[1] Celadon City It was... odd to battle using a true proxy. Astrid possessed the Warframes, she didn't give them verbal orders, so adjusting to little creatures felt pretty unnatural.
At least the little creatures seemed to enjoy fighting. It was a partnership, and it came naturally to them. Astrid was less of a commander and more of a navigator, steering these deceptively powerful monsters like one might steer a ship. One couldn't control the sea, but one could influence where it took them.
And so it was Astrid found herself trotting after her Cubone as it scampered up to what appeared to be a fellow trainer.
"Looks like Cambria wants to scrap, huh?" The Cubone hoisted her bone and waved it, bouncing on the tips of her toes.
[2] Network, Video
[As the video flickered to life, it spun a little bit before showing the face of a teen; she'd had to take a minute to orient the picture.]
Kinda primitive, isn't it?
[She was speaking quietly, to a Porygon that was hovering up by her head. The Porygon bleeped, and she turned her attention rapidly back to the screen.]
Uh, sorry. I was just wondering, have any of you figured out how to send messages back home? I... my brother will be worried. I can't let... he'll be worried. I want him to know I'm okay, haven't been kidnapped again, all that.
Astrid/the Operator | Warframe
It was... odd to battle using a true proxy. Astrid possessed the Warframes, she didn't give them verbal orders, so adjusting to little creatures felt pretty unnatural.
At least the little creatures seemed to enjoy fighting. It was a partnership, and it came naturally to them. Astrid was less of a commander and more of a navigator, steering these deceptively powerful monsters like one might steer a ship. One couldn't control the sea, but one could influence where it took them.
And so it was Astrid found herself trotting after her Cubone as it scampered up to what appeared to be a fellow trainer.
"Looks like Cambria wants to scrap, huh?" The Cubone hoisted her bone and waved it, bouncing on the tips of her toes.
[2] Network, Video
[As the video flickered to life, it spun a little bit before showing the face of a teen; she'd had to take a minute to orient the picture.]
Kinda primitive, isn't it?
[She was speaking quietly, to a Porygon that was hovering up by her head. The Porygon bleeped, and she turned her attention rapidly back to the screen.]
Uh, sorry. I was just wondering, have any of you figured out how to send messages back home? I... my brother will be worried. I can't let... he'll be worried. I want him to know I'm okay, haven't been kidnapped again, all that.