[ Monika's already testy enough. All she wanted to do was explore the beach! Do something normal! But noooo. Of course the resort has to be the way it is and insist that her cute and flowy sundress wasn't good enough beach attire. It's not skimpy swimwear! It can't show off her ~assets~! She can't breast boobily down the beach unless everything's flying free like dicks for Harambe! Blah blah blah blah blah blahhhh!!!
So. When she sees Ragna getting pestered by lifeguards? It's fucking on.
Now, she's been described as athletic in her game, and she does what she can to maintain her vague sportsball skills at the gym. In some instances, that innate skill has been a real help at the resort. This will be another instance. The cackling shrieks of the lifeguards are abruptly cut off, not by Ragna's fists of fury, but by a volleyball flying at one of the stupid gulls's heads, hitting with a magnificent spray of feathers. No one ever said volleyballs can't double as a projectile, especially when one's been kicked like it's the head of one of her enemies. ]
Get your feathery butts away from him!
[ She's stomping forward, kicking up sand, another volleyball tucked under her arm and ready to go. While she is wearing a skimpy yellow bikini, she used her rank (read: bullied other birdbrains) to get some other things to cover it up. If she's got to be mostly naked in public, it's going to be on her terms!
Also? She protects what's hers. When she's close enough, her other volleyball is launched at another lifeguard. They dodge it, but the message is becoming quite clear as Hurricane Monika, Category 9, prepares to sweep through and wreak havoc on the local bird population. ]
The only one that can bully him is me! [ She points towards an ice cream stall, glaring at one of the lady birds that isn't helping the others tend to their fallen feath-ren. ] Get him a fresh ice cream cone! And the rest of you? Go the fuck away!
[ She'd normally be more dignified with such a request, but she's beyond caring about fake niceties. That, and her Spade's probably acting up while she's been making another attempt at being "good" for the Player.
With another round of shouting, plus a threat to chop heads off that she sounds very serious about, the flock scatters. The fallen one's left abandoned in the sand. She gives their ribs a small kick, grumbling to herself. ]
Ugh. This place is so annoying sometimes. [ Crossing her arms, she tilts her head at Ragna while idly shoving the gull's head with the tip of her shoe. ] Is your first answer to everything always violence? Use your words sometimes.
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So. When she sees Ragna getting pestered by lifeguards? It's fucking on.
Now, she's been described as athletic in her game, and she does what she can to maintain her vague sportsball skills at the gym. In some instances, that innate skill has been a real help at the resort. This will be another instance. The cackling shrieks of the lifeguards are abruptly cut off, not by Ragna's fists of fury, but by a volleyball flying at one of the stupid gulls's heads, hitting with a magnificent spray of feathers. No one ever said volleyballs can't double as a projectile, especially when one's been kicked like it's the head of one of her enemies. ]
Get your feathery butts away from him!
[ She's stomping forward, kicking up sand, another volleyball tucked under her arm and ready to go. While she is wearing a skimpy yellow bikini, she used her rank (read: bullied other birdbrains) to get some other things to cover it up. If she's got to be mostly naked in public, it's going to be on her terms!
Also? She protects what's hers. When she's close enough, her other volleyball is launched at another lifeguard. They dodge it, but the message is becoming quite clear as Hurricane Monika, Category 9, prepares to sweep through and wreak havoc on the local bird population. ]
The only one that can bully him is me! [ She points towards an ice cream stall, glaring at one of the lady birds that isn't helping the others tend to their fallen feath-ren. ] Get him a fresh ice cream cone! And the rest of you? Go the fuck away!
[ She'd normally be more dignified with such a request, but she's beyond caring about fake niceties. That, and her Spade's probably acting up while she's been making another attempt at being "good" for the Player.
With another round of shouting, plus a threat to chop heads off that she sounds very serious about, the flock scatters. The fallen one's left abandoned in the sand. She gives their ribs a small kick, grumbling to herself. ]
Ugh. This place is so annoying sometimes. [ Crossing her arms, she tilts her head at Ragna while idly shoving the gull's head with the tip of her shoe. ] Is your first answer to everything always violence? Use your words sometimes.