second flight. ( video. )

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[A little after being taken off to Vanille's Magical Dirt Expedition, Fang has decided to laze about in a tree. She's leaned back against the trunk, one hand on her knee, the other hanging at her side, and looks to be the very picture of relaxation.]

Finally got this plant to stop jerking me around. [She makes a lazy motion to the mirror.] So, I've looked up and down for the batty Queen, even poked around that Labyrinth for a bit, and I've got nothing to show for it. [She's irritated, but it doesn't show in her voice or her body language.] Since it seems like me and my family are in this for the long haul, I want to know: what do you people do around here, anyway? Pick flowers? Sing songs around a campfire? Get handsy with one another? Seems like when something stupid isn't happening, there's not a lot to be done.

[She glances off to the side, and rolls her eyes.] Times like this, I wish Light or Snow were around. Light was good for a spar, and Snow, well. He made a good punching bag. [She laughs.

After a while:] The name's Fang, by the way. If it matters.

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[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

You'll never find her, she'll only come out when you don't want her.

[brands.livejournal.com]

That's hospitable of her. Guess I'll have to hang tight.

So, cheerleader. What do you do when you're bored?

[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

Around here? Not much anymore, since my girl's gone. Sing, I guess?

[brands.livejournal.com]

[She's a little quiet, trying to think about what she'd do if Vanille suddenly disappeared in this place. She'd probably lose it.] Sorry to hear about that. Your girl, that is.

You didn't peg me for the singing type, but I guess it takes all kinds. [She smirks.] I bet you're easier on the ears than those crazy roses.

[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

She's safer back home. I'll rough it out.

Like honey, babe.

[brands.livejournal.com]

That's the spirit. With any luck, you'll get back to her.

Yeah? I'd like to hear it, sometime.

[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

You will, if I can find anyone around here who knows how to use a freaking instrument.

[brands.livejournal.com]

I'm sure there's someone. How about you ask around?

[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

Eww, I'll turn into a Rachel.

[brands.livejournal.com]

Well, how else are you gonna find out who plays, kid? Smoke signals?

[a beat:] Who's Rachel?

[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

I don't need to.

She's some hobbit from back home who thinks she's Barbara Streisand.

[brands.livejournal.com]

[There's a snort of amusement.] Whatever you say.

[About half those words flew over Fang's head, but:] I'm guessing you two aren't particularly friendly with each other.

[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

[She will always think everyone who doesn't get her cultural references are just weird.]

No. She's a tiny little control freak.

[brands.livejournal.com]

I've met a few of those in my day. Always too uptight to have any fun, right?

[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

Exactly.