[Pre-Carnival] Nuh-uh. Nope. Nothing doing. Not interested. ...Who are you and how did you get in here again?
[Viridi frowns from her extradimensional sofa before the leering circus clowns unceremoniously pick her up and toss her out of her personal hammerspace. Having the body of an eight-year-old sucks sometimes.
High above the carnival, there is an increasingly loud screeching noise as a small child tumbles out of mid-air and smashes face first into a giant lily pad that sprouts up to soften her landing. Her voice is somewhat muffled against the plant as she lies motionless for a moment.]
When my new regime is established, the first to be thrown into the lake of fire will be the clowns.
[Phase IV - A] Ohhh...!
[Still, there's at least one thing in this stupid place she can appreciate. Animals, no matter how alien or bizarre, will also hold a special place in her heart. Viridi giggles as she throws caution to the wind and leans in for a hug.
For the moment, the monstrous elephant reciprocates by patting her lightly with a trunk.]
Aren't you just the cutest?
[She spends as much time fawning over the creatures as possible, even going so far as to pull other carnival attenders towards the zoo.]
Ooh, ooh! Get a picture of me with this one!
[Phase IV - B] [And of course, everything goes to hell very quickly. Viridi, however, doesn't seem to see anything wrong with this.]
That's right! Escape from this wretched hive of captivity! Live your best life! Be the wild beast you were meant to be!
[And bouncing up with a light spring, she perches herself on top of the lead elephant in the stampede and points the way.]
Ahahahaha! Freedooom! Out of the way, humanoid scum!
[Bonus] [No explanation is necessary for this portion, only the image of a tiny goddess squatting in a tiny cage overgrown with kudzu leaves. The expression on her face could herald the genesis of Fimbulwinter as she levels a stare of icy fury at the next person who approaches the carnival game.]
If you don't win this and get me out of here, I will curse your descendants to the seventh generations.
OTA!
Nuh-uh. Nope. Nothing doing. Not interested. ...Who are you and how did you get in here again?
[Viridi frowns from her extradimensional sofa before the leering circus clowns unceremoniously pick her up and toss her out of her personal hammerspace. Having the body of an eight-year-old sucks sometimes.
High above the carnival, there is an increasingly loud screeching noise as a small child tumbles out of mid-air and smashes face first into a giant lily pad that sprouts up to soften her landing. Her voice is somewhat muffled against the plant as she lies motionless for a moment.]
When my new regime is established, the first to be thrown into the lake of fire will be the clowns.
[Phase IV - A]
Ohhh...!
[Still, there's at least one thing in this stupid place she can appreciate. Animals, no matter how alien or bizarre, will also hold a special place in her heart. Viridi giggles as she throws caution to the wind and leans in for a hug.
For the moment, the monstrous elephant reciprocates by patting her lightly with a trunk.]
Aren't you just the cutest?
[She spends as much time fawning over the creatures as possible, even going so far as to pull other carnival attenders towards the zoo.]
Ooh, ooh! Get a picture of me with this one!
[Phase IV - B]
[And of course, everything goes to hell very quickly. Viridi, however, doesn't seem to see anything wrong with this.]
That's right! Escape from this wretched hive of captivity! Live your best life! Be the wild beast you were meant to be!
[And bouncing up with a light spring, she perches herself on top of the lead elephant in the stampede and points the way.]
Ahahahaha! Freedooom! Out of the way, humanoid scum!
[Bonus]
[No explanation is necessary for this portion, only the image of a tiny goddess squatting in a tiny cage overgrown with kudzu leaves. The expression on her face could herald the genesis of Fimbulwinter as she levels a stare of icy fury at the next person who approaches the carnival game.]
If you don't win this and get me out of here, I will curse your descendants to the seventh generations.
For serious.
They will be born with herpes of the face.