[Have a Angry!Brigitta. For Angry Brigitta's are always the best kind of Brigitta, am I right?]

[...No, I'm not right. Her sword isn't out but she looks angry. This definitely isn't the best kind of Brigitta by any stretch of any imagination ever.]

Have I missed all the fun?

[Brigitta has a innate sense for weapons. It's just a part of her character - you pull out a mace she'll be there in seconds, you examine a dagger and she'll be leaning over your shoulder, you loudly praise the virtues of swords and... Well, you'll probably be at the registry office within the hour.]

[So, big table of weapons?]

[Oh yeah.]

[For a moment she just leans against it and examines with faintly contemplative eyes... And then her smile goes downright beaming.]

Finally things are looking up.

[Hello! It’s been a while for Brigitta and mun, but shh, and things haven’t stopped moving just because of that! She arrives on the Plane mid pace and even manages a smile at the sight of it, yay Plane!

…Unfortunately her face falls back to scowling a few moments after that, but oh well! At least she didn’t immediately start cursing out the Plane or punching things; that could almost be taken as some sort of progress.

Oh wait, she’s started to rant; scratch that then] Bloody trains; what am I supposed to do on them? Sit still, Brigitta, no you can’t climb on the seats, Brigitta- I don’t call that sensible, I call that boring!

[She yells the last part; then immediately starts pouting again- ah Brigitta, such a child within] And apparently we have a entire bloody week of riding them; I mean I know that just walking would take months and months and people would think me strange and I would get many diseases such as Bubonic plague but… Dammit, it was a lot more fun.

[A incoherent grumble; then she manages another smile and throws her arms open] Well, at least I have here! I’d go into a bloodthirsty rage if I didn’t have here.

…Well, I might do that anyway; but it’s slightly less likely!

[…Okay, it might’ve only been a few weeks for her, oh well]

[There is a Brigitta on the Plane- except instead of juggling swords or stabbing annoying people who talk too much she is engaging herself in a quite different pastime. A very odd one indeed...

Okay, that's far too mysterious for this time of day! To put it simply: Brigitta is upside down. And why is she upside down? Well, because she is doing a handstand; because apparently handstands are good for fighting off demons.

...I don't know either.

After a few moments of shaky upside down balancing she blows some hair out of her face and frowns in a faintly grumpy way] This is a lot less fun than I imagined it. I'm going to smack Kirilli for this, the git.

[She still continues her handstand though. Apparently proving a point is a perfect excuse to continue being upside down, who knew?]

[To be perfectly honest things have been rather boring lately on Brigitta's front- after a few months straight of running around after demons wildly Kirilli has insisted that they break for a bit before they go chasing after more. That basically means that Brigitta has had nearly nothing to do for the past two weeks- apart from constant exercise and attempting to climb the Eiffel tower at least a hundred times.

Today she’s managed to find a park to run around in- a park with trees and things; yay!

So, yes, Brigitta has brought a rather large tree to the Plane and is currently reclining on one of the lower branches and staring up at the stars; her face is a picture of utter boredom- not even the two swords that she’s brought along can save her!

After a few moments she sighs and reaches her hand up towards the stars almost absently]

Things would be a lot more interesting without holidays; I have no clue why relaxation is so important.

[That’s because you’re weird, Brigitta]

[So, Brigitta does not have a great attention span- in fact if there's anything vaguely shiny (bonus points for it being sharp too!) Good luck with getting her to focus on anything for the next few hours.

Now, considering that she is currently carrying around most of her sharp pointy things and also considering that she's wandering around the outside baths without really looking, not to mention that hijinks are currently enabled... Yeah, Brigitta has currently just tripped into a pool, and has come up looking a tiny bit more angry than she'd usually be; oh red rings.

Mocking is, of course, rather appreciated though not by Brigitta]

[Brigitta likes her food, food is yummy and energy giving- she doesn't mind her need for it at all (unlike a certain need for sleep, humph) and will in fact happily spend most of the time between exercising happily finding food and devouring it; since most of her time is spent exercising this basically means that her three meals a day are big.

Which really explains why she is sitting on the Plane, in front of a table piled with several types of meat and vegetables (cereal? She laughs at your cereal!) She looks half asleep but that still hasn't stopped her from eating like a horse; om nom nom three sausages at once- it probably looks a tiny bit disgusting but... Oh well, fooooood.

You really can't beat the possibility of swallowing a fork when you've just awoken in the morning; feel free to get your fingers eaten try and steal some of her yummy food!]

[So! Guess who has been being annoyingly vocal about getting out? And who has a whole new set of icons due to a whim?

That's right! Brigitta is back on the Plane yet again, this time looking a lot more dressed up than usual, clingy red dress, done up hair, make up... The works, she looks like she's been to a great big party, and also looks like she isn't all that happy about it.

...Okay, she definitely isn't all that happy about it, especially since she's had to leave her weapons behind, the moment that Brigitta appears she pretty much rips her hair out of its style and lets out a sound close to a growl, this has not been a very good day] I really don't understand why this is necessary, the least he could do is wear the dress.

[She grumbles again and runs a hand through her hair before dumping herself on the ground and lying flat out to stare at the stars, it's both ruining her dress and getting her to relax! Yay!]

[There is a desk on the Plane along with a comfortable chair, there is also a Brigitta sitting on the chair and looking rather sulky, if the desk had a face it'd probably be looking rather sulky too since Brigitta's very muddy, very booted feet are resting in the centre of it, no manners that girl... Anyway, she seems to hesitate for a second and then starts speaking, loudly] As a few of you know I experienced a experiment a few weeks ago, a experiment which might've raised a lot of questions, and having doubts is never a good thing in life, especially with people that you actually like.

