[Fang's outside! Near Dat l'Cie Household. She's out in the open, and is throwing a fang-shaped crystal in the air and catching it. It flickers, catches the light of the fading sun, but it seems to glow on its own as well.]

'Bout time I tried doing this. [She grins, throws the crystal up one last time.]

Bahamut!

[The crystal morphs in mid-air, forms a series of dark, glowing runes. The clouds surrounding the runes begin to take shape, and eventually form a black dragon that shatters each rune as it descends, before it lands on two legs, the ground rumbling beneath its feet. Fang smirks.]

Been a long time, hu... [She pauses, studies the creature in front of her, who stares back at her without blinking. She frowns, scratching the back of her neck. She taps her foot.]

Something's different about you. Can't quite put my finger on it. What did you do, change something around?

[If an Eidolon could shrug, Bahamut would do so. Finally, Fang seems to grasp what's wrong.]

You gotta be kidding me...you too? What the hell did that crazy woman do to you?

[The Eidolon Bahamut is now of the lady persuasion. Fang is not pleased.]

You know, as much as the Garden pretends otherwise, I still feel like I'm in a fucking¹ box. And I totally got over that whole 'great outdoors' thing, like... back when fuckers² still thought zeppelins were still the way of the future and shit.

[Uh-oh. Did somebody give Dot permission to speak?]

Could've been a nice change of pace or something, but at least Jacob didn't make us all play dress-up for his fuckin'³ amusement.

[Not that she hadn't enjoyed playing dress-up at the dance... Is that going to stop her complaining? I think not.]

So, it's punk ass monks or batty ass monarchs. I'd be okay with all the muff if the service weren't so lousy. Jaromir'd fuckin'⁴ spoil you if you smiled pretty enough. Not that he was ever bringing home the real bacon.

Newsflash! Ham don't taste fuck⁵-all like the real thing.

[She sighs dramatically.]

I wonder if those weird ass little pokemans are any good... girl's gotta get her greens, I guess.

Huh, hello. This is Emilia. [ A pause. She's never quite sure how to address the general community of the Gardens. ] I work at Tifa's bar, the Seventh Heaven. I was wondering if anyone saw her? Or, hey, Tifa, if you're here, could you, I don't know, say something?

I've looked all over for her. I can't find her. [ There's some idle drumming - the sound of her fingers against the bar's counter. ]

Eh, bien... Ah, if anyone does see her, tell me, d'accord?