[The first thing Christine notices is that her wings are gone. It's not a particularly concerning revelation, as an angel residing in Hell, she had grown quite accustomed to disguising them.
But she also feels heavy in a way that is concerning. Her heart is beating solidly. The air is thick but actually necessary. She feels honestly exhausted. She can't possibly be alive though...? Can she?
She doesn't dwell on it for the moment. The fact that she is not alone is a more pressing concern. No longer the mousy creature she was in her youth, Christine has become something maybe a little dangerous. Her years exploring Hell have taught her how to defend herself. Which she will, if she deems those around her as a threat.
But she's still a good natured soul, underneath it all. She turns to the nearest person with a big smile.]
All this foliage is rather beautiful, isn't it? It's been a while since I've been around trees that don't try to bite.
II. Tortuga
[It's not that much different from literal Hell, Christine notes. Despite the fact that her clothes don't exactly match the time period, nor are they appropriate for a lady, her deep red frock coat allows her to blend in, sort of. She still feels like she sticks out but that's mostly because she feels like she should be wearing the thick layers of a dress like a proper lady again. Except, she really, really, really doesn't want to.
She glides through the town, trying not to draw too much attention to herself. Mostly, she has slipped into the role of being an observant ghost. Much like a certain someone that is near and dear to her heart. Someone that she's definitely going to end up looking for, sooner or later.
There's just one small problem. Namely, the fact that Christine is small. Any easy target to prey upon. At least at first glance. Some dirty scoundrel has decided to pick on her but she's a bit too quick for them.
Still, that means she ends up tearing through town as fast as she can run, weaving through people and jumping over obstacles because come on, wild chases are always fun. She ends up climbing up onto a roof to avoid her pursuers but that ends up being a bad idea. Sure, Christine gets them off her trail but a shingle comes loose and she winds up falling right off that rooftop and it hurts. A lot.
She still isn't used to this whole actually being alive again thing.]
Christine Daaé | Phantom (of the Opera) | CRAU | OTA!
[The first thing Christine notices is that her wings are gone. It's not a particularly concerning revelation, as an angel residing in Hell, she had grown quite accustomed to disguising them.
But she also feels heavy in a way that is concerning. Her heart is beating solidly. The air is thick but actually necessary. She feels honestly exhausted. She can't possibly be alive though...? Can she?
She doesn't dwell on it for the moment. The fact that she is not alone is a more pressing concern. No longer the mousy creature she was in her youth, Christine has become something maybe a little dangerous. Her years exploring Hell have taught her how to defend herself. Which she will, if she deems those around her as a threat.
But she's still a good natured soul, underneath it all. She turns to the nearest person with a big smile.]
All this foliage is rather beautiful, isn't it? It's been a while since I've been around trees that don't try to bite.
II. Tortuga
[It's not that much different from literal Hell, Christine notes. Despite the fact that her clothes don't exactly match the time period, nor are they appropriate for a lady, her deep red frock coat allows her to blend in, sort of. She still feels like she sticks out but that's mostly because she feels like she should be wearing the thick layers of a dress like a proper lady again. Except, she really, really, really doesn't want to.
She glides through the town, trying not to draw too much attention to herself. Mostly, she has slipped into the role of being an observant ghost. Much like a certain someone that is near and dear to her heart. Someone that she's definitely going to end up looking for, sooner or later.
There's just one small problem. Namely, the fact that Christine is small. Any easy target to prey upon. At least at first glance. Some dirty scoundrel has decided to pick on her but she's a bit too quick for them.
Still, that means she ends up tearing through town as fast as she can run, weaving through people and jumping over obstacles because come on, wild chases are always fun. She ends up climbing up onto a roof to avoid her pursuers but that ends up being a bad idea. Sure, Christine gets them off her trail but a shingle comes loose and she winds up falling right off that rooftop and it hurts. A lot.
She still isn't used to this whole actually being alive again thing.]