[Sera reacts to finding herself in a strange place wearing strange clothes like a cat might react to being shoved in a bag -- wildly, and entirely willing to hurt anything that gets too close.
She runs. Her elf-y, rogue-y stealth seems to have disappeared with her weapons, her clothes, her friends.
She runs until she runs into a person, and to that person she shouts:]
Eat it, piss-bag!
[Before throwing a wild punch at the stranger's face.
Because that's what you do when there aren't any arrows.]
[pet thing]
[By all accounts, Sera is one of the very last people in all of everything, everywhere, that one might decide should have a pet.
But that doesn't mean she can't want one. Or...pretend she wants one in order to harass a poor boutique employee, as the case may be.
Anyone passing by the boutique might take notice of a shabby elven woman arguing loudly with the clerk inside.]
-- But you can do it, so just friggin' do it! I've filled your stupid papers. [She's actually just wrote "Blackwall!!! ROAARGH!!" in the animal's name field and drew an enormous cat devouring stick figures over the rest of the form.]
Right, so. Dragon-sized cat, pink, big stupid wings, [she counts off on her fingers] shoots swords or something from its mouth...and her name is Blackwall. Do it. Do it and I won't throw a knife at your bits.
Oh! And make sure it comes with a saddle. Obviously.
[It might seem that she's suddenly decided to embrace the weird and magical and possibly-demonic but she's having more fun making a scene.]
sera / dragon age: inquisition
[Sera reacts to finding herself in a strange place wearing strange clothes like a cat might react to being shoved in a bag -- wildly, and entirely willing to hurt anything that gets too close.
She runs. Her elf-y, rogue-y stealth seems to have disappeared with her weapons, her clothes, her friends.
She runs until she runs into a person, and to that person she shouts:]
Eat it, piss-bag!
[Before throwing a wild punch at the stranger's face.
Because that's what you do when there aren't any arrows.]
[pet thing]
[By all accounts, Sera is one of the very last people in all of everything, everywhere, that one might decide should have a pet.
But that doesn't mean she can't want one. Or...pretend she wants one in order to harass a poor boutique employee, as the case may be.
Anyone passing by the boutique might take notice of a shabby elven woman arguing loudly with the clerk inside.]
-- But you can do it, so just friggin' do it! I've filled your stupid papers. [She's actually just wrote "Blackwall!!! ROAARGH!!" in the animal's name field and drew an enormous cat devouring stick figures over the rest of the form.]
Right, so. Dragon-sized cat, pink, big stupid wings, [she counts off on her fingers] shoots swords or something from its mouth...and her name is Blackwall. Do it. Do it and I won't throw a knife at your bits.
Oh! And make sure it comes with a saddle. Obviously.
[It might seem that she's suddenly decided to embrace the weird and magical and possibly-demonic but she's having more fun making a scene.]