[ She's still not entirely sure how food works in this place, but after the hunger struck and she ate enough for at least three people her size, Rinoa feels the urge to go for a walk. It's probably unnecessary, but the beach is kind of nice anyway, if she ignores the ever-present piles of trash. Felix is with her, full of energy as always as he dashes ahead several paces at a time before turning to run back to her; the sand crunches under her boots and she thinks not for the first time that it would be nice if they could work out how to clean the place up, and keep it clean...
She spots Kaiba some distance away, and approaches him with the idea of saying hi, perhaps pestering him a little, but as they get nearer, Felix makes a sound unlike any she's ever heard him make before: a chirp that sound suspiciously like one of alarm. She stops in her tracks, frowning. Whatever Kaiba's working on seems to be... moving?
Sand kicks up behind her as she sprints toward the unsuspecting man, Rinoa readying her Shooting Star on her arm. ]
Look out!
[ A lot of things happen within just a few moments: a creature lunges out of the scraps; Rinoa fires the bladed wings off her arm, hitting the beast square in its head and causing it to stagger back; she skids to a halt, sand flying, between Kaiba and the creature as the weapon boomerangs back into its place; Felix settles by her side, the soft fur of his back standing erect as he makes a sound somewhere between a growl and an unhappy squawk.
Rinoa glances back over her shoulder, eyes narrowed in concern. ]
iii.
She spots Kaiba some distance away, and approaches him with the idea of saying hi, perhaps pestering him a little, but as they get nearer, Felix makes a sound unlike any she's ever heard him make before: a chirp that sound suspiciously like one of alarm. She stops in her tracks, frowning. Whatever Kaiba's working on seems to be... moving?
Sand kicks up behind her as she sprints toward the unsuspecting man, Rinoa readying her Shooting Star on her arm. ]
Look out!
[ A lot of things happen within just a few moments: a creature lunges out of the scraps; Rinoa fires the bladed wings off her arm, hitting the beast square in its head and causing it to stagger back; she skids to a halt, sand flying, between Kaiba and the creature as the weapon boomerangs back into its place; Felix settles by her side, the soft fur of his back standing erect as he makes a sound somewhere between a growl and an unhappy squawk.
Rinoa glances back over her shoulder, eyes narrowed in concern. ]
Hey. Are you okay?