Fancy Meeting You Here | Lightning

[Oerba Yun Fang]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Like your face getting pushed to the floor {WORDS } 712 {TAGGED } Light {WEARING} Click here! The hell she was going to stay here. Fang glowered at the walls of the fancy room she’d been given and tapped her fingers against the table she was sitting beside. After Hope had brought her back to life using the help of all those fancy thingermajigs and whatever the hell else, he’d advised…no, instructed her to stay put in this blasted Cocoon replica while he-…while he did what?! Something. Fang would much rather not be here, and be running around Gran Pulse half naked and sporting battle paint than cooped up in this damned headquarters, waiting for Hope to wave his hand and tell her what she could and couldn’t do. Hell, it was sure strange seeing him not as a small lad not even grown into his own pants yet. That was for sure. Sitting back, Fang fondled the glass of alcohol she had and took a long drink from it. One thing she had to say positively about this place, is that they sure had a good enough stock of alcohol in the back. From what Hope said, Rygdea might have had something to do with that. Fang pondered about that cowboy while she drank the alcohol. If Hope hadn’t said that Rygdea was away on business at the moment, Fang wouldn’t be here drinking alcohol by herself, that was for sure. No, she’d be chasing down that nice ass of Rygdea’s and-…well, perhaps it was a good thing that he was away on business. Though at the same time, Fang couldn’t help but think he would make a damned good distraction from being cooped up in this blated building that seemed to only be a copy of Cocoon. Damn Cocoon anyway. Rolling her eyes back, Fang drained her glass, shoved back from the table and stood up. Rolling her shoulder back, Fang pushed the chair back into the table, grabbed her bottle of alcohol, pocketed the phone device that Hope had given to her in case she needed to get a hold of someone and strode out from the small apartment that she was currently being hidden away in. Kicking the door shut with her foot, Fang leaned back against her door with her eyes resting on the ceiling above. Hell of a life this. Sure wasn’t very…consistent anyway. And damnation, could she either stay dead or stay alive? This back and forth thing was getting to be a headache. And where was someone she knew anyway? She needed someone to have as a drinking buddy. Doing so alone was never any fun. Corking the bottle, Fang tucked it under her arm and started down the hallway and on her mission to find someone else to have a good time with. Hell, even Sazh would do…or his kid. After all, that fluffy haired boy was probably nearly drinking age anyway! {NOTES} Yay horrible starter posts!

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Chevelle

[Lightning Farron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 350px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] One track mind, one track heart IF I FAIL I'LL FALL APART Lightning was uncomfortable, and that was putting it lightly. She hadn't been out of uniform for anything other than sleeping in a very long time. Even before the whole L'Cie business she rarely, if ever, went in public without the thing. She tugged on her shirt lightly, but caught herself quickly. She released he fabric from her fingers before smoothing it out and placing her hands at her sides. Hope had told her some of the others would be around, but she had yet to see them, thankfully. She wasn't sure she was ready to see them, especially not out of Uniform. She would kill for the blasted thing right now, but it had been dissipated by the Goddess and replaced with her armor. That stuck out even worse. She was glad, however, that she managed to snag hip bag. She probably would not hear the end of it if she was forced to carry a purse. The jeans were a tad too tight to really fit anything in the pockets without them bulging oddly. Also, jean pockets were too easy of a target for pick-pockets and she still didn't trust people, no matter how much the world had changed. She figured she'd notice if someone did try to rob her, and the Blazefire Saber resting on the back of her legs in it's holster would deter any thieves but she preferred not to find out. She groaned lightly as she spotted the dark haired woman in the hallway. At least it wasn't Snow. She thought to herself. He had a nasty habit of teasing her like the older brother she never wanted, which only made her angry. She had been happy sitting in her room, reading history books, attempting to catch up with everything she missed. There was five hundred years of history that she was a bit spotty on. Sure, she had been able to look into the timelines on Valhalla, but she mostly paid attention to the people she cared about. She hadn't taken the time to study how the world, and it's people, were changing. In her defense she was a bit preoccupied with more important things. Though she got kicked out of her room. Something about she shouldn't stay all cooped up alone when her friends had yet to completely reunite. She was glad they were all here and well, but she was terrified of seeing them again. She didn't know how they would react to her being gone for so long and even though she never showed it, that scared her. "Fang." She said in greeting. It was in a neutral tone, neither a warm nor cold just flat. She didn't know how to react to the woman. She was told that she had been awakened, but she hadn't believed it until just now. Lightning's discomfort only proved to worsen as she approached the woman. She stopped a few feet from her, not knowing what else to say. tag: Fang notes: Yay got it done before I had to get ready for work ^^ outfit: Here Maybe this is all a Test 'Cause I feel Like I'm the worst So I always act like I' m the best. table by Keikei @ BTN

