First Person: [Ingrid steps off the train in what may as well be her underwear. She's barefoot, clothed in nothing but a pair of track shorts and a sports bra. Her state of dress is the last thing on her mind, however. Certainly, it's of no concern when compared to the larger issue at hand: she doesn't know where she is or how she got here. It's not a situation she ever expected to face, mostly because kidnapping a Pandora is both highly dangerous and highly foolish. Does the culprit understand what will happen once the Chevalier hear word of this?]
[Despite her circumstances, there's no panic in her mind as she assesses the situation. In fact, you might even say it's because of her circumstances. After all, when faced with a situation like this, being able to calmly assess the facts can be the difference between life and death.]
[Later, once she has gleaned as much information as she can, she addresses the communicator that arrived with her. She has taken the time to correct her state of dress by now, dressed tidily in her school's uniform when she broadcasts. First impressions are important, after all.]
This is Ingrid Bernstein of West Genetics. If there are any Pandora receiving this transmission, please respond. [The words are delivered with professional coolness. She's the real picture of a soldier, despite her age. Her expression is serious but emotionless, even as she adds:] I need to return as soon as possible, so I would like to coordinate our efforts. There is an important task I have been assigned, and I must complete it.
Third Person: Even if she were trapped here, Ingrid wasn't about to be lax in her training. No— Especially if she were trapped here. It wouldn't do at all for her to return to the school with her skills rusty. As a member of the student council, it was important for her to serve as an example of discipline to the younger students, and... Well, she still had Satellizer's punishment to deliver. It wouldn't do anyone any good if she couldn't even do that upon her return.
The monsters in the park weren't the kind of thing she was used to facing, but she didn't think of that as a bad thing, necessarily. Knowing how to kill them wouldn't help her against other Pandora, and it wouldn't help her against the Nova, but unforeseen circumstances happened. Bettering her skills in adaptability and improvisation could only benefit her, and she could just think of this as practice for thinking on her feet, as would be necessary on a real battlefield.
A third year student, materializing her volt weapon in hand required no more thought from her than breathing. She crouched, and then she zipped forward, her speed faster than what any normal human was capable of—and then faster than the human eye could track, Ingrid propelling herself forward with the most powerful accel turn she could manage. She could only guess at the anatomy of these creatures, but when her blow connected with what she assumed were its ribs, she heard the satisfying crunch of bone. Her force and momentum were such that the monster went careening away, tumbling across the grass and dirt.
She chased it. She wouldn't allow her opponents to escape.
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[Ingrid steps off the train in what may as well be her underwear. She's barefoot, clothed in nothing but a pair of track shorts and a sports bra. Her state of dress is the last thing on her mind, however. Certainly, it's of no concern when compared to the larger issue at hand: she doesn't know where she is or how she got here. It's not a situation she ever expected to face, mostly because kidnapping a Pandora is both highly dangerous and highly foolish. Does the culprit understand what will happen once the Chevalier hear word of this?]
[Despite her circumstances, there's no panic in her mind as she assesses the situation. In fact, you might even say it's because of her circumstances. After all, when faced with a situation like this, being able to calmly assess the facts can be the difference between life and death.]
[Later, once she has gleaned as much information as she can, she addresses the communicator that arrived with her. She has taken the time to correct her state of dress by now, dressed tidily in her school's uniform when she broadcasts. First impressions are important, after all.]
This is Ingrid Bernstein of West Genetics. If there are any Pandora receiving this transmission, please respond. [The words are delivered with professional coolness. She's the real picture of a soldier, despite her age. Her expression is serious but emotionless, even as she adds:] I need to return as soon as possible, so I would like to coordinate our efforts. There is an important task I have been assigned, and I must complete it.
Third Person:
Even if she were trapped here, Ingrid wasn't about to be lax in her training. No— Especially if she were trapped here. It wouldn't do at all for her to return to the school with her skills rusty. As a member of the student council, it was important for her to serve as an example of discipline to the younger students, and... Well, she still had Satellizer's punishment to deliver. It wouldn't do anyone any good if she couldn't even do that upon her return.
The monsters in the park weren't the kind of thing she was used to facing, but she didn't think of that as a bad thing, necessarily. Knowing how to kill them wouldn't help her against other Pandora, and it wouldn't help her against the Nova, but unforeseen circumstances happened. Bettering her skills in adaptability and improvisation could only benefit her, and she could just think of this as practice for thinking on her feet, as would be necessary on a real battlefield.
A third year student, materializing her volt weapon in hand required no more thought from her than breathing. She crouched, and then she zipped forward, her speed faster than what any normal human was capable of—and then faster than the human eye could track, Ingrid propelling herself forward with the most powerful accel turn she could manage. She could only guess at the anatomy of these creatures, but when her blow connected with what she assumed were its ribs, she heard the satisfying crunch of bone. Her force and momentum were such that the monster went careening away, tumbling across the grass and dirt.
She chased it. She wouldn't allow her opponents to escape.