[Samples. Blood samples and stool samples. Precis F. Neumann, teenage whirlwind and do-it-all extraordinaire, would gladly accept these challenges. After all, a girl’s got to eat. And more importantly than that, a girl’s gotta be able to buy expensive ores and equipment. What other motive could be as pure as hers, right? And there’s absolutely no one more suited to the task, she’s sure of it. With her brains and her...well, she has some brawn...look, whatever, she knows she’s going to make it work. She's lived here all her life, even if she's never been to the mountains, so...it'll work.
Her goal is to lure these Kleps into traps of her own design. Unfortunately, that means lots of digging and taking advantage of the terrain...but once she’s done, she’s done. She just has to set up her tent, relax, and wander from site to site waiting for the obvious result—a captured Klep.
Her first trap is a tree well. By hanging whistles that will blow in the wind and food from the tree, she’s sure that a Klep will come by and struggle to get out. Her second trap took more time, but she picked a nice hole to work around. Near one of the caves, there’s a patch of snow that has foot prints all over it and a pair of her old boots. If someone were to walk out and try to grab those boots carelessly, they’d fall into a pitfall of her own design. Her third and final trap is a tree snare trap. If someone walks into the noose hidden by leaves, they’ll be pulled in the air! And then all she has to do shoot a dart tied to a string, collect the blood or stool, and then get the hell out of there.
Unfortunately, she didn’t think much of telling other people about her traps. But hey, what’s the worse that could happen? Anyone who falls into one of her traps will have to wait a few minutes for her to come by...]
Oh, wow, looks like I finally caught one! Let’s see...
ii. on thin ice (again)
[Telling where the snow stops and the ice begins is a little more difficult than she’d like it to be. One moment, there’s the soft crunch of powder beneath her boots and the very next there’s less and less of that...until the weight of herself and her bag full of equipment is simply too much for the ice to handle.
The crack is almost deafening to her.
She glances down at the ground beneath her and spots it. One false move and she and her bag will be plunged into an icy abyss without much hope to recover. It’s all her fault, her bag is filled with tools and all sorts of machines that unnecessary for a trip to the mountains...between those and her fur coat, she’d be a goner for sure.
She laughs nervously, glancing around her. Hopefully, she’s not the only one trekking here.]
H-hey, hey! Just so we’re clear, it wasn’t my weight or anything that made the ice crack.
[Oh. Also:]
Can you help a girl out? Please? Pretty please? This is looking pretty bad for me!
iii. the station is kind of cool though
[A simulation! She lived through a simulation. How cool is that? And exploring a space station is even cooler, dang it. Her mood changes depending on where she’s spotted, but deep down she’s having sort of a good time even if her world’s been destroyed, because...]
Man, I really need to stop waking up in weird places and learning that my planet was destroyed. A girl can only handle it so many times, y’know?
[She smiles at whoever has her company, though her expression is a little tired. Later, she can also be found in the pod room standing next to a pair of pods and laughing. She even twirls! Anyone who steps closer will notice an old man (who sort of looks like Jay Leno) and a younger man are in adjacent pods.]
I can’t believe they’re both here! It makes, like, zero sense, you know? Buuut...it’s also kinda perfect, because he’s kind of my boyfriend and that old man is kinda my dad. It’s like they’re getting to spend some quality time with each other!
Precis F. Neumann ⚠ Star Ocean: Second Evolution
[Samples. Blood samples and stool samples. Precis F. Neumann, teenage whirlwind and do-it-all extraordinaire, would gladly accept these challenges. After all, a girl’s got to eat. And more importantly than that, a girl’s gotta be able to buy expensive ores and equipment. What other motive could be as pure as hers, right? And there’s absolutely no one more suited to the task, she’s sure of it. With her brains and her...well, she has some brawn...look, whatever, she knows she’s going to make it work. She's lived here all her life, even if she's never been to the mountains, so...it'll work.
Her goal is to lure these Kleps into traps of her own design. Unfortunately, that means lots of digging and taking advantage of the terrain...but once she’s done, she’s done. She just has to set up her tent, relax, and wander from site to site waiting for the obvious result—a captured Klep.
Her first trap is a tree well. By hanging whistles that will blow in the wind and food from the tree, she’s sure that a Klep will come by and struggle to get out. Her second trap took more time, but she picked a nice hole to work around. Near one of the caves, there’s a patch of snow that has foot prints all over it and a pair of her old boots. If someone were to walk out and try to grab those boots carelessly, they’d fall into a pitfall of her own design. Her third and final trap is a tree snare trap. If someone walks into the noose hidden by leaves, they’ll be pulled in the air! And then all she has to do shoot a dart tied to a string, collect the blood or stool, and then get the hell out of there.
Unfortunately, she didn’t think much of telling other people about her traps. But hey, what’s the worse that could happen? Anyone who falls into one of her traps will have to wait a few minutes for her to come by...]
Oh, wow, looks like I finally caught one! Let’s see...
ii. on thin ice (again)
[Telling where the snow stops and the ice begins is a little more difficult than she’d like it to be. One moment, there’s the soft crunch of powder beneath her boots and the very next there’s less and less of that...until the weight of herself and her bag full of equipment is simply too much for the ice to handle.
The crack is almost deafening to her.
She glances down at the ground beneath her and spots it. One false move and she and her bag will be plunged into an icy abyss without much hope to recover. It’s all her fault, her bag is filled with tools and all sorts of machines that unnecessary for a trip to the mountains...between those and her fur coat, she’d be a goner for sure.
She laughs nervously, glancing around her. Hopefully, she’s not the only one trekking here.]
H-hey, hey! Just so we’re clear, it wasn’t my weight or anything that made the ice crack.
[Oh. Also:]
Can you help a girl out? Please? Pretty please? This is looking pretty bad for me!
iii. the station is kind of cool though
[A simulation! She lived through a simulation. How cool is that? And exploring a space station is even cooler, dang it. Her mood changes depending on where she’s spotted, but deep down she’s having sort of a good time even if her world’s been destroyed, because...]
Man, I really need to stop waking up in weird places and learning that my planet was destroyed. A girl can only handle it so many times, y’know?
[She smiles at whoever has her company, though her expression is a little tired. Later, she can also be found in the pod room standing next to a pair of pods and laughing. She even twirls! Anyone who steps closer will notice an old man (who sort of looks like Jay Leno) and a younger man are in adjacent pods.]
I can’t believe they’re both here! It makes, like, zero sense, you know? Buuut...it’s also kinda perfect, because he’s kind of my boyfriend and that old man is kinda my dad. It’s like they’re getting to spend some quality time with each other!