second flight. ( video. )

[brands.livejournal.com]

[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.

Comments

[peachhat.livejournal.com]

No idea what an Eidalohn is, to be honest.

[Tenshi quickly shook her head at the later]

Oh, that's just because you're an earth-crawling human. I'm tough enough to last an entire day fighting a dozen people who attack by shooting a couple hundred magical attacks a second. Are you anywhere near that tough? You don't look like it!

[brands.livejournal.com]

You seem the type to talk a lot without knowing much.

[She shrugs, turns her head away. Closes her eyes and leans back against the tree branch.

After a moment, she begins to throw a fang-shaped crystal in the air.] Yeah, yeah. Sounds like a load of hot air to me. Even if it's true, I don't respect a fighter that goes around beating her chest and yelling about how weak everyone else is just to start a fight. Strong or not.

[peachhat.livejournal.com]

No, I'm the type to talk about relevant things.

[She moved a bit closer, then brushed her hair back with the back of her hand]

I haven't seen anyone run around beating their chest, you're confusing people with macaques, I think. Nor is anyone having hot air. And I'm not yelling, either. I'm just pointing out facts, you know. Not my fault you can't handle that.

[brands.livejournal.com]

Keep telling yourself that.

[A sharp, mocking laugh.] They don't have figures of speech where you come from? Like I said, even if it is true, I've got no respect for the way you go about looking for fights. You're a pain in the ass. Go find someone else to bother.

[peachhat.livejournal.com]

Keep telling yourself you have a point. It's funny.

[She shrugged] And sorry, your respect isn't exactly something I consider particularly important. I'll go where I want and talk to whom I want the way I want. If you have a problem with that, why don't you go and complain to someone? I'm sure someone will listen.

[brands.livejournal.com]

Go ahead and keep talking then. Only thing is, you'll be talking to yourself. Shove off.

[A sarcastic little wave, and the Mirror rolls up.]