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[fearless_damsel]

 [Heather isn't known for being one of the most stable people in the school. She stays up late, can be found wandering around campus long after the sun has disappeared, winds up in the infirmary much too often with a strange assortment of injuries...

But this is a bit different.

It's the evening, the sunlight dimmed, sky colored a light gray--

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Hahah, so long as you're pleased!

[sharpstone]

Oh, I've definitely got a few screws loose. I thought it was part of my charm, really. [ Fang isn't too attached to life. She can't be - her mark seems to be inert, or at least not advancing any, but Vanille's certainly is. And Fang's never once for an instant considered their fates as separate. Vanille's timer is hers, as real to her as if her mark were active. Which means, considering where it's at and how fast it's moving, that she probably has a year left - eighteen months if she's lucky, six if she isn't. It's funny, in a very dark way: though Fang keeps thinking of it as the end, she won't actually die. She'll live forever one way or another, either as a monster or as crystal.

But why bring it up? There's nothing anyone can do. It is the one thing that Fang accepts as inevitable, unchangeable. Nothing is impossible, except escaping her fate. She acknowledges this, but it would probably just upset people. They may hate her when she's gone for keeping it a secret, but they'll have to adapt and move on. ]Fair warning: my guy'll

So do I! ...Probably will have to wait until they're not pokemon, though.

[sharpstone]

[ There are only so many solutions that Fang can think of. And though she has many talents, she has very little idea of how powers that seem more like magic work. "All" she has is her enhanced physical qualities; she wouldn't trade them for the world, but it seems that they work very different from even Vanille's healing, to pick a simple example. Fang just tends to think of more physical, more action-oriented solutions to problems - thus the idea of a phrase or sensation to snap her out of it. She knows better than to muddle something like this - if Heather wants to pursue the idea, she'd be better off talking with someone who knows what they're doing, since this isn't an emergency.

She pauses, eyes in the direction of the lances but not really seeing them as she thinks. ] Huh. Hadn't thought about that, actually. Might not be the worst idea - you see how the blades are different? It's meant more for capturing - or taming, if you will [ she grins ] - than for outright attack. It can take something down without too much damage if you

Haha, yeah. Even though a cat with a lance sparing with a dragon would be pretty epic. xD

[fearless_damsel]

[She might just do that. Or maybe just start saying random things into a mirror and seeing what works and what doesn't. Which is not a good idea at all, but Heather isn't exactly the expert on good ideas.

She actually... looks a bit disappointed.] Oh. [A smiting rod should be for killing things. All weapons should be for killing things. What is this. You have crushed my brutal hero dreams, lance.] ... Ah. [And this is her realizing that she's completely lost the point of what they're trying to do-- not kill people. She laughs, just a little, nervously.]
Um... Sorry, just... not used to seeing weapons not made for killing, I guess. [T-takes another sip of hot chocolate, absentmindedly.] Yeah, that... might be what we're looking for though. What, um... about the others? [She's unfamiliar with quite a few out of that selection. Sure, she's had experience with weapons from a young age, but it was limited, and strictly modernized. Lances? Not exactly something her father would spend time explaining to her how to use.]

as long as it didn't end up being the "puss in boots" version of st. george, we'd be good

[sharpstone]

To be honest with ya, I've only ever used it on animals. [ She says it evenly, casually, but the implication is still there: against humans, she's always used the damaging ones. ] The wooden one's just for practice, though I guess you could use it like a club. And my main one's pretty basic, made to handle just about anything you can throw at it.

There are other types out there. My own teacher claimed hers was built to properly channel mana or something. I never really paid attention to that. And my dad's- [ she frowns slightly, trying to remember. Fang remembers her childhood; it's her teenage years that are gone. But it was still a long time ago, and she hadn't been as interested back then. Her need to fight had been born on the day she saw her whole clan get wiped out, and by then her father and his lance were gone. ] -I think his was just for hitting as hard and as fast as possible.

[ And then she smiles quietly, that old Oerban pride resurfacing. ] We've gotten pretty good at making and modifying our stuff. So it sorta depends