2 Things To Fight For.

[tofightfor]

[1 - Hastings Boulevard - Morning before school/work.]

[Fang's taking to running laps up and down the street bright and early every morning as she can't stand being cooped up in that house. She's never done well staying in one place too long and Mayfield is going to be no exception to this. She didn't like Cocoon for a plethora of reasons but one of the main ones was the artificial environment it had. Mayfield isn't quite as bad as Cocoon but it's bad enough that it's still making her feel like a tiger trapped in a cage. Thusly, this is one of her coping methods. It's not as great as the weapons practice she's started up doing in the house and in the backyard but there's only so much of that anyone can stand.]



[2 - Mayfield High School - During the school day in the halls.]

[So apparently, she's a, uh... Teacher? What the hell. Not like this place made much sense anyway and at least it's a subject she can... Mostly handle. Though what precisely she'd supposed to do with these kids is still a little trying in a place like this... Either way, she's been making it through the classes without looking like a complete buffoon which counted for something. Now though it's between classes and she doesn't have anything this coming period but she does the period after. What the hell is she supposed to do with herself until then?]



[3 - After school - Leaving school grounds/Way home from work - Starting at school and walking streets of Mayfield back to Hastings - Reasonable that she may get lost and not realize she's lost.]

[The day was over. Kids were wondering about here and there, some lingering around the school grounds and others running away as quickly as possible. Fang couldn't blame either set. She'd stick around for a little bit in case anyone had questions before heading out herself. While she learned quick, she was still getting a feel for the town and all it's possible short cuts and cross streets. The alphabet was similar enough that she was able to read it, or maybe she just magically learned how to read is since being teleported here. Who knew but either way, many streets would be crossed before figuring her way back 'home'.]



[4 - Phone Open to all - Evening.]

[She's pretty sure she all ready knows the answer to this but... She's just gotta try.]
No one's 'appened t'see a fair skinned, cheery girl with pigtails an' red 'air runnin' about, yea?

Comments

2

[lettertomyfutureself]

-And she just happens to get Heather in her class.-

Hold on a sec... Didn't I talk to you over the phone?

[tofightfor]

[It takes Fang a second to place the voice and when the girl asks that question Fang simply crosses her arms loosely.]

Think so, yea.

[lettertomyfutureself]

You don't exactly look like a teacher.

[tofightfor]

[She really doesn't since another town member managed to get her clothing that actually looks pretty similar to Fang's normal garb.]

Point?

2

[the_end_run]

[Oh? It's that lady from before.]

I see you're a teacher here too. What subject did they give you?

[tofightfor]

[A brow would raise, that's a familiar face.]

Wildlife and survival, yaself?

Sorry, I didn't get a notif for this!

[the_end_run]

Gym. I'm not exactly teacher material though, so I just make the kids run laps to stay fit.

It's alright, that happens sometimes.

[tofightfor]

Runnin' laps won't 'urt 'em. [And by what she'd heard of Mayfield at this point, it may be some of the kids greatest assets in their future survivals. Pausing for a moment, a thought struck her.]

We should run a joint class sum time.

4 (I'LL GET IT RIGHT THIS TIME I SWEAR.)

[nanocerancowboy]

[Have a Texanesque, mechanical echoing voice over the phone!]

Can't say I've met anyone lookin' like that 'round here, ma'am.

... ILY

[tofightfor]

[A low sigh slips out, it's a mixture of relief and worry though.]

Didn't think anyone would 'ave.

*total klutz*

[nanocerancowboy]

What's her name, if'n y'don't mind my askin'? I might not've met th' girl in person but I could've prolly talked to her over th' phone.

*pats* We all have those days.

[tofightfor]

Name's Vanille, ya'd know if ya talked t'her.

3

[crystear]

<sub>[Serah's still adjusting to the town, herself, though by now she's more or less fallen into a routine. She attends school, helps Ambrosia with things around the house, and apparently, she got a job as a babysitter without her prior knowledge. ... Oh well; she's good with children, at the least... when they're good, anyway.

It happens to be that after school is when Serah has one of those babysitting jobs to attend to, and so she can be found crossing through the streets as well, though she doesn't notice Fang... or recognize her, for that matter; Serah had only met Vanille once, after all, and otherwise knew nothing about the two Pulsian women.]</sub>

Re: 3

[tofightfor]

[A flash of pink hair was caught not far off in the distance. The shade of hair took a second to fully register as a lot of people seemed to have pretty wild hair around these parts but... Eyes darted in the direction after it, that was a shade far too familiar, far too telling. Though it wasn't the Farron she thought she'd find. Though that was more because she'd spent so much time traveling with Lightning that when that shade of hair popped up, her mind went to the older sibling and not the younger. Even though Snow had told her that only himself, Serah, Hope and her where here.

