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[Normally Fang didn't eat in the cafeteria, especially now that there was an actual town nearby, but apparently today was an exception. Not that she was easy to spot; she'd taken a table waaaay in the back, hopefully away from prying eyes since she certainly wasn't aiming to be seen.

Easier said than done. How did you try to hide when you were using fire? The weird new magic she'd found herself with hadn't been just a fluke, it seemed. It was getting stronger, and not in the way she was familiar with when it came to her l'cie powers...though come to think of it, her usual l'cie magic hadn't been coming easy lately. Strange.

But since it wasn't appropriate for a SeeD to use magic outside of the training room, Fang was hiding back here instead. She'd managed to get her hands on one of the hot dogs and was setting fire to it in sections at a time, apparently seeing how far she could take this magic. It was way more than enough to burn a piece of meat, that was for sure. Which meant that it could probably fry a person, no problem...

Even though she thought herself hidden, she couldn't help but think that someone was watching her. Or staring. Something. She couldn't get rid of the feeling that there were eyes on her. Maybe they were trying to ask her about the stench of burnt meat.]

[[ooc: I'll try not to be a slowpoke lamewad this time! *flail* ^^; ]]

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You know, if you'd wanted it cooked in a more well-done fashion you could have simply requested it of the chefs. [this lovely commentary comes from the table next to you, where one blond head hasn't looked up from her book.]

Maybe I'm not cookin' it.

You're doing an incredible impression of it, then. You should consider taking your show on the road, I'm sure there's enough people who would pay to see hot dogs being made to look as if they're cooking.

Don't give me ideas. Sometimes bein' a SeeD doesn't pay damn near what it should.

I don't see what the harm could be in striking up a little extra business on the side. It isn't as if they're offering you any alternative ways to augment your pay.

Heh, too true. You've gotta be some damn expert or somethin' to get a raise around here.

Not only an expert but capable of performing feats of such a high caliber that you might as well embark on a solo expedition rather than hang around waiting for the minimal bump up the pay ladder.

Unless you've got a damn good reason to hang around, I'd say.

Always true. Emotional connections will usually win out over the siren call of money, excepting a very specific kind of person. [LOOKING AT YOU, KIDSTUCK. WHY YOU MAKE LIFE HARD.]

[ That weird feeling Fang keeps getting, that sense of being watched when really there isn't any evidence of it? That's probably because there is someone aiming a dark stare at her-- a someone who also doesn't usually hang out in the cafeteria at all.

Not that she's all that hard to recognize, though you... now kind of have to know what you're looking for, first. Has Vanille happened to mention how her most beloved instructor has taken to wearing a hooded cloak even inside yet? If not, well... there's Claire sitting a short distance away anyway, and there's the hood, shadowing most of her face, with only the very edges of her pale pink hair showing.... ]

You got somethin' to say, Instructor, or what?

[ Claire tenses at being confronted, lifting her chin just enough to meet the other woman's eyes, gaze flashing with subdued anger. As hateful as she can be, she was keeping to herself, wasn't she? Just like she'd been trying to do with the rest of them too unless interaction became forced on her. All she'd been doing here was waiting for it to get dark enough outside for her to leave...

Frankly, if some other idiot hadn't already firmly planted himself in it, it's safe to say that the place of the person she dislikes the most would probably go to Fang. In a weird way, though, the Pulsian is also the most familiar to her-- or what Claire thinks should be familiar. She's the only one who seems outright unfriendly and willing to push back.

Despite what's probably best, Claire's compelled to respond in turn, her voice low. ]

I'm surprised.

Surprised? About what, exactly?

You don't prefer that stuff raw instead?

[ She can tell it was a hotdog, yes, but the implication about meat in general is still there. Her voice is deliberately even, almost bored, as she tilts her head a bit, glancing down dismissively.

... Seems being politically correct isn't that big of a priority for someone who believes you're probably out to kill everyone. ]

I'm not some barbarian, you know. Why the hell would I eat it raw?

Tastes more like children that way?

[ -- Okay, no, she doesn't actually believe Pulse l'Cie eat other humans like some rumors back on Cocoon would attest, but... now she's just being petty, her annoyance obvious despite her idle tone. With everything that's happened the last few months, put with this newest problem of everyone's powers going wild? She's beyond fed up. If she annoys the other woman enough, maybe she'll get fed up too and finally leave her alone for good.

And if she reacts, right in the midst of the cafeteria...? Not Claire's problem. ]

Right, 'cause I've got nothing better to do than go eatin' raw children.

[ Never mind that Claire is the one currently rocking the villain look in her dark clothes and hood drawn up indoors, her frustration here is the same as someone who knows they're in the right, and yet is being forced to live alongside not only those she believes to be thoroughly evil, but an entire world who can't see anything wrong with them! It's ridiculous!

She shakes her head at Fang, refusing to back down and especially annoyed at her statement- the implication seems clear to her. What activity would be better for a Pulse l'Cie...? What they're made for in the first place, of course. ]

Well, unfortunately for you, this is neither Pulse or Cocoon.

[While Cid currently does have his eyes on Fang, the initial reason for even looking in her general direction is the smell. It is, perhaps, not the first time he's smelled something like burning food of recent--what with all these new and, unfortunately, uncontrolled powers on the rise--but that said, Cid's surprised to see that it's coming from the area around her.

He doesn't recall her having the ability to use elemental magic, but it's not exactly that that troubles him. Fang has never, on any occasion, shown any signs--to him, at least--of having trouble with controlling her powers. So... Why does it seem like she may have accidentally set something on fire?

In any case, Cid heads over, curious to see what's going on.]

[Upon arriving at her table, Cid glances down at the once burnt, now somewhat frozen hot dog before his gaze flicks upwards to meet her eyes.]

May I ask what you're doing?

[There isn't an accusatory tone to his voice, but he does sound... a little curious. Fang very well may be testing out some new Ravager abilities--or so he hopes. Why she's trying them out on hot dogs instead of grats, he's not entirely sure...]

Heh. What's it look like I'm doing?

[The random burst of magic causes Cid to frown and take a small step away from the table. He doesn't have his own l'Cie powers at the moment, and he'd rather not find out what happens if he gets hit with something.]

Attempting to master your magic. [A pause.] I never took you to be the type to have trouble with it.

Not unless it's coming outta nowhere. This all just showed up out of the blue. Hell if I know why.

It ain't gonna get ya, you know.

[Better safe than sorry! He's keeping his distance.]

It's not an extension of your l'Cie powers?

[Cid could just circle to the other side of the table to see if her brand is still there, but he'll do the more polite thing and ask.]

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extremely... late....?? D:

never too late for someone as slow as me 8D

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/also extremely late DX

never too late! <3

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