mayfield_rpg | 8 things To Fight For.

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8 things To Fight For.

(A. School - In Class)

[Today's class is going to be over edible plants mostly. Fang's even gotten creative and drawn things on the board (somewhat badly) to help show the difference between leaf types, leaf arrangement and root types ((figure 9-1, 9-2, 9-3 & 9-4)). There's lots of options and it seems like she's actually looked into what plants are on your planet for this lesson even! A miracle! This means she's pointing out that you need to be careful about noticing if the plants looks like they're dying, have any signs of fungal growth, avoiding plants with an almond like scent (due to possible toxin levels) - unless they're almonds, how if you run into acorns or lily rhizomes you should boil them first because the bitterness otherwise will make them inedible, don't eat mushrooms (Fang doesn't care how tasty you think they look. Don't. Eat. Them. Period.) Overall stay away from unknown plants but if you're going to ~~be stupid~~ get stuck in some situations where you may not have options so follow the follow edibility test. Fang is pretty laid back about all of this, but it's clearly something she's pretty knowledgable on, unlike some other classes where she might have accidently started going on about things that only existed on Gran Pulse...]

(B. School - After her class - still during school day)

[Man, some of those drone kids are dumb. So dumb. URGH. Fang wouldn't believe it was possible for anyone to be that dumb if she hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes. Either way, Fang may be wondering around the halls between classes or watching out for kids who are trying to skip class. She even ends up in the lunch room at some point. What are you doing that she needs to scold you for? ... Or perhaps she wants to get in on your shenanigan... Never can tell with this one.]

(C. Park - after school)

[Fang's out on her normal run again! Who wants to join her? She's probably invited several people with her at this point and she's always welcome to new faces joining up with her. However, as always, if you're doing something particularly odd (or you are something particularly odd) Fang of course will stop and investigate the situation. The other option in the park is she's seemed to fishing out of the pond and actually manages to walk away with one or two every day!]

(D. Flower Shop - afternoon)

[Fang's back again! This time with a dirt sample... Now where's that helpful man she talked to last time... Oh and seeds, she still needs some of those.]

(E. 841 Hastings - Out front - Late afternoon/early evening.)

[Yup, Fang's at ruining the front yard all over again. Those few holes here and there have now turned into a bunch of dirt mounds. Isn't that just awesome? And she doesn't seem like she's stopping anytime soon as she's working on another hole right now.]

(F. Phone - Open to all)

So what's this Prom thing? I get it's a dance but what's the point in it?

(Phone to SquidGirl)

Friend would be 'appy t'have ya on 'er ship. When would ya like t'meet 'er?

(Phone to Gakupo)

Looks like I can get ya that sword afta' all.

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It's like everyone in town's been bitten by the gardening bug lately.

-Still, she shoulders off her backpack and grabs the seeds and saplings.-

[Fang will fall silent for a few moments after Heather's comment. There's clearly something rolling around in her head but right now she's keeping it there. The spade is thrust into the dirt again before her foot pushes it further down and hands move to gain leverage on the handle while turning over the soil.]

Grew up in a town where we all worked t'gether t'make sure everyone got their needs met. [Silence again for a little bit as she breaks some more dirt from the sides of the hole with the spade.]

Gardenin', 'untin' an' fishin' were major parts of keepin' everyone fed. [Her tone is... Far more somber than normal for Fang. This seems like it's probably a pretty serious and heavy topic for her.]

Like... a tribe or commune or something?

Sumthin' like that. [Another thrust of the spade into the soil.... And silence again.]

... Seems like you miss it.

[Fang pauses for a moment, not looking at Heather before shifting to turn over another spade full of dirt.]

Yeah. [After you, in a sense, give your life for your world twice, 'miss it' is the least you can say about it.]

... Alright. Real talk time.

-Heather sat herself and the seeds down beside Fang.-

Let's talk about it. The good parts. I'll tell you anything you wanna know about me, too.

What'd ya wann- [And then there it comes, an answer to her question though.. It's not really the response she was expecting. Fang tries to make sure the internal frown she feels tugging at her doesn't show and honestly, she's not even sure she wants to talk about it at all.]

The best part is it's safe. [Yup, even if she had, had to form Ragnarok twice, go into two different crystal states, forget a major part of her life while in a life or death situation, lose the town she had vowed to protect and sleep for hundreds of years... Gran Pulse was safe.]

Come on. That's not the kind of thing I was asking about and you know it.

Not out 'ere. [The spade will be thrust into the ground so that it can stay standing while Fang gives a nod to the house and will start to head towards it. She'll only pause to hold the door open for Heather to grab it on their way in. Once inside Fang will head towards the living room and sit down in one the chairs, crossing her legs.]

It was warm an' smelled betta'.

I get the impression was pretty tropical... Kinda like Garden of Eden style. -Not that she expected Fang to catch the reference.-

It is, yea. [The reference will earn her a curious look.]

