‣ oerba yun "the oldest broad on the planet" fang. (
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[Fang's up...somewhere pretty high, up on the rooftop of a building. Looks like she's pulling a Batman and getting her brood on. She is in heavier, drabber clothing than usual (to her displeasure), save the scarf around her neck, which looks a fair bit more elaborate. Her spear is propped up nearby.
It almost seems as if she doesn't know she's being recorded, but then she speaks up:]
'Round this time of year, in Oerba — that's where I'm from — there would be big hunting parties. A last little bit of celebration before the chill and the frost set in from the mountains nearby. Suppose that'd be my version of this "Krissmiss" thing you lot have been going on about.
[She picks up the spear and stands to her feet. Stretches her free arm over her head.] When things started to go south, with the war and all...
[Another bout of stretching...] ...we couldn't do that no more. Not enough groups to go hunting, you see, and the land wasn't safe. The animals scattered. I figure they were smarter than we were. That's not much of a holiday story though, is it? Guess I'm in a reminiscing mood. But I was wondering: is there anything to hunt around here? Anything safe to eat? A spar'll only go so far.
[She tilts her head.] Have any of you ever hunted for your own food? There's gotta be someone around here who's not like... [Cocoon people. She waves a hand.]
Point is, I'm starting to go stir-crazy. Even Cocoon had some nature, here and there.
It almost seems as if she doesn't know she's being recorded, but then she speaks up:]
'Round this time of year, in Oerba — that's where I'm from — there would be big hunting parties. A last little bit of celebration before the chill and the frost set in from the mountains nearby. Suppose that'd be my version of this "Krissmiss" thing you lot have been going on about.
[She picks up the spear and stands to her feet. Stretches her free arm over her head.] When things started to go south, with the war and all...
[Another bout of stretching...] ...we couldn't do that no more. Not enough groups to go hunting, you see, and the land wasn't safe. The animals scattered. I figure they were smarter than we were. That's not much of a holiday story though, is it? Guess I'm in a reminiscing mood. But I was wondering: is there anything to hunt around here? Anything safe to eat? A spar'll only go so far.
[She tilts her head.] Have any of you ever hunted for your own food? There's gotta be someone around here who's not like... [Cocoon people. She waves a hand.]
Point is, I'm starting to go stir-crazy. Even Cocoon had some nature, here and there.
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I have not personally hunted on my own. In long treks across regions, however, alongside a party of six, hunting became essential. I would accompany some members of my party in finding food upon finding a place of repose, but as I am not particularly strong in my own right, my place was designated to magicks and healing.
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It seems many worlds have their own points of celebration. A hunting party seems most exhilirating.
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Magic and healing's useful. In a place like this, where you don't know the terrain or the creatures lurking around, it might make the difference between life and death.
[She taps the spear against a dense packing of ice near the edge of the rooftop. Her expression turns nostalgic.] That it was. We didn't do much gift-giving, but it was one of those times everyone worked together. Oerba was like that.
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[A tug at her scarf...] Thanks for the gift, by the way. 'Fraid I didn't get you anything myself...still trying to figure out this holiday. I owe you one.
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[ a little pause, as he fidgets, pulling on the fingertips of his white gloves, almost about to pull them off. ] Now that you've spoken of adventuring, I must admit to becoming "stir-crazy", myself.
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[She smiles, a little. It's almost fond.] Reading's not keeping you preoccupied? [A pause...she tucks a stray braid behind her ear.] Was never much of a reader, myself. Vanille liked it more.
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[ at the mention of reading, he looks rather sheepish, before sobering. ] And Vanille is your...?
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it's still kind of a foreign concept to Larsa--that kind of friendship is, anyway. ]
Ah. [ his voice is quiet. ] Is she here, with you?
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It is truly a relief to know most here do have someone to turn to from their own homes.
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[She trails off, and studies Larsa for a bit.] You all right?