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[Oerba Yun Fang]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Like your face getting pushed to the floor {WORDS } 895 {TAGGED } Lightning {WEARING} The one I linked! While Fang swaggered down one of the many hallways connecting the different places of the Academy, her mind turned to thinking. It’d only been a few days now…actually closer to about twenty four hours that Fang had been around anyway. After nearly tearing apart the room that had been the base of her resurrection, she had since been given quite a few detail about the new world that they were living in. Still Gran Pulse thank Etro-…or whoever was out there now. That was to say if there even was anyone. From what she’d been told about the current situation and where they stood Fang had her doubts about that. Actually she didn’t think it was possible to have anyone out there helping them at all. Damn those PISCOM bastards anyway, who needed them? Not her, that was for damned sure. Then again, she’d always hated them sticking their noses in matters that didn’t really involve them. Who were they to be acting like Gran Pulse belonged to them anyway? Hell if Fang knew, but she bristled every time she thought about it. You give Cocoon citizens the reins on Gran Pulse for a few hundred years and the whole damned operation went to pot. Fang couldn’t honestly say she was that surprised about that fact. They hadn’t been very promising back on their own damned planet. Then again, she supposed that she was being a tiny bit unfair. There were a few promising men and women in that lot. Hope she’d had her doubts about to be honest, but he’d grown into a man. Rygdea, Snow, Lightning, Sazh, Cid. They were some of the only citizens of Cocoon that had actually impressed her. Aside from that, she thought they were basically all weak. How they’d even survived on Gran Pulse this long was a surprise to her. Probably had just hidden behind their walls and never braved the wilds. A wicked grin crossed her lips. The wilds were the best part about Gran Pulse. Out there you had to live off the strength of your back as well as the intelligence to stay alive. You only could live if you knew what you were doing and really worked at it. It sure gave you a zeal for living anyway, being out there. With that thought in mind, Fang grabbed the bottle of alcohol from under her arm. At least Hope had been kind enough to set her up with some damned good tasting whiskey. While she walked, Fang once more opened the bottle and sniffed a bit of the contents. Without further delay though, she stuck it up by her lips and tipped it back to take a proper drink. While she did though, someone came into her vision. Though she didn’t lower the bottle from her lips instantly, Fang did study the figure that was walking toward her. Tall, pink haired, and sporting a gunblade. Well, hell if it wasn’t Lightning. Hope had told her that the other woman had come back as well, though Fang hadn’t seen her in the twenty four hour period that she had been back. When Lightning got close enough to greet Fang, the dark haired huntress withdrew the liquor from her lips and grinned at the pinkette before her. “Well if it ain’t Loight.”, she said in pleasure. After all, it’d been a hell of a long time since she’d seen the other woman. “Lady Luck sure must not want us to stay dead, eh?” Along with that, sharp green eyes watched the other woman. Perhaps it had been too long since they had last met. Seemed like a few days, but obviously there wasn’t much welcome in Lightning’s eyes. Wasn’t much of anything to be damn honest. “Ya’ look loike you could use a drink.”, she commented in humor, before extending the bottle she had in her hands. {NOTES} Fang the alcoholic

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Chevelle

[Lightning Farron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 350px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] One track mind, one track heart IF I FAIL I'LL FALL APART Lightning looked over the Huntress carefully. Truth be told she didn't exactly believe Hope when he said that Vanille and Fang had awakened. That bit of distrust seemed silly to her now. Hope wouldn't lie to her about something like this. She was happy to see the woman but she was a bit out of her depth. Back on Valhalla, and before that, she always knew where she fit in the scheme of things. She was the Guardian of a goddess and before that a Pulse L'Cie on the run. Where she fit was simple then. Now her own world was foreign to her. PSICOM was at war with the Academy. She was thrown back into this world for reasons unknown to her. She curled her lip at the offered drink. "I really don't drink." She said. Her last hangover was enough to cure her of alcohol for a lifetime. The thought of it was enough to let her stomach roll. Lightning was never one to party or drink in excess, but she was part of the Guardian Corps. Every now and then that meant frequenting bars with her peers, or more often her superiors. One such event resulted in the hangover of the century. Her first and her last, or at least she could only hope it would be her last. She also refrained from anything that might lower her inhibitions. She didn't want to do anything she'd regret later. Especially not now when she's just gotten back. "I'm not sure it's luck keeping us around." She said solemnly. More like favorite toys, no matter how many times their beaten and broken they are always put back together as best as they can. She didn't voice the opinion to Fang. She realized it wouldn't be taken in kind but her mood was rather solemn. Hope had put it rather aptly when they were all still L'Cie. They were nothing more than pets. Now they were being pit against each other, forced to fight because PSICOM wouldn't get their heads out of their asses. She would like to say she expected more of them in 500 years, but she hadn't. She never expected anything out of them, least of all change, she had hoped they would have been stamped out by now. That was not the case, however, and she was sure most of the Cocoon citizens were still as blind, as gullible, as they had been when her little family were all still Pulse L'Cie. "It's good to see you're doing well." She said honestly, even if it was a little awkward. She hasn't planned on coming back. Not even in her wildest dreams had she dreamt up a scenario to bring her 'family' truly back together. Well maybe in her dreams, but it was nothing she thought would even touch reality. She had considered herself to be extremely lucky just to be reunited with Hope, but to find out nearly all of them were okay. It seemed so surreal. She found herself wondering what life was going to be like now that everything had changed. After they put an end to this petty war, if that were possible. PSICOM was pretty determined at the worst of times. Once things went back to normal she didn't even know what she would do for money. She wouldn't want to put back on the Guardian Corps uniform. Not after everything that happened when they were L'Cie. She wasn't trained for much else. She had worked odd jobs before she was old enough to recruit, but nothing substantial. She was getting too far ahead of herself. She didn't even know how badly this war was going to affect this new Cocoon, or Pulse. Lightning pushed the worries back and focused on her friend again tag: Fang notes: phone replies o.o results may vary outfit: Here Maybe this is all a Test 'Cause I feel Like I'm the worst So I always act like I' m the best. table by Keikei @ BTN

