two. (video.)

[transgressed]

[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.

Comments

[transgressed]

Heh, you think so? Always felt it suited me.

Hm. [She hums, contemplative.] You said you don't hunt, so what do you do?

[wilder]

Sure do. Real fitting for a hunter too.

I'm a mercenary, so I got plenty of fighting skills to make up for the lack of hunting.

[transgressed]

That's a dangerous job. [On the video, Fang tugs at her scarf. Usually, she would not express interest in the lives of other people, but this place has her a little restless, and she decides she's curious.] How'd you get into a profession like that?

[wilder]

Can be. [He's getting used to this, going by this tale. Sure beats the real one] Freedom of it appealed. Didn't have any real ties back at home and good at fighting, so...[Yeah]

[transgressed]

Sounds exciting. [Fang can admit that much, but then her expression turns thoughtful.] Lonely, though.

[wilder]

[There's that loneliness line again. There's a very quick pause before he chuckles]

Heh heh, I guess sometimes- but there was still local girls, people at the taverns- and sometimes you travel with people!

So it works out.

[transgressed]

This place must be a drag, in comparison. [It sure as hell was one for her. Better than being a fugitive, but she was starting to get cabin fever...]

[wilder]

A serious drag! I'm bored outta my mind half the time. If I don't get a mission or something soon, I might go mad.

[transgressed]

[A sympathetic noise.] You haven't gotten to go on one yet?

[wilder]

Nope, not at a one.

What about you?

[transgressed]

Not at all. So far this has been one big, lousy vacation.

[wilder]

Jeez, seriously?!

[a groan] What's the point of even bringing us here if they aren't gonna do anything with us?

[transgressed]

That's what I wanna know. [Her expression darkens, briefly, and then she seems to relax. Another lazy shrug, a smirk.] Guess we'll figure it out sooner or later. I'd wager they're not planning on letting us relax forever.

[wilder]

Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just a matter of time or something.

[transgressed]

Suppose we've just got to hang tight, then.

Been good talking to you, Kaneis. Maybe we'll see each other around.