[action // cafeteria]

[bahamutgal]

[Normally Fang didn't eat in the cafeteria, especially now that there was an actual town nearby, but apparently today was an exception. Not that she was easy to spot; she'd taken a table waaaay in the back, hopefully away from prying eyes since she certainly wasn't aiming to be seen.

Easier said than done. How did you try to hide when you were

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[bookshrew]

You know, if you'd wanted it cooked in a more well-done fashion you could have simply requested it of the chefs. [this lovely commentary comes from the table next to you, where one blond head hasn't looked up from her book.]

[bahamutgal]

[Fang's eyes sweep over to who'd spoken, but just scoffs and goes back to the burning meat.] Maybe I'm not cookin' it.

[bookshrew]

You're doing an incredible impression of it, then. You should consider taking your show on the road, I'm sure there's enough people who would pay to see hot dogs being made to look as if they're cooking.

[bahamutgal]

Don't give me ideas. Sometimes bein' a SeeD doesn't pay damn near what it should.

extremely... late....?? D:

[subjected]

[ That weird feeling Fang keeps getting, that sense of being watched when really there isn't any evidence of it? That's probably because there is someone aiming a dark stare at her-- a someone who also doesn't usually hang out in the cafeteria at all.

Not that she's all that hard to recognize, though you... now kind of have to know what you're looking for, first. Has Vanille happened to mention how her most beloved instructor has taken to wearing a hooded cloak even inside yet? If not, well... there's Claire sitting a short distance away anyway, and there's the hood, shadowing most of her face, with only the very edges of her pale pink hair showing.... ]

never too late for someone as slow as me 8D

[bahamutgal]

[Vanille hasn't mentioned it, but luckily Fang's pretty sharp...when she's not distracted with these newfound powers, anyway. Any more messing around with them and she's liable to burn the table down. Maybe the whole cafeteria.

...Well, maybe not, considering she's gotten more control of this Blizzard spell as well. She happens to glance up at just the right moment, wondering in the back of her mind how quickly she could put a stop to the Fire spell if it happened to get out of control - but she spotted someone staring at her.

At least, she thought the person was looking at her. The hood made it hard to tell. It was only when Fang spotted the hair - a stark contrast to the hood - that she smirked a little, trying not to show how difficult it was for her to call of the flame she'd conjured.]

You got somethin' to say, Instructor, or what?

[subjected]

[ Claire tenses at being confronted, lifting her chin just enough to meet the other woman's eyes, gaze flashing with subdued anger. As hateful as she can be, she was keeping to herself, wasn't she? Just like she'd been trying to do with the rest of them too unless interaction became forced on her. All she'd been doing here was waiting for it to get dark enough outside for her to leave...

Frankly, if some other idiot hadn't already firmly planted himself in it, it's safe to say that the place of the person she dislikes the most would probably go to Fang. In a weird way, though, the Pulsian is also the most familiar to her-- or what Claire thinks should be familiar. She's the only one who seems outright unfriendly and willing to push back.

Despite what's probably best, Claire's compelled to respond in turn, her voice low. ]

I'm surprised.

[bahamutgal]

[Aw, they push each other's wrong buttons. How sweet. Fang realizes a second later that she probably shouldn't have spoken, though in her eyes, Claire wasn't leaving her alone if she was staring. You made eye contact if you wanted a confrontation; everyone knew that.

Well, everyone on Gran Pulse, anyway.]

Surprised? About what, exactly?

/also extremely late DX

[focusedfate]

[While Cid currently does have his eyes on Fang, the initial reason for even looking in her general direction is the smell. It is, perhaps, not the first time he's smelled something like burning food of recent--what with all these new and, unfortunately, uncontrolled powers on the rise--but that said, Cid's surprised to see that it's coming from the area around her.

He doesn't recall her having the ability to use elemental magic, but it's not exactly that that troubles him. Fang has never, on any occasion, shown any signs--to him, at least--of having trouble with controlling her powers. So... Why does it seem like she may have accidentally set something on fire?

In any case, Cid heads over, curious to see what's going on.]

never too late! <3

[bahamutgal]

[That's because she totally did just set the hot dog on fire. Again. It was accidental this time, though, which made her curious. Why did it seem like the more this newfound power grew, the harder it was to control? She'd never had this problem with her l'cie powers. Those had felt far more natural coming from her, and not because she'd had more practice with them. This magic felt...forced. Far too forced.

Fang noticed Cid's shadow before the man himself and cursed under her breath, putting out the flaming hot dog with a shaky Blizzard spell. At least, she kept calling it Blizzard, but that felt different too. It annoyed her that this frustrated her so damn much.]

[focusedfate]

[Upon arriving at her table, Cid glances down at the once burnt, now somewhat frozen hot dog before his gaze flicks upwards to meet her eyes.]

May I ask what you're doing?

[There isn't an accusatory tone to his voice, but he does sound... a little curious. Fang very well may be testing out some new Ravager abilities--or so he hopes. Why she's trying them out on hot dogs instead of grats, he's not entirely sure...]

[bahamutgal]

[Because if she's going to accidentally blow up a room in the school, it's not going to be the training center. That room was useful and all.]

Heh. What's it look like I'm doing?

[Apparently losing control of this newfound...fire thing, since a burst of flame escapes her and tries to set the edge of the table on fire. A quick Blizzard takes care of that.]