins, her body arcing before quickly descending, drop through the still air like a rock. She would cut it on just before hitting the floor, but it wasn't enough to make the landing very painless. She would drop hard onto her feet, the collected inertia dropper her into a crouch, hands on the ice. To anyone watching, it probably looked like she had just dropped onto the ground like an agile cat. But a moment later, she would pop up and be shaking out her legs, walking in circles and groaning from the shock that had traveled up her legs.
As Eden would dish out the next set of commands and a small map HUD would appear in the top corner of her helmet, Nora would wait to see who started going down which path. She looks back from the south hall to the north before deciding it really didn't matter and slowly walking to the north hall entrance. As she went, she would glance up at the carved statue of the naked woman, her head filled with wonders about what her purpose was, just like her comrades. A simple sigh escapes her, temporarily fogging a small patch of the glass of her helmet before she looked forward again and slowly followed at the tail end of the ground that had gone down the north hall.
Fur only did so much in keeping a small body warm, but eventually a point will be reached when it's just not enough. Right now it wasn't enough! Nora's figure would tremble and shrink down, her back sloping as her arms scooped her new suit off the ground, her fingers fumbling with the zipper. "Stupid!" she would think to herself, her long white tail pressed tight between her legs, her undone hair acting as a curtain spreading over her back and arms. She had forgotten to undo the zipper of the suit before she undressed to get in it, and instead of saving time, now she was standing here freezing her tail off, butt naked in front of other butt naked people she hadn't had the time to even get to know yet.
Finally the zipper is undone and she is able to slip her feet through the bunched up legs of the suit. The tight fabric hugs her skin, making it difficult to stretch it along her legs, but she manages. Her tail gets uncomfortable squeezed into the added tail covering of the suit before she starts at the zipper again. Being careful not to catch any fur in it, she zips the suit up to her waist. It it then that she stands up straight again, hands reaching back to grab up handfuls of her long, stringy, white hair. She quickly brings it up on her head in a tight bun before she takes the hair tie that had been dangling from her lips. With the hair now secured and out of the way, she carefully pulls on the rest of the suit, giving an inward sigh of relief as it starts radiating heat onto every inch of her body. The last thing to be done is the helmet. She swipes it up from the floor and, with ears flattened, she pulls it over her head, careful not to knock the bun loose. With two clicks, the helmet comes to life as it is secured to the suit. I get a brief flash of light before the system readings show up at the edge of the helmet's glass face. Now that she was suited up, she took a moment to glance around, seeing some finishing up and others already leaving, including Eden, the XO. She would quickly wrap her belt around her waist before securing it at the front with the click of the inner locking mechanism of the belt buckle, the belt carrying her familiar standard issue type 33 service pistol. She preferred to carry the gun on this mission even if just as a good luck charm.
Briefing Room >>> Under the Center of the Temple
After finishing up with her belt, she maneuvered around a couple people before slipping out of the room, following along with the steady trickle of people leaving the room and following Eden's lead. She would opt to disable the night vision in the helmet as her eyes cold pierce into the dark just as well. Glancing around at the others as she walked, she realized she was much shorter than a majority of them, even the females were much taller on average. She should be used to this by now, given that she's lived as a Yamataian for a couple years now, but it still always got to her how small and meek she seemed compared to the different races more present in Yamatai. She shook her head as she dismissed the thoughts, pinning it on just being self-conscious around these new people.
As the group reaches the large, vaulted room, everyone seems to gather around in their various groups of loose acquaintances or friends. Nora stays off to the side, crouching down and resting her hand on the ice floor as her head swivels around to give her a full view of the place. She waits there, silently watched and listening to the comms as Eden gives an order for one of the other members, one floating up at the ceiling, to cut a hole for entry. "Oh great..flying." she bitterly thinks to herself as the hole it cut open. She slowly stands as others start taking to the air, each in their own varying ways.
Under the Center of the Temple >>> First Level, Temple's Center
A mental command is all it took to get the small wings jutting from her calves to spring to life. She would be shaky and stiff as she lifted slowly off the ground, wobbling in the air. You could liken the feeling of this sort of flight to trying to stand on water as it sloshed around.
Nora would hover there for a moment, heart quickening as she started to panic that something might go wrong, before she swallowed back the fear and gazed up at the hole, picking a target on the visible ceiling of the room above and shooting for that. The fin-like wings on her legs would pulse out more energy as she lifted higher, soaring up to the ceiling and through the hole. She would get going too fast by accident and have to cut off the propulsion fins, her body arcing before quickly descending, drop through the still air like a rock. She would cut it on just before hitting the floor, but it wasn't enough to make the landing very painless. She would drop hard onto her feet, the collected inertia dropper her into a crouch, hands on the ice. To anyone watching, it probably looked like she had just dropped onto the ground like an agile cat. But a moment later, she would pop up and be shaking out her legs, walking in circles and groaning from the shock that had traveled up her legs.
As Eden would dish out the next set of commands and a small map HUD would appear in the top corner of her helmet, Nora would wait to see who started going down which path. She looks back from the south hall to the north before deciding it really didn't matter and slowly walking to the north hall entrance. As she went, she would glance up at the carved statue of the naked woman, her head filled with wonders about what her purpose was, just like her comrades. A simple sigh escapes her, temporarily fogging a small patch of the glass of her helmet before she looked forward again and slowly followed at the tail end of the ground that had gone down the north hall.
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