[She has the strangest sense of having done this before. There's a vague uncertainty as she reaches out through the water, feeling her twintails floating, and she looks with her heart for Pico, but can't find the ghost girl? Is she drowning? No, she can move, so to the surface.]
[Deja vu. That's what this feeling's called.] Pico! [Where is she?]
[She swims to shore, noting that's it's colder than it should be. Wasn't she waterlogged? But no, she's in a bikini. But it's too cold for that! She doesn't remember reaching the summer festival! She shivers on the shore, looking for something to warm her up, or a towel to dry off, grateful that there's no silk hat to worry about and yet--?] PICO!!!!
[In the inn room, Dolce finally has her full elegant goth lolita garb back, and just works away at some knitting, humming happily to herself.]
[In the spring, she's back to the bikini, soaking all the way up to her nose almost like she's trying to hide!]
[Though she moves up VERY SLIGHTLY to mumble.] Hello. [Before slinking back down to hiding like a crocodile.]
[In training, she looks very determined... and a little bit floundering! She's trying something with strings? Maybe puppetry? Maybe voodoo!? And then she gives up and huffs.] Just bring me a chemistry set already.
GROSS!!!
[Dolce isn't fazed by the stink, the disgusting terms, or any of it!]
[She tackles it methodically, eager to do black magic that is for good purposes, and has all the purification pieces ready and handy.]
Are you ready? Don't worry, I can sync to you. Don't think too much about that.
Dolce || Rune Factory 4 | Marionetta / Alchemy & Death Magic
[She has the strangest sense of having done this before. There's a vague uncertainty as she reaches out through the water, feeling her twintails floating, and she looks with her heart for Pico, but can't find the ghost girl? Is she drowning? No, she can move, so to the surface.]
[Deja vu. That's what this feeling's called.] Pico! [Where is she?]
[She swims to shore, noting that's it's colder than it should be. Wasn't she waterlogged? But no, she's in a bikini. But it's too cold for that! She doesn't remember reaching the summer festival! She shivers on the shore, looking for something to warm her up, or a towel to dry off, grateful that there's no silk hat to worry about and yet--?] PICO!!!!
[Why can't she FEEL her?!]
[Oh. An annoying marionetta laughs at her in cackles.] Do you have my Pico?
[Just more laughs, and Dolce sighs.]
[Help a nearly naked girl out?]
Red Spring & Training Ground
[In the inn room, Dolce finally has her full elegant goth lolita garb back, and just works away at some knitting, humming happily to herself.]
[In the spring, she's back to the bikini, soaking all the way up to her nose almost like she's trying to hide!]
[Though she moves up VERY SLIGHTLY to mumble.] Hello. [Before slinking back down to hiding like a crocodile.]
[In training, she looks very determined... and a little bit floundering! She's trying something with strings? Maybe puppetry? Maybe voodoo!? And then she gives up and huffs.] Just bring me a chemistry set already.
GROSS!!!
[Dolce isn't fazed by the stink, the disgusting terms, or any of it!]
[She tackles it methodically, eager to do black magic that is for good purposes, and has all the purification pieces ready and handy.]
Are you ready? Don't worry, I can sync to you. Don't think too much about that.