Sherry had just enough time to let out a shriek of surprise before she hit the water, the shock of the impact and the freezing water causing her to black out for several seconds. Long enough that the next thing she knew she was being held above water by a woman forcing her to drink...something? She would have yanked away if she'd had the sense but by then it was over and she felt...warmer?
Of course, she still couldn't swim but details, details. Before she had time to sink she found herself being hauled through the water by an ice turtle and deposited unceremoniously on the beach, sitting there in the sand with her knees pulled up to her chest, looking as bewildered as a soaking wet, freezing, confused twelve year old could. What the heck?
Of course, she hadn't noticed the large, froglike creature hauling itself out of the water nearby just yet...
Arrival B: Caravan!
Once she had most of the...everything...explained to her, and had stopped freaking out about the frog monster hat was following her around, Sherry had made her way to one of the empty carriages. It wasn't that she didn't want to be social, exactly, but after the last few days in a zombie infested nightmare, well...people made her a little jumpy.
She'd found an empty carriage and claimed it as her own, hanging her soaked much-too-big jacket she had been wearing from one of the door handles to dry before putting on the winter cloak. But instead of sitting inside the carriage, she'd left the door open and was seated in the doorway with her feet hanging down towards the ground, letting the heat from inside wash over her as she took the time to fiddle with her smart phone. She knew how to use a computer and this seemed...similar, right? She could figure it out.
Eventually she'd look up, and when she spotted someone looking at the carriages, the kid would offer them a somewhat uncertain smile. "This one has room. Uhm. If you need one."
Arrival C: Training Grounds
After they'd reached the inn and she'd gotten a bath and dried her clothes and felt not dirty and not freezing for the first time in what felt like forever, Sherry had gone exploring. Eventually she'd found the training ground, but with so many other arrivals she hadn't wanted to just...demand attention, so at the moment she was just sitting off to the side, watching some of the people trying to learn their magic. Occasionally she'd glance down at her hands, studying the tips of her fingers as if she was expecting them to suddenly start glowing.
So far, no glowing. But eventually, maybe? Someone should probably drag her over to try and figure out what she could do...
Sled Races
To say Sherry had never been sledding would have been pointless. The list of things she hadn't done in her sheltered life far outweighed the list of things she had. But she had seen them on television, she knew the basic idea. Even if apparently these required magic and a partner. She had the magic part down, kind of, a little bit. She could make it work, at least, which was...something? A partner though, that was going to be a problem.
What would Claire do? Probably be bright and friendly and outgoing, wouldn't she? Not that Sherry was great at any of those, but she could try! So she'd settled into the sled though, and when someone else came by looked up with what she hoped was a friendly smile.
"Do you want to try it? Worst thing that happens is we lose."
Pure of Heart
Was it impure to think you were pure? Sherry stood on the edge of the missing bridge, shifting her weight silently from foot to foot as she looked out over the emptiness. She hadn't really done anything bad...well, ever. Being twelve and having lived a ridiculously sheltered life didn't really lend itself to impurity. Although, did sneaking out of the house during a zombie apocalypse count? Or getting infected with a horrible virus that had almost turned her into a monster?
Maybe it was a metaphorical purity. Hopefully it was a metaphorical purity.
Right. Okay. She balled her hands into fists and then turned to someone else standing nearby, offering them a weak smile. "Hi? Sorry. Okay. I'm going to try this?" She gestured at the emptiness with her gloved hand. "And I'm pretty sure it'll work but if it doesn't can you grab me? Before I fall into the freezing water." She paused. "Again."
Wildcard
Sherry is around, at the inn, in the town, wherever! We can make this work!
[ooc: Prose or brackets are fine, I will match whatever! Her familiar is a hunter from RE games, so a six foot tall frog creature with nasty claws and ugly teeth and it's...around...but feel free to pretend it isn't nearby so as not to have people be scared of it. If you want a different prompt or something else, free to PM me or hit me up on discord at dalrint#7020 or over at dalrint. ]
Sherry Birkin | Resident Evil 2 Remake
Sherry had just enough time to let out a shriek of surprise before she hit the water, the shock of the impact and the freezing water causing her to black out for several seconds. Long enough that the next thing she knew she was being held above water by a woman forcing her to drink...something? She would have yanked away if she'd had the sense but by then it was over and she felt...warmer?