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[Oerba Yun Fang]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Like your face getting pushed to the floor {WORDS } 600 {TAGGED } Light {WEARING} The one I linked! Fang chuckled at the expression on Lightning’s face when she offered her a drink of alcohol. “Well damn, no wonder yer so tense.”, she commented causally, a smirk on her lips, eying up the pink haired woman the same way that she was eying her up. Felt odd…Fang had a deep respect for Lightning, but she had also considered her a friend by the end of that long journey so long ago. For that reason perhaps she should have expected a little more…joyful reunion than Lightning had given her. With her intense green eyes trained on Lightning, Fang once more lifted the bottle to her lips and took a drink of it. Taking the bottle down again, she stood and swirled it around while she once more looked at Lightning. “You should try it somtoime. Moight help ya’ ta’ loosen up jus’ a bit.” Or a whole lot. Fang had never quite liked that damned giant stick that Light seemed to have crammed up her ass. She’d thought it had gotten a bit better after their journey. But after a few moments with her…sure as hell didn’t seem like it. She snorted when Lightning said that it wasn’t luck that was keeping them around. “Well what the hell do you call it? Because I’m pretty damn sure it couldn’t be nothin’ else. Hell, we’re not supposed to be aloive, an’ yet here we are, chattin’ loike nothin’ happened.” Swishing the bottle around a bit again, she lifted her shoulder in a slight shrug. “If it ain’t Lady Luck, my name ain’t Fang.” Fang was a firm believer in Lady Luck, and nothing would ever change that. Lightning never had been one to believe in that though, another way she would be able to loosen up. Sure, they’d gotten screwed over plenty of times, way too much, but Fang had decided long ago that you couldn’t run. Finally though, she was taken out of those thoughts when Lightning mentioned that it was good that she was doing alright. “Hump, and here I thought ya didn’t care, Loight. You were jus’ burstin’ with enthusiasm on me bein’ aloive.”, she mentioned sarcastically, before tipping her bottle at Lightning. “But the same to you. Ya look a little less…knightly, I guess. Seems loike ya ran out of a goddess ta protect.” Walking a little ways past Lightning, Fang leaned against the wall and took another sip of alcohol from her bottle. “So, what do we do now? Foight a bloody war? Seems loike we leave fer a bit an’ the whole world goes ta’ hell, don’tcha think? Damned annoyin’ if ya’ ask me.” {NOTES} The delay u.u

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Chevelle

[Lightning Farron]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #0F0F0F; height: 500px; width: 350px; -webkit-border-radius: 4em; -moz-border-radius: 4em ; border-radius: 4em; box-shadow: #1C1B1C 0px 0px 7px;] One track mind, one track heart IF I FAIL I'LL FALL APART Lightning sighed, deflating a bit at the woman's comment of her enthusiasm. She realized that she was likely coming off a bit cold sounding. She shifted uncomfortably where she was standing. She didn't know how to fix this. How to make herself better. So much had happened since the woman went into stasis and she didn't know how much Hope told her, and she really didn't know how much she wanted to explain. There were so many things that all of them should be blaming her for, and so many things she was guilty for. She should be elated to see her friend awake and well again, but all she was, was terrified of Fang's reaction. She knew of their group she was likely to be the least forgiving. Behind maybe Snow. "I'm sorry about that. I really am happy to see you awake and alive. I'd worried that they wouldn't be able to wake you an Vanille"

[/color] She said, looking over to Fang. "It's just a little jarring waking up from Crystal Stasis, as I'm sure you know. Even if I did, I hadn't planned....I hadn't thought it would be possible for me to leave Valhalla." She told the woman. She it efficiently apologized for her somber mood. She wasn't sure how to happily reunite with her friends when she would likely never see Serah again. Her trying to save her little sister had been the catalyst for them meeting. All she had ever known was life looking after the younger girl. She should have stayed cooped up in her room reading books and sulking. Then she wouldn't be blundering about insulting the people she considered family.

