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exsilium2012-12-30 01:41 pm
transgressed) wrote in exsilium2012-12-30 01:41 pm
two. (video.)
[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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How long have you used it for?
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[She hums in a contemplative sort of way. It's easy enough to remember as long as she doesn't touch on her memories of Ragnarok, which are still fuzzy and hard to understand.] Since I was a kid, just about. I started off with lighter polearms than this and worked my way up. Where I'm from, you have to know how to fend for yourself.
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