Of course, she still couldn't swim but details, details. Before she had time to sink she found herself being hauled through the water by an ice turtle and deposited unceremoniously on the beach, sitting there in the sand with her knees pulled up to her chest, looking as bewildered as a soaking wet, freezing, confused twelve year old could. What the heck?
Of course, she hadn't noticed the large, froglike creature hauling itself out of the water nearby just yet...
Arrival B: Caravan!
Once she had most of the...everything...explained to her, and had stopped freaking out about the frog monster hat was following her around, Sherry had made her way to one of the empty carriages. It wasn't that she didn't want to be social, exactly, but after the last few days in a zombie infested nightmare, well...people made her a little jumpy.
She'd found an empty carriage and claimed it as her own, hanging her soaked much-too-big jacket she had been wearing from one of the door handles to dry before putting on the winter cloak. But instead of sitting inside the carriage, she'd left the door open and was seated in the doorway with her feet hanging down towards the ground, letting the heat from inside wash over her as she took the time to fiddle with her smart phone. She knew how to use a computer and this seemed...similar, right? She could figure it out.
Eventually she'd look up, and when she spotted someone looking at the carriages, the kid would offer them a somewhat uncertain smile. "This one has room. Uhm. If you need one."
Arrival C: Training Grounds
After they'd reached the inn and she'd gotten a bath and dried her clothes and felt not dirty and not freezing for the first time in what felt like forever, Sherry had gone exploring. Eventually she'd found the training ground, but with so many other arrivals she hadn't wanted to just...demand attention, so at the moment she was just sitting off to the side, watching some of the people trying to learn their magic. Occasionally she'd glance down at her hands, studying the tips of her fingers as if she was expecting them to suddenly start glowing.
So far, no glowing. But eventually, maybe? Someone should probably drag her over to try and figure out what she could do...
Sled Races
To say Sherry had never been sledding would have been pointless. The list of things she hadn't done in her sheltered life far outweighed the list of things she had. But she had seen them on television, she knew the basic idea. Even if apparently these required magic and a partner. She had the magic part down, kind of, a little bit. She could make it work, at least, which was...something? A partner though, that was going to be a problem.
What would Claire do? Probably be bright and friendly and outgoing, wouldn't she? Not that Sherry was great at any of those, but she could try! So she'd settled into the sled though, and when someone else came by looked up with what she hoped was a friendly smile.
"Do you want to try it? Worst thing that happens is we lose."
Pure of Heart
Was it impure to think you were pure? Sherry stood on the edge of the missing bridge, shifting her weight silently from foot to foot as she looked out over the emptiness. She hadn't really done anything bad...well, ever. Being twelve and having lived a ridiculously sheltered life didn't really lend itself to impurity. Although, did sneaking out of the house during a zombie apocalypse count? Or getting infected with a horrible virus that had almost turned her into a monster?
Maybe it was a metaphorical purity. Hopefully it was a metaphorical purity.
Right. Okay. She balled her hands into fists and then turned to someone else standing nearby, offering them a weak smile. "Hi? Sorry. Okay. I'm going to try this?" She gestured at the emptiness with her gloved hand. "And I'm pretty sure it'll work but if it doesn't can you grab me? Before I fall into the freezing water." She paused. "Again."
Wildcard
Sherry is around, at the inn, in the town, wherever! We can make this work!
[ooc: Prose or brackets are fine, I will match whatever! Her familiar is a hunter from RE games, so a six foot tall frog creature with nasty claws and ugly teeth and it's...around...but feel free to pretend it isn't nearby so as not to have people be scared of it. If you want a different prompt or something else, free to PM me or hit me up on discord at dalrint#7020 or over at