She didn't reply to Fang's luck comment. It wasn't a thing she invested too much faith into. She also didn't believe their being awake again was necessarily lucky. To have to wake up, meant something once put them to sleep. Nothing anyone said could convince her that it was luck that turned them into L'Cie. Sure it brought them together, and she was happy for that, she just wished that hadn't been the catalyst that brought them together. To be branded L'Cie was to be made pariahs in Cocoon. Everything Lightning had worked to build there had been ripped from under her feet the moment Serah had been marked.

"The armor is displayed in my quarters." [/color]She told Fang. She could probably summon the gunblade from thin air still as well, but she preferred the heft of a weapon in it's holster behind her. It became somewhat of a security blanket for Lightning, before all this stuff started happening. She felt a bit naked without it.

"I'm not so sure about fighting their wars...but...Hope seems to be determined to fix this, and I want to make sure he remains safe. And if I know Snow he'll be at the front lines of all of this as well"[/color] She told Fang. In her opinion this world could work out it's own new found problems. Despite having a hand in creating this mess, she didn't feel the need to play hero. She would protect the people she cared about, and if that might fighting a war so be it, but she wasn't fighting for them. Not the general public that seemed to be running around with their heads chopped of because of chaos spreading through their world.[/div] [/center]

tag: Fang
notes: \o/ posts
outfit: See previous

Maybe this is all a Test
'Cause I feel Like I'm the worst
So I always act like I' m the best.

table by Keikei @ BTN

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[Oerba Yun Fang]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] Like your face getting pushed to the floor {WORDS } 754 {TAGGED } LIght! {WEARING} That one I linked Fang rolled her eyes lightly when Lightning back peddled a bit, before waving it off with a hand and taking another swig of her alcohol. “Yeah yeah, guess this shithole they’ve created out of my beautiful Gran Pulse was good for something.” Fang thought back to her first moments alive again and had to smile. She’d destroyed nearly all of the machines in the room she had been in, thousands of dollars worth of equipment. She was sure Hope wasn’t all that happy about that, but she still found a great deal of humor in the whole situation. With what they’d turned Gran Pulse into, there was little enough to be amused at already. And if Rygdea hadn’t shown up when she’d finally made it outside and seen Gran Pulse – one of the reasons she was drinking – and what they had done to it, she probably would have ripped down a few buildings. Still might when she thought about it. But concerning Rygdea…she had other ideas for him. At the second part of Light’s speech, Fang shrugged her shoulder in an indifferent sort of way. “Exactly why ya’ need ta’ loighten up an’ let it go, ya know? Hell, we’re here, ain’t we? Best ta’ forget askin’ why, and enjoy it whoile it lasts. I aim ta’ do jus’ that.” Another vision of a certain sky pilot came to her mind then, along with her lips twisting into yet another smirk. Waving her bottle at Lightning, she leaned up against the wall and raised her eyebrow at her. “So ya’ can keep all tha’ talk of nonsense to yerself, ya hear?” It was also obvious to her that Lightning didn’t share her same idea of Lady Luck and what she could all do. She didn’t quite understand why, but then again, Lightning had always had some weird ideas about things. In Fang’s eyes, she needed to lighten up, and she’d say that to her face as well. Shrugging a shoulder, Fang swirled her bottle around and cocked her head to the side. “Ahh, well ya can’t have on two different outfits at the same toime.” At the same time, Fang pushed away from the wall and lazily paced around. Her comment about the war made Fang stop. With a set jaw the stared down at her bottle for a moment before loosening up and shrugging it off. So Lightning only gave one damn about Hope? No mention of the rest of them aside from a comment about Snow. “We’ll all be foightin’ at the front loines.” Maybe being asleep for another four hundred years just made you crabby, but Fang would have thought they would get a warmer welcome than this. And though she didn’t especially like hugs, she would have given one out. Perhaps they all just had their own demons to face still. “Both soides can rot fer all I care. I’m here ta’ make sure they don’ ruin Gran Pulse anymore than they already have.” Waving her hand around her to encompass the building, Fang’s jaw clenched again. The state of Gran Pulse was the reason she was drinking. Damn it, she hadn’t allowed them to live here just to let them turn her Gran Pulse into Cocoon-land take two. {NOTES} I had this mostly written up forever...stupid sickness

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Chevelle