[Lucy isn't entirely sure why she's not that cold. It's adrenaline, she thinks, not bothering to try to process the significance of body chemistry and her enhancements in making sure that she doesn't stop, won't stop until the last person is accounted for. Not a hero, not really, not in the conventional way. Why would she ever look at herself like that? It's better to see herself as she is: tough, capable, fragile n a level no one needs know about, but completely and utterly durable otherwise. She is an instrument through which to achieve success, and that's what matters right now.
A hand out, maybe even two, she pulls people from drifts, steadies them and guides them to safer ground when they lack the ability to trudge over themselves. She pushes through doors, chips away at ice and digs, digs, until she gets people to safety.
In a brief lull, she pauses to catch her breath, looking up to the artificial sky and huffing a bit. Just another day of surviving, she thinks. Though she's in her own little world for a moment, she soon acknowledges anyone nearby with a small nod before getting back to her task.]
5
[You start with a gun in hand, looking at it in a confused manner, perhaps curious, perhaps frightened. Everyone does. But maybe you're more advanced than that. Either way, Lucy looks at you with a stern expression, not bothering to speak as she delicately repositions your gun and gives you a nod. She seems about to speak, but hesitates, moving down the short line and making sure everyone is ready. It's a dummy exercise, no real shots fired, but if your position is good and you understand the gun, you'll get a small comment of approval when all is said and done. It's her job to teach people to be fighters.]
Nice job.
[It's spoken quietly, but firmly enough that you know it's sincere.]
[OOC; Canon point is during Glasslands, shortly after her confrontation with Dr. Halsey.]
Lucy-B091 | Halo
[Lucy isn't entirely sure why she's not that cold. It's adrenaline, she thinks, not bothering to try to process the significance of body chemistry and her enhancements in making sure that she doesn't stop, won't stop until the last person is accounted for. Not a hero, not really, not in the conventional way. Why would she ever look at herself like that? It's better to see herself as she is: tough, capable, fragile n a level no one needs know about, but completely and utterly durable otherwise. She is an instrument through which to achieve success, and that's what matters right now.
A hand out, maybe even two, she pulls people from drifts, steadies them and guides them to safer ground when they lack the ability to trudge over themselves. She pushes through doors, chips away at ice and digs, digs, until she gets people to safety.
In a brief lull, she pauses to catch her breath, looking up to the artificial sky and huffing a bit. Just another day of surviving, she thinks. Though she's in her own little world for a moment, she soon acknowledges anyone nearby with a small nod before getting back to her task.]
5
[You start with a gun in hand, looking at it in a confused manner, perhaps curious, perhaps frightened. Everyone does. But maybe you're more advanced than that. Either way, Lucy looks at you with a stern expression, not bothering to speak as she delicately repositions your gun and gives you a nod. She seems about to speak, but hesitates, moving down the short line and making sure everyone is ready. It's a dummy exercise, no real shots fired, but if your position is good and you understand the gun, you'll get a small comment of approval when all is said and done. It's her job to teach people to be fighters.]
Nice job.
[It's spoken quietly, but firmly enough that you know it's sincere.]
[OOC; Canon point is during Glasslands, shortly after her confrontation with Dr. Halsey.]