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Don't you dare stare at me.
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Don't you dare stare at me.
Fir merely shrugged at the question, before making a sour face as she tasted soot in her mouth.
“Well, it’s more of I didn’t apply to Torchwood than I was rejected from it,” she explained. “Going the Beacon route is a change of pace, something different, more open. I’d feel like a Firelight super-senior in Torchwood, it’s the same people and the same social expectations. There are some disadvantages, sure, but they’re a tradeoff I can accept.”
She glanced again at the wrecked side of the bar, where the crowd was already beginning to disperse. The bartender was picking up all the pennies that Lupus had thrown at him in ‘compensation’ for the destruction of the bar, which seemed to elevate her blood pressure somewhat. She agreed with Ash’s assessment nonetheless; her own comment was just an offhand one.
“The culture clash is real, though.”
At the end of the subsequent PA announcement she stood up, smiling slightly at the administration’s incredibly understated, but passive-aggressive admonishment of the bar bomber’s actions.
“Hey, if they don’t have any, I’m sure it’s not beyond us to make our own.”
“Well, it’s more of I didn’t apply to Torchwood than I was rejected from it,” she explained. “Going the Beacon route is a change of pace, something different, more open. I’d feel like a Firelight super-senior in Torchwood, it’s the same people and the same social expectations. There are some disadvantages, sure, but they’re a tradeoff I can accept.”
She glanced again at the wrecked side of the bar, where the crowd was already beginning to disperse. The bartender was picking up all the pennies that Lupus had thrown at him in ‘compensation’ for the destruction of the bar, which seemed to elevate her blood pressure somewhat. She agreed with Ash’s assessment nonetheless; her own comment was just an offhand one.
“The culture clash is real, though.”
At the end of the subsequent PA announcement she stood up, smiling slightly at the administration’s incredibly understated, but passive-aggressive admonishment of the bar bomber’s actions.
“Hey, if they don’t have any, I’m sure it’s not beyond us to make our own.”
If you did the same thing on an airliner you would be dead.
Ah, wha, it was not even the first day of classes and she had already gotten herself into unwanted trouble. Fir consoled herself that there was not much else she could have really done anyway, short of shooting the guy for being a potential terrorist, which, while reasonable given the circumstances, didn’t seem like the most tactful thing to do. She realized that nobody was particularly injured and the damage seemed to be solely material, so she gave up on pursuing the matter further. The relevant school authorities and governing bodies, or even the other students on the airship would be taking very good care of him.
Fir caught the clean towel that entered her field of vision with a forced grin, and gave a wave of acknowledgement to the two sitting at the other side of the bar. Dusting herself off, she made her way over to the more intact section of bar.
“Aish… Thanks. Aren’t you supposed to be noticing these sorts of things, Ashart?” Having dusted herself with the towel as much as she could, the Juneau girl slid into an empty adjacent barstool. She wished she had kept her sweater on.
“These people have an attention span of a goldfish,” she commented, eyeing a blonde haired girl that had already completely forgot about the bombing and was drifting into their direction, eyes fixated on a certain rabbit Faunus. She turned her head back towards her classmates before continuing her belated greeting.
“Well, that was a rather explosive reunion! How have you two been?”
Fir reasoned she probably shouldn’t mention what happened last spring.
Fir caught the clean towel that entered her field of vision with a forced grin, and gave a wave of acknowledgement to the two sitting at the other side of the bar. Dusting herself off, she made her way over to the more intact section of bar.
“Aish… Thanks. Aren’t you supposed to be noticing these sorts of things, Ashart?” Having dusted herself with the towel as much as she could, the Juneau girl slid into an empty adjacent barstool. She wished she had kept her sweater on.
“These people have an attention span of a goldfish,” she commented, eyeing a blonde haired girl that had already completely forgot about the bombing and was drifting into their direction, eyes fixated on a certain rabbit Faunus. She turned her head back towards her classmates before continuing her belated greeting.
“Well, that was a rather explosive reunion! How have you two been?”
Fir reasoned she probably shouldn’t mention what happened last spring.
I guess I'll pull what I have from the collab and set another one up later if it's still happening. >_<
Should... Should I just make an IC post?
This one, clearly.
Vapor explosion in three, two...
