Arrival When Glimmer comes to, she doesn't know where she's expecting to have found herself. Laid out on someone's couch, shivering from the cold permeating the building when there's no blanket to cover her, was extremely low on her list. Did she just pass out, after that beam took her and Hordak...?
Everything still aches, exhaustion hanging in her bones, and she grunts quietly as she pushes herself up into a sitting position, legs curled up underneath her, and she takes a moment to hold one palm up so a small, brilliant orb of sparkles can coalesce above it, and there's a quiet sigh of relief from her. She's still charged, somehow.
It's only then that she actually looks around, seeing if there's anyone present in this weird room she's woken up in. "...hello?"
Frosty Protections Well, at least there was a thick,light purple coat for her to wear, so she doesn't have to go outside in her extremely thin, temperate-weather-only outfit. Her hands are still bare, but that means she's more disposed towards picking up one of the bowls of weird dumplings and holding it against her chest, rather than just picking some to eat standing at the table.
Because she still feels very awkward and nervous and completely mildly unsettled about whatever the hell is happening right now; but warm food is warm food, and it's nice to just be able to enjoy something that feels normal - the dumplings remind her of the ones she used to make with her mother, even if they seem like they're made of something other than flour.
However, she has taken an entire bowl to herself, which is less than polite.
Of Hooves and Horns There is a very short, surprisingly aggressive little Krampus figure flashing around with a wickedly gleeful laugh, letting out the kind of totally unhinged manic laugh that only comes when that person is having the most fun they've had in forever - which seems to stand true for this short one, especially after it scores a really good crack on someone's ribs with its whip.
But it doesn't try to run-- instead, it sparkles, and in a blink of glitter the figure vanishes, cropping up in the same-said sparkles a distance away: it could be a few metres, it could be halfway across town, or it could be directly on the other side of the poor individual they're tormenting, but they're definitely .teleporting.
Which is gonna make it a bitch to get the mask off them.
Queen Glimmer | She-Ra and the Princesses of Power
Arrival
When Glimmer comes to, she doesn't know where she's expecting to have found herself. Laid out on someone's couch, shivering from the cold permeating the building when there's no blanket to cover her, was extremely low on her list. Did she just pass out, after that beam took her and Hordak...?
Everything still aches, exhaustion hanging in her bones, and she grunts quietly as she pushes herself up into a sitting position, legs curled up underneath her, and she takes a moment to hold one palm up so a small, brilliant orb of sparkles can coalesce above it, and there's a quiet sigh of relief from her. She's still charged, somehow.
It's only then that she actually looks around, seeing if there's anyone present in this weird room she's woken up in. "...hello?"
Frosty Protections
Well, at least there was a thick, light purple coat for her to wear, so she doesn't have to go outside in her extremely thin, temperate-weather-only outfit. Her hands are still bare, but that means she's more disposed towards picking up one of the bowls of weird dumplings and holding it against her chest, rather than just picking some to eat standing at the table.
Because she still feels very awkward and nervous and
completelymildly unsettled about whatever the hell is happening right now; but warm food is warm food, and it's nice to just be able to enjoy something that feels normal - the dumplings remind her of the ones she used to make with her mother, even if they seem like they're made of something other than flour.However, she has taken an entire bowl to herself, which is less than polite.
Of Hooves and Horns
There is a very short, surprisingly aggressive little Krampus figure flashing around with a wickedly gleeful laugh, letting out the kind of totally unhinged manic laugh that only comes when that person is having the most fun they've had in forever - which seems to stand true for this short one, especially after it scores a really good crack on someone's ribs with its whip.
But it doesn't try to run-- instead, it sparkles, and in a blink of glitter the figure vanishes, cropping up in the same-said sparkles a distance away: it could be a few metres, it could be halfway across town, or it could be directly on the other side of the poor individual they're tormenting, but they're definitely .teleporting.
Which is gonna make it a bitch to get the mask off them.