Pose Tracker> Marivel Armitage has posed.
"Does air conditioning not exist on Lunar? What is the Althena even doing here?" Marivel throws up her hands in frustration. "Temperature control is one of the key benefits of modern society. Prevents heat strokes, improves air quality, allows you to ride around in a giant robot without passing out from heat exhaustion...Even without machines there are plenty of methods to ensure you are slightly less melting in the sun...Though I would strongly suggest, at minimum, making use of cold coils--"

She sighs wistfully, staring into the distance. She draws out her microphone which, uh, at least doesn't look like machina. So there's that. She twirls it around her hand for a moment taking a deep breath to calm herself down. She doesn't really breathe, exactly, but it's a learned gesture that helps at least.

"I'm sorry," She asides to Isolde. "It has been a difficult week for me."

She takes in a deep breath and then looks to the children.

"And you might think, after he defeated the sandworms, that all was well...."

She slowly approaches, using her microphone to increase her volume. "But then..."

She walks closer. "Just as he was resting on his laurels..."

She steps closer. "Thinking that his duty for the day was complete..."

She raises both arms into the air, hands shaped like claws, and roars mightily. "THE ALMIGHTY SIN ARRIVED...VENGEANCE IN ITS EYES..."

"And then...before he could react.... SIN ATE HIM WHOLE! Down the gullet, in a single bite!"

"Yummmm..." Marivel said, rubbing her stomach. "High Summoner is the tastiest summoner, Sin thought most monstrously to itself...!"

Marivel why.