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[What's that smell? It's like greasy sweat and overcooked mildew. And the closer you get to the portly girl with the shabby, patched dress of orange and red, the stronger that odor gets. She's frowning deeply at the snow she's been wading through before scooping up a big clump in her chubby hand and ramming it into her mouth with a loud slurp.]
[Her eyes roll thoughtfully toward the sky as if appraising the taste before she promptly spits it out.]
Eeeuuuyyyugh! It tastes terrible!
[And if you thought the smell was bad, her voice isn't much better. It's harsh and grating, and loudly forceful. She jams the pot on her head a little tighter in place before marching through the snow with mighty swings of her thick arms.]
[At first her brow is heavily furrowed, her lip jutting out with fierce determination. But with each step she takes further from the Bay, the lighter her expression becomes.
If I'm here...and Hydia's not...
I DON'T HAVE TO GET THE PHLUME ANYMORE!
[She gallops around and spins, gathering up big armfuls of the bad-tasting snow and flings them into the air. It might be considered dancing, except there's nothing even remotely graceful about watching Reeka "dance." She spins around until she falls on her massive rear end with a gurgling cackle.]
[And the snow she just launched in the air happens to fall on someone's head. A character? An innocent bystander? Either way, the result is the same. It comes down with a wet plop, and Reeka just stares for a few awkward moments. Did she do that? She should apologize.]
...HWAHHHH HA HA HA HA! AHHH HA HA HA HA! HOO! HAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
[Instead she just points and laughs, kicking her little feet. She just made someone uncool!]
[Her eyes roll thoughtfully toward the sky as if appraising the taste before she promptly spits it out.]
Eeeuuuyyyugh! It tastes terrible!
[And if you thought the smell was bad, her voice isn't much better. It's harsh and grating, and loudly forceful. She jams the pot on her head a little tighter in place before marching through the snow with mighty swings of her thick arms.]
[At first her brow is heavily furrowed, her lip jutting out with fierce determination. But with each step she takes further from the Bay, the lighter her expression becomes.
If I'm here...and Hydia's not...
I DON'T HAVE TO GET THE PHLUME ANYMORE!
[She gallops around and spins, gathering up big armfuls of the bad-tasting snow and flings them into the air. It might be considered dancing, except there's nothing even remotely graceful about watching Reeka "dance." She spins around until she falls on her massive rear end with a gurgling cackle.]
[And the snow she just launched in the air happens to fall on someone's head. A character? An innocent bystander? Either way, the result is the same. It comes down with a wet plop, and Reeka just stares for a few awkward moments. Did she do that? She should apologize.]
...HWAHHHH HA HA HA HA! AHHH HA HA HA HA! HOO! HAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
[Instead she just points and laughs, kicking her little feet. She just made someone uncool!]