"Okay, lemme get this straight," Nene said, looking at Sylia across the desk. "She's damaged."
"Yes."
"Drinks blood."
"Yes."
"Like Sylvie did for Anri."
"Yes."
"And she's imprinted herself on some bizarre fictional warrior group that does this too as a psychological crutch to get over an act she probably
finds heinous otherwise."
"That's my belief."
Nene looked at Sylia flatly for a minute. "And you want me to try to talk to her."
"Well, she's a geek with an obsession. You should be able to speak her native tongue," Priss noted from the nearby couch, getting a rude gesture
from the redhead.
Sylia, however, watched impassively until Nene sighed. "Fine. I'll do it. But I gotta figure out this stuff she's into first."
****
"Ifrit! Pull!" Nene shouted as she came through the teleporter, a pair of large books flying through the air.
The fae reacted on instinct, turning, tracking the motion, and letting loose with a single ball of explosive flame that quickly reduced both to cinders.
Blinking, she glanced at her lover. "....okay. What'd I just incinerate?"
Nene scowled darkly. "Some of the most depressing attempts at pretentious tripe I've ever had the displeasure to come across since Leon bought me that
boxset of End of Eva for Christmas because "you're into the whole giant robot thing, right?"."
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
"Yes."
"Drinks blood."
"Yes."
"Like Sylvie did for Anri."
"Yes."
"And she's imprinted herself on some bizarre fictional warrior group that does this too as a psychological crutch to get over an act she probably
finds heinous otherwise."
"That's my belief."
Nene looked at Sylia flatly for a minute. "And you want me to try to talk to her."
"Well, she's a geek with an obsession. You should be able to speak her native tongue," Priss noted from the nearby couch, getting a rude gesture
from the redhead.
Sylia, however, watched impassively until Nene sighed. "Fine. I'll do it. But I gotta figure out this stuff she's into first."
****
"Ifrit! Pull!" Nene shouted as she came through the teleporter, a pair of large books flying through the air.
The fae reacted on instinct, turning, tracking the motion, and letting loose with a single ball of explosive flame that quickly reduced both to cinders.
Blinking, she glanced at her lover. "....okay. What'd I just incinerate?"
Nene scowled darkly. "Some of the most depressing attempts at pretentious tripe I've ever had the displeasure to come across since Leon bought me that
boxset of End of Eva for Christmas because "you're into the whole giant robot thing, right?"."
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."