What about you?

I grew up in town in Maine... though that wasn't where I was born. I was born in a place called Silent Hill...

My dad adopted me there... raised me as his own. He gave me the name "Cheryl", but I had to change my name for safety reasons after a few years. I'm... not really blonde either, but I guess you can tell that for yourself. Basically, we had to keep me safe from whoever it was he took me from, but I didn't really learn the whole story about that until recently...

[Color Fang clueless about all these location names but she's gonna ignore that for now as it's probably not the most important part of the story. An eyebrow raises slightly at the concept of Heather having to change her name for safety reasons.]

What do you prefer t'be called? [They'd start with the easy questions first.]

... Heather's fine. And... don't call my Cheryl in public. Vincent'll probably cling to it like a gross magnet, and you don't want to deal with him.

Long as ya don't mind, I'll stick with 'eather. Make it easier on both of us. [While Fang's quite skilled at keeping her mouth shut, the last thing either of them needs is some sort of stupid slip up on anyone's behalf. Fang will remain silent for a moment longer before breaking the silence again.]

So, what's the rest of the story?

... 17 years ago, my dad and... and the "original" Cheryl went to Silent Hill. You see... something horrible happened there. A woman... Dhalia Gillespie...

... She had sacrificed her own daughter, Alessa, seven years ago in order to have her daughter "give birth" to the God of the Order that secretly ran the town. You see, Alessa... she had these powers. Psychic powers. Powers that had made her life hell. Powers that lead the other children to call her a 'witch'. Powers that... apparently meant she could become a vessel for God.

When she was sacrificed, the pain caused her powers to split her soul into two parts. Her innocence became "Cheryl", who my dad and mom adopted before me, and her nightmare stayed in the town, using the latent psychic energy there to turn the entire world into a living nightmare... That was 24 years ago, and seven years later, "Cheryl" was called back to the town... back to Silent Hill... and with mom having passed away, my dad had no reason not to take her...

[Fang's... Gonna take a moment to process this and do all the math accordingly. She'll remain silent while she thinks it over before glancing back over to Heather.]

So that kid 17 years ago was you?

Alessa, she... she thanked my father for saving her and allowing her to finally rest by presenting me to him. A... a replacement for the original Cheryl. He... he loved me as if I were his own.

-She sniffled, tears running down her eyes.-

And then... to try to get to me... The Order killed him. It was the day before I arrived here... They killed my Dad...

[Silence again as Fang curiously watches. Her own parents had been killed years ago and being raised with all the other orphans of Oerba had been hard but... Vanille had been there...]

Don't think 'if ya were 'is own' is right. [Fang's voice is firm, but there's a little tenderness creeping in around the edges.]

Think ya were 'is own. [A pause.] If 'e loved ya enough t'raise ya without question, than blood doesn't matta'. [Maybe these aren't the right words to say, but it's the first thing that strikes her out of everything that's been said. Obviously the death is there but... They'll get to that in a minute. One thing at a time.]

I.... -A sob.- I... I know... I loved him... and he loved me...

-Another choked sob and... she couldn't hold back any longer. The tears flowed and she found herself clinging to Fang, desperate for something, anything warm. To hold her steady.-

I miss him so much... I... I thought when I woke up here, it had just been a nightmare, and I'd find him on his recliner watching Jeopardy. But he wasn't there... that BASTARD VINCENT just... -More sobbing...- I miss him... I don't want this to be real... I just wanna go home and be with him again...

That's what matta's. [It's what Fang was willing to become l'Cie of her own free will for. After all, you didn't just go off protecting people you didn't care about.

It wouldn't be the first time Fang's had someone younger and smaller than herself sobbing and clinging to her. So... She'll handle this like she would the cheery redhead, at least for now. That of course means she's going to wrap her arms around the girl and just let her get it out. It takes a moment but Fang's eyes slipped closed. These are feelings she can understand though her own past is wrapped in far more anger and feelings of vengeance born of pain. The pain of unfairly and unjustly losing something that shouldn't yet be taken from you... At least Heather wasn't was younger as she was when she lost her parents. Though, Fang doesn't want to say 'it could be worse' because... That's not what she needs to hear, clearly.]

Time'll make it easia'. [A silence again. There's more words here but she's just not sure what they are yet.]

-She hadn't really had a chance to just cry like this since coming to Mayfield. If she had to admit it, it... felt good. To finally get it all out there. Strange, how it came from this because she wanted Fang to be the one opening up to her.-

[The solution was simple, if all those years with Vanille had taught her anything. When a person cried, if they wanted to be held, hold them until they were cried out. It'd make them feel better and it sure seemed like Heather felt pretty miserable right now. So, that was all Fang would do, respect the silence and hold the girl.]

-She did calm down after a moment, quietly sniffling.-

S-sorry... about that...

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