["If you had truly wanted her dead, you would have gone through with it. But you hesitated. Because of us. So I'll forgive you. But just this once."
Those words continue to ring in Dorothy's mind as she wakes to an entirely new place in something of a daze. She'd been dazed enough after being stopped from killing Rapi, from trying to bring Red Hood back, but as Dorothy tries to retrace her steps she comes up blank. Maybe Rapi took matters into her own hands? Rapi had been deeply offended that the Commander held her hand, but this is...
As Dorothy forces herself to stand, she dusts herself off thoroughly. No need to stain her pristine clothes like this; her primary objective is clear once she reaches the terminal, reading it's message over and over again and trying to understand it properly. One might catch her face shifting between annoyance, confusion, exasperation, and something almost...hopeful, maybe. But the second that she hears footsteps coming close, Dorothy is quick to turn to the source of the footsteps and put on her best face.]
Might I ask what you make of this message? It seems like quite the tall task to ask of a group of strangers...
[Still, she manages a smile. Dorothy's demeanor is surprisingly prim despite the situation, and she holds herself upright and gracefully. There's no need to be rude, after all, in an unfamiliar place.
Later, one can find Dorothy seeming to try and take stock of the supplies they have on hand. She seems to try to look through them to little avail, her expression tightening for a moment before she elects to attempt to keep count of them by...drawing out seeming tallies on the ground with her heel, for the time being at least. And yes, she is in fact taking the time to clean off her heel every five tallies or so. She manages a fair few bits of supplies, at least, before looking down to her tallies in frustration.]
...This is woefully inefficient. Well, hopefully nobody destroys anything before I find a more effective method of this...
[Which leads her to exploring--you can find her doing this throughout the entire week, really, and she's actually quite effective at it. Dorothy keeps herself primed and ready to go at a moment's notice, and one can find her further away from the base and seeming to train her watery powers on these poor spider robots. If anything, it almost looks like she's bullying them for practice? Dorothy, please--
But of course, if you happen to be distracted and getting attacked, you may find a jet of water barely whizzing by your head and taking care of a spiderbot. And a slightly irritated pink woman walking up to you, prim and proper as ever with an experience that seems to belie her appearance--]
Do try not to get distracted, would you? [And despite the pleasant tone, there's a certain hardness in Dorothy's words--worse if you happen to be human.] We were called here for a reason, and it was not to die of our own hubris. You'd do well to remember that.
[Dorothy looks the person in question up and down for a moment, seeming to consider...]
Have you any experience on the battlefield, I wonder?
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But you hesitated. Because of us.
So I'll forgive you.
But just this once."
Those words continue to ring in Dorothy's mind as she wakes to an entirely new place in something of a daze. She'd been dazed enough after being stopped from killing Rapi, from trying to bring Red Hood back, but as Dorothy tries to retrace her steps she comes up blank. Maybe Rapi took matters into her own hands? Rapi had been deeply offended that the Commander held her hand, but this is...
As Dorothy forces herself to stand, she dusts herself off thoroughly. No need to stain her pristine clothes like this; her primary objective is clear once she reaches the terminal, reading it's message over and over again and trying to understand it properly. One might catch her face shifting between annoyance, confusion, exasperation, and something almost...hopeful, maybe. But the second that she hears footsteps coming close, Dorothy is quick to turn to the source of the footsteps and put on her best face.]
Might I ask what you make of this message? It seems like quite the tall task to ask of a group of strangers...
[Still, she manages a smile. Dorothy's demeanor is surprisingly prim despite the situation, and she holds herself upright and gracefully. There's no need to be rude, after all, in an unfamiliar place.
Later, one can find Dorothy seeming to try and take stock of the supplies they have on hand. She seems to try to look through them to little avail, her expression tightening for a moment before she elects to attempt to keep count of them by...drawing out seeming tallies on the ground with her heel, for the time being at least. And yes, she is in fact taking the time to clean off her heel every five tallies or so. She manages a fair few bits of supplies, at least, before looking down to her tallies in frustration.]
...This is woefully inefficient. Well, hopefully nobody destroys anything before I find a more effective method of this...
[Which leads her to exploring--you can find her doing this throughout the entire week, really, and she's actually quite effective at it. Dorothy keeps herself primed and ready to go at a moment's notice, and one can find her further away from the base and seeming to train her watery powers on these poor spider robots. If anything, it almost looks like she's bullying them for practice? Dorothy, please--
But of course, if you happen to be distracted and getting attacked, you may find a jet of water barely whizzing by your head and taking care of a spiderbot. And a slightly irritated pink woman walking up to you, prim and proper as ever with an experience that seems to belie her appearance--]
Do try not to get distracted, would you? [And despite the pleasant tone, there's a certain hardness in Dorothy's words--worse if you happen to be human.] We were called here for a reason, and it was not to die of our own hubris. You'd do well to remember that.
[Dorothy looks the person in question up and down for a moment, seeming to consider...]
Have you any experience on the battlefield, I wonder?