[It was a dark and sexy night, and then it wasn't. Isabela awakens with a yawn and an indulgent stretch, taking in the unfamiliar clothes in an unfamiliar place. She observes, she learns, but she doesn't immediately jump at anyone's throat. It's a situation where little can be done until she gets her bearings, so she begins to look around for her clothing.
A futile exercise, apparently. So she looks over to the little device-glasses-whatever thing--she couldn't really put a name on it if she tried, and it doesn't look useful--and picks it up. Now that the situation is sinking in and she's getting irritated by whatever is on her back--she reaches back, touches them, frowns--it's time to get something done.
A recorded message blares at her, and that's new, and not good, really one of those things she'd like to avoid. But soon enough she understands (however one can) and starts... well, pressing the most likely buttons. It makes the thing happen.]
--like you can use it for anything I'd care about.
[There's a little bit of thunking as she tests various usages of the communication device.]
SCENARIO B [Beautiful, dark-skinned, luxuriously raven-haired woman walking confidently down the street in her hospital gown. Discuss.]
[NOTE: I am playing her from DA2 atm, but should be getting my hands on the comics any day now.]
Isabela | Dragon Age 2 | #1, two prompts
[It was a dark and sexy night, and then it wasn't. Isabela awakens with a yawn and an indulgent stretch, taking in the unfamiliar clothes in an unfamiliar place. She observes, she learns, but she doesn't immediately jump at anyone's throat. It's a situation where little can be done until she gets her bearings, so she begins to look around for her clothing.
A futile exercise, apparently. So she looks over to the little device-glasses-whatever thing--she couldn't really put a name on it if she tried, and it doesn't look useful--and picks it up. Now that the situation is sinking in and she's getting irritated by whatever is on her back--she reaches back, touches them, frowns--it's time to get something done.
A recorded message blares at her, and that's new, and not good, really one of those things she'd like to avoid. But soon enough she understands (however one can) and starts... well, pressing the most likely buttons. It makes the thing happen.]
--like you can use it for anything I'd care about.
[There's a little bit of thunking as she tests various usages of the communication device.]
SCENARIO B
[Beautiful, dark-skinned, luxuriously raven-haired woman walking confidently down the street in her hospital gown. Discuss.]
[NOTE: I am playing her from DA2 atm, but should be getting my hands on the comics any day now.]