So... [ Betty's smile is steadfast as ever—even through the shivering—though it might be a little more awkward than usual. After all, she's barely gotten the hang of using this weird, magic metal square. It still feels like she's just talking to herself. But at least the video function is easier for her to work than text. And she likes being able to see people's faces.
The wind gives a persistent howl, making her flinch and attempt to nestle deeper into the bit of semi-shelter she's found (a little cranny just big enough for a smidgen like her). She continues on, of course, drowning out the wind with a renewed energy in her voice. ]
If you could choose any way to, ya know, go, what would it be? And none of that "peacefully in my sleep" stuff either—everyone knows that doesn't count! [ Maybe she doesn't often face such an inevitable (not to mention slow and painful) doom, but Betty's damn sure no stranger to death. With a career like hers, you kinda have to develop a sense of humor about it.
Gods know she could use a laugh right now. ]
three
It wasn't too close to dark yet. But the weather had taken a turn for the worse early today, and it wasn't showing signs of letting up. Already, it was bad enough that anyone out here would make a beeline for shelter. As long as a place looked warm, who could care about who or what was already in there? Of course, in Betty's case, it was the disturbed snow and warm glow in the window—any sign that a living person might have been in there right now—that drew her to this building.
She barely made a noise as she was approaching, so it probably seemed like the wind itself suddenly flung the door open. But! Sure enough, as if blown in along with the snow and cold, in stumbled a small figure bundled up in a coat that fit more like a dress on her. It took a moment, but with a grunt and a shove she got the door closed behind her. Immediately, wide blue eyes scanned the room, settling very quickly on its other occupant.
"Oh thank the gods," she sighed heavily, slumping back against the door as a tired (but relieved) smile spread across her face, "Now tell me you've found booze in here and I'll freakin' kiss you."
Betty | Rat Queens
one
So... [ Betty's smile is steadfast as ever—even through the shivering—though it might be a little more awkward than usual. After all, she's barely gotten the hang of using this weird, magic metal square. It still feels like she's just talking to herself. But at least the video function is easier for her to work than text. And she likes being able to see people's faces.
The wind gives a persistent howl, making her flinch and attempt to nestle deeper into the bit of semi-shelter she's found (a little cranny just big enough for a smidgen like her). She continues on, of course, drowning out the wind with a renewed energy in her voice. ]
If you could choose any way to, ya know, go, what would it be? And none of that "peacefully in my sleep" stuff either—everyone knows that doesn't count! [ Maybe she doesn't often face such an inevitable (not to mention slow and painful) doom, but Betty's damn sure no stranger to death. With a career like hers, you kinda have to develop a sense of humor about it.
Gods know she could use a laugh right now. ]
three
It wasn't too close to dark yet. But the weather had taken a turn for the worse early today, and it wasn't showing signs of letting up. Already, it was bad enough that anyone out here would make a beeline for shelter. As long as a place looked warm, who could care about who or what was already in there?
Of course, in Betty's case, it was the disturbed snow and warm glow in the window—any sign that a living person might have been in there right now—that drew her to this building.
She barely made a noise as she was approaching, so it probably seemed like the wind itself suddenly flung the door open. But! Sure enough, as if blown in along with the snow and cold, in stumbled a small figure bundled up in a coat that fit more like a dress on her. It took a moment, but with a grunt and a shove she got the door closed behind her. Immediately, wide blue eyes scanned the room, settling very quickly on its other occupant.
"Oh thank the gods," she sighed heavily, slumping back against the door as a tired (but relieved) smile spread across her face, "Now tell me you've found booze in here and I'll freakin' kiss you."