sirenspull | 001 ♑ video ♑ and the war came with a curse and a caterwaul.

[ At first ,all that's seen is dark. The occasional glint of light shining off of metal occurs, and the singing of the blade as it swings through the air can be heard quite clearly. There's a loud grunt, and a crunching, disgusting squelching sound. Another grunt, the distinct slicing of blade to hard flesh... And then a huge thud. There's a glass spider, laying dead now, in front of the NV. The click of heels on pavement approaches, and the owner of the NV picks it up and her face becomes clear.

There are some scratches, some bruising, and a bit of blood. Her hair is relatively unscathed though slightly more mussed than she would like to have kept it, and she's breathing heavily. The blonde peers curiously, and also with a very determined crease to her brow, into the NV. ]

Huh. [ She looks around for a second, then back to the feed. ] Safe to say I'm not in Manhattan anymore... So. [ There's a small thud as she plops down, sitting on the monster's carcass without much thought to it. She's not on a bloody oozy gooey part. No big deal. ]

What's a girl gotta do to find a decent dry cleaner's around here? [ Yep. Her clothes are all gross now and that's what matters. ] – And for that matter, some shoe-shine. I think some guts spattered on my -- my boots! Ooh, if I could kill another one of those I'd – do it... without my shoes on. [ Weird to say. ] – Okay, so, dry cleaning, good leather polish, and maybe a half-decent place to crash. Preferably fluffy bed? But a semi-squishy couch'll work in a pinch. Don't wanna get all cozy with the natives, cuddle-uppy and monster-vulnerable. And I am in serious need of a de-insomniatic napping attempt. Appreciate the neat phone-doohickey though! Nifty high-techish stuff. Way more expensive-looking than anything I had back home.

[ Wait. FOCUS. Focus, stop being distracted by shiny and new. ]

Soooooo… Anybody? Listening ears, big plus.