[ five minutes doesn't seem like a long time, but in such dire situations, it can feel like forever. now weiss isn't particularly afraid of the dark, but there's something to be said about being trapped in a small space that no longer seems to be what you once thought it to be, with someone she may or may not actually know. (truth be told, she hadn't been paying attention when she got ushered into this cart. she was just hoping to avoid those annoying robots...)
no no, she isn't scared at all. wary, sure. apprehensive, why not. but definitely not scared. nope. not at all.
...
if she happens to cling to her fellow ferris-mate a little? well that's just good sense, obviously! ]
PHASE III: bones to pick
[ if you happen to be part of weiss' sled, you may or may not have noticed that midway through the treacherous ride, this tiny doll-like girl had hopped up to her feet to fend off as many of the sword-swinging santas as she could. she probably wasn't doing too bad, either, equipped with her own rapier, letting loose a couple of ~magical~ looking attacks that seem eerily reminiscent of this whole park's snow theme, but let's not get carried away with inconsequential details, shall we?
and by the end of the ride? you bet your bottom dollar weiss schnee has a thing or two to say about it! ]
—no, I do not want one of your stupid free snowcones! My clothes are ruined, and it's all your dumb overlords' — [ or whoever's in charge of this place, details ] — fault that this is the only outfit I've got, now let me speak to your manager this instant!
[ though she probably needs to sort out her priorities, first.
that poor snowman robot though... what did it ever do to deserve her wrath? ]
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no no, she isn't scared at all. wary, sure. apprehensive, why not. but definitely not scared. nope. not at all.
...
if she happens to cling to her fellow ferris-mate a little? well that's just good sense, obviously! ]
PHASE III: bones to pick
and by the end of the ride? you bet your bottom dollar weiss schnee has a thing or two to say about it! ]
—no, I do not want one of your stupid free snowcones! My clothes are ruined, and it's all your dumb overlords' — [ or whoever's in charge of this place, details ] — fault that this is the only outfit I've got, now let me speak to your manager this instant!
[ though she probably needs to sort out her priorities, first.
that poor snowman robot though... what did it ever do to deserve her wrath? ]
CYOA