( This has hit the point of being so baffling she looks more brow furrowed in confusion, which translates into looking enough like irritation it fits what she feels is more and more nonsense coming out of her mouth.
The cheering is so strange, that what he whispers when he leans in almost doesn't catch her attention the way it should. And the words, sound and system as if there's an inherent meaning to them, wouldn't, if he wasn't looking toward what the singer had been singing into earlier. The device projecting voices, including theirs at present, when speaking louder than he just had. She whispers back: )
Can we just take it and run?
( Before the crowd stops finding this entertaining? Trying to make her grimace more of a scowl, which doesn't actually take much. It's strange. If this is a mimicry of what an orb can cause as influence, then she also wonders, who or what made a deal? Did anyone? Do orbs act like this without an active connection?
It's headache inducing. Don't be distracted. She blinks, and stalks toward the microphone and its stand. Which is coincidentally the direction of the unbroken mug. )
If that's what they say—
( She says, reaching out to take hold of the smaller attachment on the pole. A twist of her wrist has the microphone coming free, the odd ball structure of its end glinting in the light as she turns. )
Then leave them wanting?!
( Ciri bolts off stage, leaping at an angle to land on her feet with knees bent and simply dodging through the laughing, confused crowd toward the door. Outcries of hey! Or "did she just take the microphone?" are starting to make themselves heard above the hubbub of the crowd. )
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The cheering is so strange, that what he whispers when he leans in almost doesn't catch her attention the way it should. And the words, sound and system as if there's an inherent meaning to them, wouldn't, if he wasn't looking toward what the singer had been singing into earlier. The device projecting voices, including theirs at present, when speaking louder than he just had. She whispers back: )
Can we just take it and run?
( Before the crowd stops finding this entertaining? Trying to make her grimace more of a scowl, which doesn't actually take much. It's strange. If this is a mimicry of what an orb can cause as influence, then she also wonders, who or what made a deal? Did anyone? Do orbs act like this without an active connection?
It's headache inducing. Don't be distracted. She blinks, and stalks toward the microphone and its stand. Which is coincidentally the direction of the unbroken mug. )
If that's what they say—
( She says, reaching out to take hold of the smaller attachment on the pole. A twist of her wrist has the microphone coming free, the odd ball structure of its end glinting in the light as she turns. )
Then leave them wanting?!
( Ciri bolts off stage, leaping at an angle to land on her feet with knees bent and simply dodging through the laughing, confused crowd toward the door. Outcries of hey! Or "did she just take the microphone?" are starting to make themselves heard above the hubbub of the crowd. )