2. ( Wake up in a strange place and suddenly, blizzards.
Blizzards. Those certainly inspire fond memories, don't they? It's not even a specific thought or internal dialogue, but Lara has the feeling of sarcasm, and that's about enough. The sudden change is disturbing as well, uncomfortable and unpleasant beyond the conditions themselves.
What was it Reyes had said? Something about her being bad luck, people around her coming to bad ends. It was one thing to be in Yamatai, another to be here, but both in succession and both with this weather was making her start to think it was her. She shivers, tells herself that she didn't but that she really needs to find warmth, and try to get her bearings. So far there did seem to be one perk: not everyone who saw her here wanted her dead.
That didn't keep her from keeping a sharp grip on her pickaxe. Information, that's what I need.
However, she did have the sneaking suspicion that would require climbing. Everything lately seemed to require climbing, although the weather didn't really lend itself to getting a good outlook. )
Warmth, then.
( To herself, one arm across her abdomen and gripping the other (which is still gripping that pickaxe, yes) as she tries to push through a snow in ragged, bloodied clothes that aren't really up to the task.
lara croft → tomb raider
( Wake up in a strange place and suddenly, blizzards.
Blizzards. Those certainly inspire fond memories, don't they? It's not even a specific thought or internal dialogue, but Lara has the feeling of sarcasm, and that's about enough. The sudden change is disturbing as well, uncomfortable and unpleasant beyond the conditions themselves.
What was it Reyes had said? Something about her being bad luck, people around her coming to bad ends. It was one thing to be in Yamatai, another to be here, but both in succession and both with this weather was making her start to think it was her. She shivers, tells herself that she didn't but that she really needs to find warmth, and try to get her bearings. So far there did seem to be one perk: not everyone who saw her here wanted her dead.
That didn't keep her from keeping a sharp grip on her pickaxe. Information, that's what I need.
However, she did have the sneaking suspicion that would require climbing. Everything lately seemed to require climbing, although the weather didn't really lend itself to getting a good outlook. )
Warmth, then.
( To herself, one arm across her abdomen and gripping the other (which is still gripping that pickaxe, yes) as she tries to push through a snow in ragged, bloodied clothes that aren't really up to the task.
Lara Croft: She makes good life choices. )