A beat fell as she debated what to do but the second she waited carried the other woman further away. Snapping out of the deep thought Fang decided to jog after her, trying to catch up but not startle the other woman.]

Serah, yea?

[crystear]

_{[She turns when her name is called, though is confused when she realizes it's no one she knows.]}

That's my name, but... I'm sorry, have we met?

phone;

[repetieren]

_{[That sounds like Madoka except for the red haired part, and so it gives Homura pause.]}

Um... I-I know someone like that, but she has pink hair, not red, so... I don't think that's who you're looking for. _{[And if she's wrong, how does this woman know Madoka?]}

[tofightfor]

[Fang's about to open her mouth and say something about all the beads and braclets Vanille wears, along with the younger pulsian smelling like honey, sweets, sunshine and flowers but then she remembers that she didn't wake up here with anything she used to own... So Vanille probably wouldn't either. The additional description would be useless.]

Probably not. [Fang's not really sure what else to say in response after that.]

2

[flewfromthecage]

[Oh, good. Fang and Dagger can be extremely confused together. Royally tutored princess here has no idea how to be in school.]

Excuse me...

[She glances down at a piece of paper that is presumably a schedule. Unfortunately, she has no idea where half of these room numbers and other locations are.]

Do you know how to get to the cafeteria from here?

[...Well, it must be lunch time.]

[tofightfor]

[Fang will pause, turning at the voice since it seems a common thing to do around here. The girls glance down at the paper is noted and Fang tilts her head to the side for a moment, trying to see if she can read what's there before her gaze raises to look at the girl. The question causes her to remain silent for a moment longer before a hand raises to scratch the back of her head.]

Not too sure actually.

super late tag, forgive me! ;;

[flewfromthecage]

But don't you work here?

I think it must be the designated lunch time... but the staff here may not be forgiving if I can't find the area where they're serving it.

[They sure weren't when she was late the first handful of times, anyway.]

2

[webball]

[Humming absently as he strolls down the halls is one Peter Benjamin Parker, High School Science Teacher, Unintentional Goofball, Professonal Super Hero and all-around Person Who Does Stuff. He's got a cup of coffee and a donut half in his mouth while he swings his messenger bag onto his shoulder. Some kids scoot across his path and he halts quickly. He turns around and shakes a fist at the fatter one as he walks backwards. He has truly come to dislike that fat kid, who has made it his mission to always find a way tickle uppercut his Annoyance Bone, which doesn't actually exist even as a figure of speech, but that's still pretty inconsiderate of the lil prick. And if he DID have an Annoyance Bone, it'd be to the left of his Funny Bone.

He doesn't turn around quick enough to avoid Fang. Spider-sense only warns of danger, not inconvenience, after all.]

[tofightfor]

[Of course, she was distracted as well. Otherwise this wouldn't be happening. Some stupid kid had been making noises that nearly reminded her of some of the wild beasts back on Gran Pulse (how the hell was that kid doing that?) which of course had made her look back, trying to figure out if she should be preparing for a fight or a school evacuation.

And, oh look, there they go bumping into each other. Which instantly makes her attention snap forward and arms go out, ready for a fight. After all, she has always defaulted to the 'fight' response even if it's not always the best reaction.]

[webball]

[The collision makes Peter's donut fall from his mouth. He clutches at it, it slips from his hands, he grasps at it again and barely manages to hold onto it.]

Yes! Ha-HA!

[He pops it into his mouth triumphantly and grins around a mouthful of pastry, looking up to... oh, hey, there's a saucy Aussie in a combat stance in front of him. Peter raises his hands in surrender quickly, then spills a little hot coffee from the mug onto his hand. He whines and wipes it off gingerly.]

Ow, ouchie ow... that's hot!

Action 3

[forgotten_titan]

[Tara's walking back home too. It so happens that the new teacher seemed to be following all the paths that she was going down that way.]

[tofightfor]

[Of course, since Fang's still trying to figure things out, she will be paying attention to where people are going. The drones earn less attention than those that seem a bit more... out of place, so to say. And this one girl heading down the same ways? Well. That's interesting.]

Ya one of the students at the school, yea?