((TL;DR version of first impressions: Faceless mass of glowing pink/purple plasma inside a transparent human-shaped "shell" that talks/dresses like someone from a Western. More info on journal if you're interested!))
A. Wind
Indigo never thought about her weight much, but apparently she's pretty light? Light enough to have to struggle against the wind no matter which direction she tries to walk, anyway. After a while of fruitless inching forward, another gust sends her flying, and she lets out a surprised, reverberating holler as she does. There's only so much she can do to try to control her path through the air, and the wind seems determined to take her on a little tour, slamming her against tree after tree as they go. When she finally regains her own breath, the wind has grown bored of toying with her, and begins to die down again.
Glancing downward toward the ground she'll surely crash into, Indigo spots someone (or someones?) else nearby, possibly right in her flight path. The least she can do is warn them of her coming, which she does, calling out:
"Comin' through! Quick, somebody, catch me!" Not exactly a pleasant experience for either of them, but better than just letting her crash into them with zero preparation. And surely they wouldn't just dodge aside and leave her to her fate, right?
B. Dragons
Indigo appreciates cute things as much as anyone, and the fluffy 'dragons' are no exception. She laughs quietly to herself as she sits on the ground to pet and play with them, soon gaining a small gaggle around her. She even pulls out her harmonica, and plays a few tunes for them. Little does she know, the dragons are just as interested in her instrument as her pets; no sooner does she pause between songs than a dragon comes and snatches the shiny rectangle right out of her hand.
"Hey! You give that back, that's mine!" And after she played that nice music for them, too. Wild animals these days, no sense of gratitude. Not appreciating being yelled at, the dragon darts off, its fellows joining it. Indigo leaps to her feet to chase them, her scolding easily audible from far off as she runs. "You thieving lil' varmints! You can't run forever!" She's fully capable of hurting them, and if they actually get violent with her, she will... but let's see if this can be handled peacefully, first.
C. Wildcard
((Come at me with something else! Also, if you don't want me to transcribe her accent, just send me a "no transcribed accent please" as a note in your tag or in the subject line and I'll go without; she'll still use the same words, but at least everything will be spelled correctly.))
Indigo (Malleable Protagonist), Starbound
A. Wind
Indigo never thought about her weight much, but apparently she's pretty light? Light enough to have to struggle against the wind no matter which direction she tries to walk, anyway. After a while of fruitless inching forward, another gust sends her flying, and she lets out a surprised, reverberating holler as she does. There's only so much she can do to try to control her path through the air, and the wind seems determined to take her on a little tour, slamming her against tree after tree as they go. When she finally regains her own breath, the wind has grown bored of toying with her, and begins to die down again.
Glancing downward toward the ground she'll surely crash into, Indigo spots someone (or someones?) else nearby, possibly right in her flight path. The least she can do is warn them of her coming, which she does, calling out:
"Comin' through! Quick, somebody, catch me!" Not exactly a pleasant experience for either of them, but better than just letting her crash into them with zero preparation. And surely they wouldn't just dodge aside and leave her to her fate, right?
B. Dragons
Indigo appreciates cute things as much as anyone, and the fluffy 'dragons' are no exception. She laughs quietly to herself as she sits on the ground to pet and play with them, soon gaining a small gaggle around her. She even pulls out her harmonica, and plays a few tunes for them. Little does she know, the dragons are just as interested in her instrument as her pets; no sooner does she pause between songs than a dragon comes and snatches the shiny rectangle right out of her hand.
"Hey! You give that back, that's mine!" And after she played that nice music for them, too. Wild animals these days, no sense of gratitude. Not appreciating being yelled at, the dragon darts off, its fellows joining it. Indigo leaps to her feet to chase them, her scolding easily audible from far off as she runs. "You thieving lil' varmints! You can't run forever!" She's fully capable of hurting them, and if they actually get violent with her, she will... but let's see if this can be handled peacefully, first.
C. Wildcard
((Come at me with something else! Also, if you don't want me to transcribe her accent, just send me a "no transcribed accent please" as a note in your tag or in the subject line and I'll go without; she'll still use the same words, but at least everything will be spelled correctly.))