Nightfall is the picture of a well-behaved child from the moment she enters the vehicle. She takes a seat somewhere in the middle and sits with her hands in her lap. Once the bus has taken off she pulls a paperback book out of a small (but cute, and seemingly designed to perfectly match her costume) rucksack. She spends the first hour and a half basically devouring the contents of the book, having finished it well within that time.
After putting her book away she looks to a person next to her and says, a particularly child-like smile on her face as she does, "It's really nice of them to let us use such extravagant busses, isn't it?"
Internally, she wasn't all that impressed by the bus - not that it wasn't cool and all, it was just not exactly all that safe. All it took was one idiot driver, or even idiot passenger with too much alcohol in their system, to end up with a huge problem, and worse, an even longer commute.
The museum
Nightfall keeps a look of polite interest on her face during the entire tour. She occasionally raises her hand to ask questions, but in the end she's already familiar with the things she's asking about.
See, recon was important to her, and that included finding out what cryptids here matched up with those back in her world. Some of the creatures mentioned had been confirmed to exist in her world, while others were merely rumoured. There were yet more she hadn't heard of, but she kept in mind just in the off chance she might remember them when she went home, or in the less-off chance that she might run into them while here.
The tour was almost done when she stopped dead in her tracks, her smile looking a little forced while her eyes widened. She was staring at a particular piece of imagery. Anyone capable of reading auras, or even extremely subtle body language might notice fear there even without seeing her face.
On the Beach
There were few things that Nightfall hated fighting more than the undead. Robots were a pain for her, but in the end she usually had LAN there for her to make up for the fact she couldn't hurt them. Undead on the other hand typically needed either a great deal of force or a great deal of force focused on the person(s) who were controlling them, and it was always messy. Then, depending on the type of undead, there was the possibility of contamination and having to be put down. She did not want to relive the fate of Florida's Hero League members in 1995, and the video of their (repeated) executions used as training footage had hammered that in.
Nonetheless, she was a hero, and that meant braving anything thrown her way. While she couldn't do much, even with the three foot pipe she had found and helpfully placed a purple ribbon on, she could act as backup. Luckily she had found someone who had more use in the fight and had basically glommed on to them.
"There are some coming from our left," she said as she readied herself to swing at the back of the neck of a revenant that had 'tried' to sneak up on them. It seemed decayed enough, and thus slow enough, that she would be perfectly safe getting in reasonably close.
She took the swing, her training making it look effortless even though there was quite a lot of effort involved. The undead went down, but was clearly not dead-dead again. "We might want to move back a few yards and regroup in case there are more than it appears."
Sure enough, some were coming up out of the waves no more than four yards away, their heads just barely sticking out of the water.
Nightfall | Registered | OTA
Nightfall is the picture of a well-behaved child from the moment she enters the vehicle. She takes a seat somewhere in the middle and sits with her hands in her lap. Once the bus has taken off she pulls a paperback book out of a small (but cute, and seemingly designed to perfectly match her costume) rucksack. She spends the first hour and a half basically devouring the contents of the book, having finished it well within that time.
After putting her book away she looks to a person next to her and says, a particularly child-like smile on her face as she does, "It's really nice of them to let us use such extravagant busses, isn't it?"
Internally, she wasn't all that impressed by the bus - not that it wasn't cool and all, it was just not exactly all that safe. All it took was one idiot driver, or even idiot passenger with too much alcohol in their system, to end up with a huge problem, and worse, an even longer commute.
The museum
Nightfall keeps a look of polite interest on her face during the entire tour. She occasionally raises her hand to ask questions, but in the end she's already familiar with the things she's asking about.
See, recon was important to her, and that included finding out what cryptids here matched up with those back in her world. Some of the creatures mentioned had been confirmed to exist in her world, while others were merely rumoured. There were yet more she hadn't heard of, but she kept in mind just in the off chance she might remember them when she went home, or in the less-off chance that she might run into them while here.
The tour was almost done when she stopped dead in her tracks, her smile looking a little forced while her eyes widened. She was staring at a particular piece of imagery. Anyone capable of reading auras, or even extremely subtle body language might notice fear there even without seeing her face.
On the Beach
There were few things that Nightfall hated fighting more than the undead. Robots were a pain for her, but in the end she usually had LAN there for her to make up for the fact she couldn't hurt them. Undead on the other hand typically needed either a great deal of force or a great deal of force focused on the person(s) who were controlling them, and it was always messy. Then, depending on the type of undead, there was the possibility of contamination and having to be put down. She did not want to relive the fate of Florida's Hero League members in 1995, and the video of their (repeated) executions used as training footage had hammered that in.
Nonetheless, she was a hero, and that meant braving anything thrown her way. While she couldn't do much, even with the three foot pipe she had found and helpfully placed a purple ribbon on, she could act as backup. Luckily she had found someone who had more use in the fight and had basically glommed on to them.
"There are some coming from our left," she said as she readied herself to swing at the back of the neck of a revenant that had 'tried' to sneak up on them. It seemed decayed enough, and thus slow enough, that she would be perfectly safe getting in reasonably close.
She took the swing, her training making it look effortless even though there was quite a lot of effort involved. The undead went down, but was clearly not dead-dead again. "We might want to move back a few yards and regroup in case there are more than it appears."
Sure enough, some were coming up out of the waves no more than four yards away, their heads just barely sticking out of the water.
She readied another blow.