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witchesreign2011-09-28 08:47 pm
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[ While SeeD exams are very interesting and all, truthfully, it's hard to say that Claire really cares that much about them when in they're in the process of taking place. For her, today isn't that much different than any other day. Just more time to try and find something to do while school isn't currently in session, right?
To those who saw the instructor during the duration of the... phenomenon recently, she certainly looks different now- her hooded cape is gone, and even though it might be slowly growing cooler outside, after so long wearing the amount of clothing that had been required to protect her during the day, she's very glad things are back to normal.
For more reasons than one, of course... but for now and most obviously to an outsider's eye, she definitely seems determined to soak up all of the sunlight now that she can again, given herpractically trademarked short skirt and a high-collared - but sleeveless - top in neutral colors. Most of the morning, she can be found at the quad, flipping through a number of books as if she's looking for something...
Eventually, though, she leaves the school entirely. Considering she's bringing along the bronze-colored gunblade she bought in this world, it looks like she's probably off to fight monsters outside of those found in the training center. And yet she doesn't go far, and now there's a pink-haired fighter sitting on top of an old fence left behind years before, half lost in thought and cutting up what looks a lot like a large taproot of some kind with a long knife.
Why? Take a guess.
Apparently, Claire has managed to find a sight even natives of this world might be surprised to witness- at least here in Balamb. Before long, a large and very yellow something steps tentatively out of the nearby trees, and after a few seconds of consideration, comes just close enough to take a bit of vegetable out of the attentive woman's outstretched hand.
Random wild chocobo, anyone? Just don't make any sudden moves... ]
To those who saw the instructor during the duration of the... phenomenon recently, she certainly looks different now- her hooded cape is gone, and even though it might be slowly growing cooler outside, after so long wearing the amount of clothing that had been required to protect her during the day, she's very glad things are back to normal.
For more reasons than one, of course... but for now and most obviously to an outsider's eye, she definitely seems determined to soak up all of the sunlight now that she can again, given her
Eventually, though, she leaves the school entirely. Considering she's bringing along the bronze-colored gunblade she bought in this world, it looks like she's probably off to fight monsters outside of those found in the training center. And yet she doesn't go far, and now there's a pink-haired fighter sitting on top of an old fence left behind years before, half lost in thought and cutting up what looks a lot like a large taproot of some kind with a long knife.
Why? Take a guess.
Apparently, Claire has managed to find a sight even natives of this world might be surprised to witness- at least here in Balamb. Before long, a large and very yellow something steps tentatively out of the nearby trees, and after a few seconds of consideration, comes just close enough to take a bit of vegetable out of the attentive woman's outstretched hand.
Random wild chocobo, anyone? Just don't make any sudden moves... ]
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Lightning wouldn't laugh at him. Not like that. And definitely not in response to something like what he'd just said – except, perhaps, in her dry but fond manner. Hope's jaw automatically tenses, hands clenching into fists at his sides.
He won't let Claire scare him off. Not this time. He's determined.]
What's so funny?
[Hope's voice has that demanding edge to it again, though it's calm in spite of everything, the boy lifting his chin defiantly.]
wow why didn't you punch me in the face for not replying here
[ And that's the only warning at all Hope gets before the former PSICOM officer finally acts out against him. In an abrupt show of casual aggression, her hand snaps out to grab his collar, pushing him back in front of her as she steps forward. It's obvious she has no lack of practice in being intimidating...
... But for all of that, the shift doesn't extend as far as her flipping from anger to laughter and right back again. Her eyes are narrowed, but otherwise her face is strangely blank, her voice low and oddly muddled in contrast to her generally clear, even tone. ]
Killing teenagers is too much... I don't want to do it again.
because I suck even more |D
[His eyes shoot wide open as she abruptly grabs him like that and hauls him over, arms flailing practically of their own accord as he fights to keep his balance. Something swims in the pit of his stomach, briefly, but then it's overcome and he's bringing his hands up in an attempt to shove her arm away in protest, anger flashing in his eyes.]
Killed who? [He grits his teeth – probably a bluff, anyway. Trying to threaten him and push him around. Well, he's not having anything of it! Or so he'll convince himself, anyway.] Who did you kill, L—Farron?
I challenge that sentiment /)_(\
[ She finally lets go and shoves him back to avoid being shoved away herself, deliberately looking and sounding a little disgusted-- but frowns to herself too, over the knowledge that what she's implying might not even be true anyway. Then again, all she has to believe in Hope's survival in her world is the fact that the other Pulse l'Cie insisted upon it. He hadn't actually been there on board the Palamecia with them.
Shaking her head, she turns to find and gather the bag she'd brought along out with her. Does she care what this boy thinks of her? Not at all.
But what she said was true: hurting him here wouldn't affect her home, and could mean she's up for at least a third try once she finds her way back. That's not something she wants to do, regardless of her willingness to attempt it if necessary. ]