The aircraft was the proverbial ship of fools, or, at least, that was the first impression that Fir had of the band of individuals within her eye shot. The incoming students of Beacon Academy were a far cry from the relatively homogenous student body that she was used to Firelight. Instead, the airship felt more like a caricature of the diverse body of people in a crowded big city bus, if there was such a thing. Fir Juneau sat on the upper deck of the airship, watching her fellow newcomers as she nibbled on a small jelly cookie. She likely looked the most “normal” of the people on deck –She wore a simple orange knit sweater over an understated black school uniform. But she, too stood out, as she duly noted her lack of baggage compared to other students had already led to a few skewed glances or skeptical expressions. Indeed, she carried nothing on her body but the clothes she wore and the cookie she ate—everything else was safely hidden away in her own bubble of space.
Melodramatic thoughts and opinions aside, the socially awkward freshman crowd was normal enough, save for a certain man in a tin suit sitting down and the rather conspicuous looking silver-haired fellow by the railings. She recognized the armor the fellow was donning as a top-tier model of one of Gruppe Juneau’s competitors, and ultimately she dismissed the guy as some rich kid who was showing off his expensive set of battle armor that his father gave him. The bloke by the railing, however, put Fir on a bit of an edge as he tactlessly (and overzealously) brandished his weapons in a fit of… whatever angsty emotion the kid was experiencing. Fir subconsciously edged herself away in her seat. In any case, there were a few acquaintances from her previous school attending Beacon, so transitioning into this new environment shouldn’t be too big of a deal.
Whatever uncomfortable thoughts Juneau had were interrupted by a near-silent beep in her ear, and a small phone-sized holopad appeared in her hand, almost as if it slid down from her sleeve.
Aha, speak of the devil! Her fellow big-gun wielding friend Mr. Bunnysuit Ashart was in the bar just forward of where she was. Her phone disappeared again, and Fir stood up from the little bench she was sitting on. She might as well drop by and catch up with her former classmate. Taking off the sweater that covered her uniform, Fir left the windswept open deck into the bar below.
Unfortunately, the first thing that Fir saw upon entering the bar area was not the beautifully arranged drinks nor her fellow classmates Ash and Eurwen by the rather buff bartender, but the disturbing bloke from earlier, playing idly with several vials of primary-colored dust at the bar counter. Several vials of colored dust that Fir specifically knew made up the basic ingredients for a volatile reagent used in bomb-making. Pouring random dust together might as well been akin to mixing bleach and ammonia, a big no-no that everybody except terrorists knew not to do.
“Hey, mister! Hey! Listen, I wouldn't-” she started, drawing closer.
But alas, it was too late, and in a second, the bar, the drinks, and the bartender’s shirt were no more, and there was now a great deal of soot all over Fir and her face.
Melodramatic thoughts and opinions aside, the socially awkward freshman crowd was normal enough, save for a certain man in a tin suit sitting down and the rather conspicuous looking silver-haired fellow by the railings. She recognized the armor the fellow was donning as a top-tier model of one of Gruppe Juneau’s competitors, and ultimately she dismissed the guy as some rich kid who was showing off his expensive set of battle armor that his father gave him. The bloke by the railing, however, put Fir on a bit of an edge as he tactlessly (and overzealously) brandished his weapons in a fit of… whatever angsty emotion the kid was experiencing. Fir subconsciously edged herself away in her seat. In any case, there were a few acquaintances from her previous school attending Beacon, so transitioning into this new environment shouldn’t be too big of a deal.
Whatever uncomfortable thoughts Juneau had were interrupted by a near-silent beep in her ear, and a small phone-sized holopad appeared in her hand, almost as if it slid down from her sleeve.
Aha, speak of the devil! Her fellow big-gun wielding friend Mr. Bunnysuit Ashart was in the bar just forward of where she was. Her phone disappeared again, and Fir stood up from the little bench she was sitting on. She might as well drop by and catch up with her former classmate. Taking off the sweater that covered her uniform, Fir left the windswept open deck into the bar below.
Unfortunately, the first thing that Fir saw upon entering the bar area was not the beautifully arranged drinks nor her fellow classmates Ash and Eurwen by the rather buff bartender, but the disturbing bloke from earlier, playing idly with several vials of primary-colored dust at the bar counter. Several vials of colored dust that Fir specifically knew made up the basic ingredients for a volatile reagent used in bomb-making. Pouring random dust together might as well been akin to mixing bleach and ammonia, a big no-no that everybody except terrorists knew not to do.
“Hey, mister! Hey! Listen, I wouldn't-” she started, drawing closer.
But alas, it was too late, and in a second, the bar, the drinks, and the bartender’s shirt were no more, and there was now a great deal of soot all over Fir and her face.
Post coming up, so pls don't blow anything else up until then!
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