I - angry pingu army [Ris was going to go wander around the carnival today, but instead, she can be found on the track at the university.
Ris does not want to be here, and that much is evident by the look on her face, flushed red mostly from exertion as she runs laps in not much more than leggings, boots, and a long but not particularly thick sweater with the sleeves rolled up. However, judging by the small group of penguins chasing her around the track, it doesn't seem like she has much of a choice.]
Oh— for fuck's sake—
[She's panting as she tries to yell back at them.]
Will you— will you just leave me alone?!
[A chorus of angry noots from the penguins is the only response she gets, and she whines as she keeps up with her running.
She's pretty quick for her small stature, but she's going to burn out soon enough.]
II - someone has a sweet tooth [At some point after the penguin escapades, Ris can be found in the park restaurant. She is clutching a mug of hot chocolate for dear life, and has two other items of food on the table in front of her— a partially-eaten funnel cake that she's been picking at for a while, as well as a glass of ice water.
She's focusing pretty intently on the ice water, eyebrows furrowed. The ice clinks against the glass as it swirls around, as if she were moving the straw in the cup, but both of her hands are pretty firmly against her hot chocolate mug.
Neat magic trick, huh? But she is pretty deep in concentration right now. ...She'd probably be pretty easy to startle, like this.]
III - mad because weird bullshit [Okay, so. Ris isn't happy about it, but there's no denying that this whole Spirit Realm thing is real when she's standing inside of it. She hasn't ventured very far inside, but at least this time she's appropriately dressed for the weather.
She's clutching a sheathed knife within her gloved hands, clutching it close to her chest. Her posture betrays her nerves, but she tries to keep up her usual disdainful tone of voice as she glances over to whoever's had the misfortune of following her in here.]
...We're probably not going to get lucky enough to find this stuff right away, are we?
IV - wildcard [Reply with a prompt of your own and I'm more than happy to play along! If you want to plot something up, hit me up at needlemouse or needlemouse#1681 on Discord!]
Ris Bancroft | Normal Modern AU | Water
[Ris was going to go wander around the carnival today, but instead, she can be found on the track at the university.
Ris does not want to be here, and that much is evident by the look on her face, flushed red mostly from exertion as she runs laps in not much more than leggings, boots, and a long but not particularly thick sweater with the sleeves rolled up. However, judging by the small group of penguins chasing her around the track, it doesn't seem like she has much of a choice.]
Oh— for fuck's sake—
[She's panting as she tries to yell back at them.]
Will you— will you just leave me alone?!
[A chorus of angry noots from the penguins is the only response she gets, and she whines as she keeps up with her running.
She's pretty quick for her small stature, but she's going to burn out soon enough.]
II - someone has a sweet tooth
[At some point after the penguin escapades, Ris can be found in the park restaurant. She is clutching a mug of hot chocolate for dear life, and has two other items of food on the table in front of her— a partially-eaten funnel cake that she's been picking at for a while, as well as a glass of ice water.
She's focusing pretty intently on the ice water, eyebrows furrowed. The ice clinks against the glass as it swirls around, as if she were moving the straw in the cup, but both of her hands are pretty firmly against her hot chocolate mug.
Neat magic trick, huh? But she is pretty deep in concentration right now. ...She'd probably be pretty easy to startle, like this.]
III - mad because weird bullshit
[Okay, so. Ris isn't happy about it, but there's no denying that this whole Spirit Realm thing is real when she's standing inside of it. She hasn't ventured very far inside, but at least this time she's appropriately dressed for the weather.
She's clutching a sheathed knife within her gloved hands, clutching it close to her chest. Her posture betrays her nerves, but she tries to keep up her usual disdainful tone of voice as she glances over to whoever's had the misfortune of following her in here.]
...We're probably not going to get lucky enough to find this stuff right away, are we?
IV - wildcard
[Reply with a prompt of your own and I'm more than happy to play along! If you want to plot something up, hit me up at