So! I shall be here to answer any questions about me, one ni- da- whatever only, and then you can get on with life without any doubts about me and I can get on with trying to learn Spanish and saving the universe, I'll be completely honest, promise.

[There, that was suitably strong and rather dramatic, and yet she still feels like something is missing... Oh, yes! She glares upwards] Thanks for the experiment by the way, I really appreciated it.

[Two Brigitta posts in a row, what on earth could be wrong?

Well, many things in Brigitta's world, as is evident from her first fumbling step onto the Plane with her sword clutched in her hand, instead of her usual stride she just gapes for a few moments before letting out a extremely loud yelp that almost break into scream territory and half collapsing to the ground, still clinging onto her sword.

She pauses for a moment, staring around her with terrified eyes and then gulps] First back there with that man and now here, Stately Hera, glorious queen of fair Olympos please hear me, please...

[She takes a deep breath and then curls up, resting her chin on her knees and her sword in front of her, she's almost crying] I want to go home, my wedding is in a month, I can't miss it.

[OOC: Experiment start! For a week or so Brigitta will be back to her state of mind at fifteen years old, which means that she won't recognise anybody and will probably be terrified by a fair amount... She'll still stab you though, have fun! :D]

[Brigitta has been at the seaside, she didn't exactly want to go but the main job in Paris is finished and Kirilli decided that they needed a little break, and since he found out that Brigitta had actually never properly gone to the beach it seemed the perfect location.

So! Currently she's taking a break from nagging Kirilli to let her go windsurfing and shall be sitting in the middle of the plane, with sand in her hair and a ice cream in her hand, she actually seems to be rather happy (judging by her grin.)

France is really starting to grow on her]

[Brigitta is sitting on the Plane and looking rather terribly bored, there is a sword on her lap and she is cleaning it absently but most of her attention seems to be taken up with staring into space and maintaining her bored expression.

Eventually she sighs and glances down at her sword again, trying to pull her hair back and then just sighing again] ...Paris is rather boring really.

[Aaand back to the staring into space and sighing occasionally]

[Brigitta's re-entrance to the plane is dramatic to say the least... Instead of strolling on like a fairly normal person she skids in, hair caked with dirt and other less pleasant things, two swords in her hands and several parts of her clothes on fire.

Eventually she stops skidding, stands still for a short moment, slips the swords back into their sheathes and then starts beating out the fires while taking deep breaths... she doesn't appear particularly depressed by the fires and the dirty hair, instead she looks somewhere between relieved and tired] Well, that's over then, thank heavens... I wonder where we'll be going next.

[She stares into space for a wistful moment and then glances in the general direction of the bar with a rather contemplative look on her face... Yeah, Brigitta's been having a fun day.]

[Brigitta appears in a fairly towering temper, knife held openly in her hand and a general “-_-“ expression flashing on her face] A savage, how dare they, I am no more a savage then they are!

[She starts to pace, tossing her knife in her hand and glaring at the astral sky, she’s obviously rather insulted] The idiots, how dare they.

[Growl and toss, growl and toss, she probably won’t stab anybody but be cautious anyway!i>]

[Brigitta has brought a desk to the plane, along with a cup of tea and some papers, she’s looking at the papers rather intently and occasionally scribbling notes on them, checking if there’s any news on the guys who are supposed to be plotting something with demons.

Eventually she grunts and absently gestures at her tea… Which slides across to her hand, despite being about half a table away.

Brigitta doesn’t seem to notice this for a few seconds and then her head whips around to stare at the cup and she starts gaping and making faintly distressed noises] Wh- Wh- What?

[Brigitta appears on the plane, curled into a tight ball and shaking... She's near hysterical, tears have started down her cheeks and she keeps letting out odd coughing noises... Brigitta has not been having a good day] Oh please, oh please... Get me out.

[She shakes for a few more minutes and then seems to notice the plane, raising her head and blinking before falling over onto her side and letting out a cry of relief] It worked! Oh, thank heavens... It worked!

[Aaand she bursts into a fresh round of tears, these ones more relieved and extremely happy as she eventually elapses onto her back] Oh, air.

[Sits up again, her tears starting to slow gods, I really hate caves.

[Brigitta is reading a book at the bar, mostly it appears to be going fine but occasionally she'll wrinkle her nose at the page for a few moments and occasionally she'll look extremely annoyed at herself.

Eventually she places the book (It's one on marine life for anybody interested) down and sighs loudly] I'm just wondering what saline is supposed to mean... I should be getting better at this.

[She looks around herself, sighs again and then hops over the bar to try and find herself a drink]

[A woman appears on the plane, her hair free down her back and a general expression of extreme confusion on her face] …Is this... That other universe? I never saw a place like it I suppose but it's always possible.

I suppose there could've been a portal right inside that shop, and they could've cut it off the moment I stepped through… Though I don't know why, I'm not exactly that important… Besides, does anybody actually know about me?

[She looks very alone for a moment and then straightens, glaring around the Plane with narrowed eyes] Well… I don't know if Kirilli knows where I am, but he'll probably have realized that I've disappeared, and he'll probably try and come after me.

[Studies the general Plane for a moment more and then looks down to the floor and frowns] Amazing… Haven't seen the stars so clear since… Since…

[Pursed lips] Well, no demons that I can see so far… Unless they're under me… And no reason I can think that I've been taken here… This is all most puzzling.

[In softer tones] No Beranabus either…