"Meh. It's all flash, no substance." Lynea commented, taking a seat on an end of the couch. To be quite honest with herself, what she saw so far on the TV was extremely disappointing. Watching the tournament was supposed to get her blood boiling and interested, each and every fight bringing desire to be right there in the fight.
It was definitely not doing that for Lynea. Most of the moves were slow, predictable and came out too much like little kids slapfighting each other than any sort of battle. It was all very dull, much like this bowl of popcorn she was snacking on.
It was all really quiet. Maybe if she made the TV louder, things would at least be beyond tolerable. She reached for the remote and went do just that.
Except she didn't know how...
She stared down at the remote, a device far beyond anyone's understanding, much less hers. Why the fuck did it have so many buttons? You could only really press them with your thumb, so it wasn't like the rest of them were all that useful. On top of that some of the buttons were even a different color...for what reason, Lynea wouldn't even bother to guess.
She took another minute to give it a focused stare and then finally pressed a button. Oh look, another button lit up...but it didn't turn the volume up. She gave a disgruntled noise, uncomfortable that something so small could defeat her so easily. She pressed a few more, even the one that said 'volume' but each time the remote only rewarded her with the same button flashing red. What the fuck was 'MP' mean, anyway?
After minute of almost complete defeat and just when one of the earther would most likely try to help her out, Lynea did the only thing she could do.
She gave up.
"Well, guess this is broken." she confirmed to herself, tossing the remote out the nearest window. Unfortunately for Anais' budget, Lynea didn't notice the window was currently closed.
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It was definitely not doing that for Lynea. Most of the moves were slow, predictable and came out too much like little kids slapfighting each other than any sort of battle. It was all very dull, much like this bowl of popcorn she was snacking on.
It was all really quiet. Maybe if she made the TV louder, things would at least be beyond tolerable. She reached for the remote and went do just that.
Except she didn't know how...
She stared down at the remote, a device far beyond anyone's understanding, much less hers. Why the fuck did it have so many buttons? You could only really press them with your thumb, so it wasn't like the rest of them were all that useful. On top of that some of the buttons were even a different color...for what reason, Lynea wouldn't even bother to guess.
She took another minute to give it a focused stare and then finally pressed a button. Oh look, another button lit up...but it didn't turn the volume up. She gave a disgruntled noise, uncomfortable that something so small could defeat her so easily. She pressed a few more, even the one that said 'volume' but each time the remote only rewarded her with the same button flashing red. What the fuck was 'MP' mean, anyway?
After minute of almost complete defeat and just when one of the earther would most likely try to help her out, Lynea did the only thing she could do.
She gave up.
"Well, guess this is broken." she confirmed to herself, tossing the remote out the nearest window. Unfortunately for Anais' budget, Lynea didn't notice the window was currently closed.
Windows Lynea has broken: 2