"I could tell you some stories," Yuffie suggested brightly, "of unquestionable legality." Illegality, that was. Petty little things like the law didn't usually mean very much to her, except for the times when she had to uphold it. Always fun for the breaking, though, the law, and messy for the clean-up. Just the way she liked it
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Beatrice, the Witch in Gold, the culprit of the Rokkenjima Mass Murder incidents.--and the living vessel of a beloved brother ( ... )
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Of course, just as the young woman began to unearth the more interesting pieces, she caught the two syllables of a fake name and stopped. If the speaker had been anyone else, Ange would have continued her walk without caring if they would bother to join her. If it had been anyone else...
She glanced up the taller figure, her face unconsciously contorting in pain at his features. It vanished in the next second, leaving one to wonder if the expression had ever been there. Even she couldn't say. "Are you still on about that?" Ange muttered, not bothering to offer a return greeting. "...It's fine. It was more my fault anyway. Sorry."
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Dammit. If she could wring her hands and scream, she might have made quite the spectacle in the courtyard. As it was, Ange simply regarded each gesture, look, and word with a blank stare. Even if she would rather cling despairingly to Battler's arms and cry.
"They're as expected," she answered, voice cold. "I'm somewhat surprised no one has died yet considering all the stories, but whatever..." As though prompted by a thought, the young woman began to assess him visually. "You look unharmed."
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Only to be lost in the next instant.
"Guy with a...sword?" Ange echoed, the disbelief obvious in her tone. "What happened?" Whatever happened was unacceptable. Certainly, Battler was still well and good, but the prospect of being attacked by an armed person was hardly worth a brush off. As such, his open concern lay forgotten, with Ange torn on the possibility of loss. Again.
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And two, she hadn't been there to prevent the mistake. Dealing out chastisements now, after running around with a mere acquaintance as opposed to protecting her brother, would be the grossly hypocritical.
In a last-minute decision, Ange inhaled nasally before grunting, "Just be less of an idiot next time." Be more careful, she added silently.
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But what could Ange do? Battler was his own person. A "stranger" didn't have much of a say in looking over another's well-being. Ah, well. Whether fake, fictional, dead, or otherwise-- As long as he stayed unharmed, as long as he exercised caution, he could rant about stupid things as much as he wanted.
She shook her head, something like pity in the motion, and went to shoot down his poetics. Battler didn't give the young woman a chance, however. His next words touched on a subject that had her fumbling for a response. Giving up more than you think? What could he possibly mean by that ( ... )
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