Alter, currently stuck in ye ol' St*rb*cks due to the massive storm, had a tablet out on the table. Stylus in one hand and a matcha latte in another, she had been slowly picking away at her drafts. A perfectly reasonable way to pass the time until the rain let up, or so she thought.
At least that's what she thought until a bolt of lightning struck too close to home, knocking out the electricity in the immediate area, unfortunately including her device which she had plugged in to charge.
One second she had been drawing, and the next a blank screen reflecting her jaw which was currently somewhere on the floor. When she finally gets her wits back together long enough to get a word out...
"MERDE" The guttural scream came from somewhere deep within that not even Alter knew she had.
Still Thunderstorm: Dream Sphere Edition
And here she thought things would be better on the other side. They were not. The rain was not as heavy, but there were no comfortable cafes to take cover in so she had no choice but to take the rain to the face.
Which wouldn't necessarily be a problem, except Alter here is a Striker. A Striker who is trying to form a fireball in her hand which keeps getting snuffed out by the wind and rain.
"Our God is a cruel God who takes pleasure in bringing me pain. This is the only explanation." She mutters under her breath, doing whatever the opposite of a prayer is as she drips grumpily stomping ahead like a wet cat.
Jeanne Alter | FGO
Alter, currently stuck in ye ol' St*rb*cks due to the massive storm, had a tablet out on the table. Stylus in one hand and a matcha latte in another, she had been slowly picking away at her drafts. A perfectly reasonable way to pass the time until the rain let up, or so she thought.
At least that's what she thought until a bolt of lightning struck too close to home, knocking out the electricity in the immediate area, unfortunately including her device which she had plugged in to charge.
One second she had been drawing, and the next a blank screen reflecting her jaw which was currently somewhere on the floor. When she finally gets her wits back together long enough to get a word out...
"MERDE" The guttural scream came from somewhere deep within that not even Alter knew she had.
Still Thunderstorm: Dream Sphere Edition
And here she thought things would be better on the other side. They were not. The rain was not as heavy, but there were no comfortable cafes to take cover in so she had no choice but to take the rain to the face.
Which wouldn't necessarily be a problem, except Alter here is a Striker. A Striker who is trying to form a fireball in her hand which keeps getting snuffed out by the wind and rain.
"Our God is a cruel God who takes pleasure in bringing me pain. This is the only explanation." She mutters under her breath, doing whatever the opposite of a prayer is as she drips grumpily stomping ahead like a wet cat.