In Blackthorn headquarters
Brün was sitting on the couch in the break room, eating an apple and staring at the controller in front of her on the table. On the television screen there was a very, very colourful menu screen, asking her to choose which person Brünhild wanted to race with. She wasn't exactly sure how she had gotten into this situation. Brün had just returned from a job, guarding another person in a high position, and on her way from the gym she had seen one of her co-workers playing this video game called Mario kart. Brün had held slight interest in videogames since they were invented but had never gotten around to playing them properly. But as she had taken a position behind her co-worker, watching them play for a minute, they had been called to work and Brün was left alone with the game.
And here she was, considering taking up the controller.
Brün finished her apple and threw it in the bio trashcan at the other side of the room with great accuracy. Then she turned to stare at the controller again, her arms crossed. But the staring competition didn't last long and Brün picked the controller up. She had memorized the things her co-worker had done with the controller, and she thought she did a decent job at picking her...driver? Character? And her automobile. Brün blinked once when the game wanted her to choose a course. She picked the one that seemed most simple, she was a beginner after all.
The race started, and Brün found herself struggling greatly with the controllers. To an outsider she would've probably looked quite amusing, an adult woman in workout gear playing videogames very badly, with a slight frown on her face.
@Dean

And here she was, considering taking up the controller.
Brün finished her apple and threw it in the bio trashcan at the other side of the room with great accuracy. Then she turned to stare at the controller again, her arms crossed. But the staring competition didn't last long and Brün picked the controller up. She had memorized the things her co-worker had done with the controller, and she thought she did a decent job at picking her...driver? Character? And her automobile. Brün blinked once when the game wanted her to choose a course. She picked the one that seemed most simple, she was a beginner after all.
The race started, and Brün found herself struggling greatly with the controllers. To an outsider she would've probably looked quite amusing, an adult woman in workout gear playing videogames very badly, with a slight frown on her face.
@Dean