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[ACTION] Bossy Britches

You two! Move those supplies to the infirmary, and don't even THINK about walking!

[Grell's standing in a severely damaged hallway, checking where the needed supplies to help with recovery efforts need to go.

Meaning that she's bossing random cadets around.

Once in a while, she'll lift up a large piece of debris, revealing more damage beneath. Due to assisting with the battle, she has a bandage on her neck to cover up an injury. Since the beginning of the new quarter, Grell has since changed back to her usual attire of slacks and her infamous red trench coat.]

And can someone get me an orange juice?! [She says to no one, and everyone, in particular.]

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[ After getting her leg healed, Thumbelina only experiences a dull kind of ache that is still annoying, but it doesn't hinder her work. She is quick to leave, then appear with a glass of juice. ]

Here you go, Mrs. Grell.

[Whoa, wait. Someone actually listened and FULFILLED her request?! Awesome!]

[Grell happily takes the orange juice and take a sip. She nods in approval.]

Quite nice~! You're such a dear!

[ Thumbelina beams. ]

Thank you. I just want to be helpful.

And you are the most helpful! I may have an important job for you~!

[ Thumbelina clasps her hands together. ]

You do?

Yes, I do! You seem to be an expert at being helpful, so perhaps you can be my very special assistant~?

Really? Oh my gosh! I would love to be your assistant, Mrs. Grell!

[Mrs. Grell...that's so precious!]

Excellent! Shall we shake on it~? [Grell extends her hand to Thumbelina, grinning.]

[ Thumbelina nods eagerly. ]

Of course! Of course! [ She puts her hand to Grell's and shakes it. ]

Excellent~! Report for duty at o-eight hundred hours!

[And hopefully Grell will be awake by then.]

[ Thumbelina puts a hand to her head's side in salute, nodding. ]

Yes, Ma'am!

[ ...now what does she mean by 'o-eight hundred hours'? ]

[Koriand'r was just heading over in that direction having told to go help over there and help. She has a bandage on her arm from being injured, but it was minor and she'd work through it.

She does so happen to have a glass of orange juice she had taken, thinking she wanted to drink, but she didn't want it anymore. So when she hears someone calling out for orange juice she walks over]

You are welcome to have mine.

[Honestly, some cadets were just too nice for their own good. Grell smiles and takes the drink.]

What a gentle soul you are~! [She takes a sip but blinks, retracting her mouth from the glass.] ...there's pulp in it!

[Most of the time she really want too nice]

Oh, there is? Sorry, that was the only thing they had left.

[There really isn't pulp in the juice, but since the other girl believed her...]

They should have thrown it away! [Which Grell promptly does with the drink. Who cares if it was in a glass(???).]

[Koriand'r is definitely confused by the reaction, looking surprised at the reaction. Luckily it was in a take-away cup so nothing breaks, but still...]

Well... some people like it with pulp so that's probably just what they had.

Yes, and those people should be banned as well!

That seems like a bit of an overreaction for something so trivial.

It isn't trivial if I have to DEAL WITH IT.

Well, then you don't have to drink it. If other people like it, its not an issue.

Did you not just see me toss it into the rubbish? Please DON'T tell me you're blind as well.

Yes... I did and I'm not blind. I still don't see what the issue is.

Then perhaps is it not sight that inhibits you. [ADJUSTS GLASSES]

Or perhaps you are you are too sensitive about what other people drink.

Quite the OPPOSITE. Now, if you're not in class or helping out, I'll have to report you~! [GRINS] Better make yourself scarce, darling~!

[Totally abusing her power.]

[Koriand'r is getting really annoyed with this attitude, but she has to keep her cool. She is just cadet after all, which in her opinion really only means something here]

I am helping. I was sent over her to see if you needed help.

Then thank you for your...assistance so far. [Grell points a gloved finger over to something.] The repair crew are in need of these two toolboxes. Won't you be a dear and bring them to the crew~?

[Grell knows they're pretty heavy, which is why she isn't doing it. Although with her strength, Grell could easily do it.]

[Koriand'r immediately heads over to the toolboxes she indicated, mostly because she wanted to hide the look of annoyance at Grell's attitude. She hates when people are like that. Without any effort at all, she picks up both of the toolboxes and heads in the direction]

[Grell watches her walk away, and makes a mental note to keep an eye on that girl. Everyone else had a hard time lifting up one. Obviously she's far stronger than she looks.]

[It'll only be a few minutes before Koriand'r returns having delivered the toolboxes. Luckily she had calmed a bit now that she was actually doing something useful]

What else do you need my help with?

[Grell crosses her arms, leaning her hips to one side with an amused smile.]

Nothing in particular, but perhaps another group could use your help. We seem to be done here.

If you are sure you don't need my help with anything else.

[Aerith is picking through the rubble, searching for stray souls who might need some healing. The infirmary patients are stable---she just needs to get some more help. And she finds the woman who attacked Reno? Aerith moves over, hands folded firmly behind her back.]

Battle wasn't so kind to you this time, was it?

[Grell looks over her shoulder, finding that girl from before. She gives Aerith a sharp grin.]

On the contrary, the battle was very good to me~! [She genuinely means it.] If only there were a bit more action like that on more frequent occasions~!

Don't tell me you'll go looking for it now? This is a time of healing.

[Aerith frowned, lending a small stock of her spells to a passing medic with a murmured wish for luck.]

For others perhaps.

[Grell sees that same person pass by and steals a spell from him. A Zombie spell. Interesting.]

[Aerith watches Grell's hand suspiciously. Huh.]

And you're so powerful that you've come through it all unscathed, right? Completely?

What is the point in not receiving a few scars in the HEAT of battle? I'd rather not come out unscathed, else I shall be seen as unfeeling of the passion received during battle~!

[Yes, love is a battlefield, and battles are started in love. Or so Grell thinks.]

Some people say that the skill you use in battle is more important, that it can look like art.

I don't see why you need to risk your life! [Or anyone else's, she thought bitterly]

That is also true, but I tend to go overboard with things, as you well know. [Smirks]

Far more than necessary.

[Aerith's frown remains as she starts clearing the hallway, gently catching someone's arm and offering them another cure spell. She quietly advises them to go to the infirmary, she'll see them soon.]

Compared to that, this cleanup must be dreadfully boring.

Indeed, it is. But supervising others is some form of stimulation.

Pleasure in watching while we do work?

[Aerith uses her staff to help some of the students gain some leverage to pick up debris, shaking her head. How odd.]

Yes, you can sum it up in such a way.

[Grell raises an eyebrow, because this girl is too...wholesome for her tastes. So she does something about it.]

YOU with the large hair! [She picks out a random cadet with a pointed finger.] That debris will need to go to a new pile over there! [She then points to a new place much further away.

The sour look the cadet gives Grell is priceless, but she does as instructed.]

Thanks~! [GRINS]

[Aerith casts a small float spell to lighten that particular load with a blink-and-you'll-miss-it flick of her hand.]

Is there a reason? Does that make it easier to dispose of?

Not at all.

[Aerith can help all she wants. There are more cadets than her out here cleaning up, so she can fret about them since Grell won't.]

Are you done with your inquisitions?

If you're done talking to me, sure.

[Aerith walks...sideways, keeping part of her gaze on Grell the whole way. She hasn't provoked an attack, but...she wonders. Huh.]

[Grell just grins with those TEETH of hers as Aerith walks away.]

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[ACTION] Bossy Britches

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Not going to lie... I snickered at that.

LOL yeah, Grell is picky.

I can see

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