We're Just Technologically Impaired [Noel]

[Oerba Yun Fang]

God damn this world.

Standing in front of the building, Fang glared at the technology that sat there, asking for a code for authorization. Damn it, she didn’t need any authorization. If she wanted to blasted get into this building and destroy it, then she would have done so five minutes ago in a heap of glory that left people in awe. So no, was she a terrorist trying to get in and bomb the place? No! All she wanted was to get in and talk to someone about obtaining one of those things they called phones. Vanille had been after her to get one lately, and so she had finally caved in. Having tried to reject the technology as long as possible, Fang finally decided that she couldn’t be left behind by the Cocoon people. Damn it, if they could do something, then she could too, and probably a hundred times better! So she just scowled as she looked down at the screen talking to her. It said the same thing over and over again, but that was just fine and dandy, except that all the buttons were in the Cocoonian language, and she couldn’t make heads or tails of it well enough to figure out exactly what was saying what. General terms weren’t helping in this situation.

“Please type in your name and authorization number and then press the appropriate number.”, came the altogether too snooty voice. Fang didn’t like whoever this voice was a recording of. When she randomly punched one of the options, the voice said the same thing it had said the last few times she had typed something in. “Security number invalid, please try again.” Finally her temper broke. All she wanted to do, was buy a god damned phone, and get the hell out of this city again! “Damn you, damn Cocoon, damn technology, and damn the miserable people around here,” she exclaimed angrily, slamming her fist into the wall beside it. Pulling her hand back, she stood with her legs spread wide, glaring down at the screen like a look could melt it right in front of her. A moment of silence might have been enough to calm her down. Unfortunately, she didn’t get that moment. For the next second came the dreaded,

“Please type in your name-“

“Hell!”, came the uttered curse before a lance sliced the screen right off its hinges. The voice jumbled as the technology fell to her feet with a loud ‘crash’. Lance blades curled back up and she rested it against the ground, looking smugly down at the machine that had been confusing her. Take that! You might sound smart, but you couldn’t take on a Pulsian huntress. The next second an annoyed voice spoke out. “Ma’am, I’m afraid you’re going to both have to pay for the equipment and come with me to answer some questions.” Glancing to the side, Fang turned her smug smile down to a scowl, staring at the military man that stood before her, acting like he owned the whole god damn planet. “Don’ ya get high an’ moighty with me, ya yellow bellied Gorgonopsid!”, she bit out, turning her rage onto the poor man. “Woah, calm down ma’am. You’re breaking the law, I’m going to have to take you down to-“ “Oh, roight, yer gonna take me down somewhere? You an’ whoat army? Eh? I save yer ass, an’ all yer asses by savin’ Cocoon from going ker-splat with Missy, an’ what do I get? Huh? I get some wet behind the ears brat tellin’ me what I can an’ can’t do on my own god damned world. You can take yer fancy laws and get back ta’ Cocoon with ‘em,” she ended sharply. Bending over, she grabbed the screen and jerked it back up as she stood up, shoving it into his arms. “An’ take yer damned technology with ya', it’s stinkin’ up my home.”

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Words:; 872
Muse:; Great XD
Tagged:; Noel
Location:; Academia - random phone store XD
Outfit:; CLICK HERE YOUNG MAN
Notes:; XD Oh man...don't ask me what this was, and yes, the title was inspired by Weird Al...why do you ask?
Listening to:;[/b] Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes

[Noel Kreiss]

Why did Noel need a phone?

What even was a phone?

Noel had been asking himself those questions when Hope made the proposition, and even when Hope had gone on to explain his reasoning. It was some kind of little device that would let to people talk instantly, Hope had explained, and Noel had finally figured out once Hope showed him one that they did have phones in his village. Obviously, they were all broken, dead and stored in a chest as spare parts. But apparently these phones made everything go in Academia, and with Noel stuck here and knowing he couldn't have everyone he knew here at arm's reach, like they'd always been. So...yeah. Noel supposed he had to figure out one of these things and go...buy one. Buying things...even that was a weird facet of Academian society that he couldn't completely understand. But Noel was going to try, if nothing else... As he neared the place Hope had told him to go to buy it, though, Noel started to wonder. "Why didn't I bring Hope or Serah along..." Hope had mentioned Fang might be down here too, though, right? That Vanille had been bugging her to get one too? At least that made him feel better about not making a fool of himse-

Was that Fang he heard? The accent...yeah, it had to be. No one else had that voice. She didn't sound...happy at all. In fact, she sounded pretty angry at something or someone. Noel picked up his pace a bit into a jog, seeing a few people gathering to gossip at something going on to his left, around a corner. Noel rounded said corner, suddenly concerned Fang could be in some sort of trouble. Not that she was bothered much by trouble, from what he knew about her...

...He'd been kind of right, he discovered. She was...toe-to-toe with some kind of soldier and was fussing him out to no end, cursing and telling him he could go back to Cocoon or something or other. Oh boy... And she...had some kind of broken-up computer in front of her that she went on to shove at the man and, best Noel could tell, almost knocking him over. "Fang?", Noel said, though he imagined he was unheard since she broke off into another few words. Wow, okay. Something really had her riled up, and Noel didn't have any idea what it was. Maybe the soldier had...been complaining to her about something? Or vice-versa? Or...maybe her trip for a phone had just gone really, really badly. Yeah, that thought really helped Noel's confidence, though a phone was starting to become the last thing on his mind.

Noel approached the Pulsian woman - carefully - and angled himself between her and the soldier. The soldier looked as if he'd started to say something, but otherwise he just stood hovering there, looking mad, before he brought a little device in his hand up to his face, calling for "backup." "Just calm down a few seconds," he told the man, fixing him with a gaze, before turning to Fang. "Is everything okay?", he asked calmly, trying to cool her off. He still didn't know what exactly he had with Fang since the only real chat he'd ever had with her had come right after the Chaos had spread, when Noel had been so overcome with everything he almost hadn't cared who he was talking to. She was one of the many that the others would trust with their lives, though, so Noel thought she could be pretty reasonable...or he hoped. In anticipation of discovering that fact, his eyes lingered on her quizzically.

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Muse - Excellent!
Outfit - More casual-y than usual
Notes - I wasn't...completely hating of this.[/size]

[Oerba Yun Fang]

Pushing the technology into the man’s arms, he could do nothing but shove his arms out to grab a hold of it. Plopping it there, she watched as his knees buckled slightly under the weight, scowling again as he tried to balance it and still yell at her. Placing her hands back on her hips, she watched him struggle to keep the weight of the machine up, which hadn’t been too heavy. (okay it was, but he was obviously shrimpy) Turning to leave, she was cut short when his disgruntled voice spoke out again. “Hey lady! You’ve still gotta-…hold on a second! Stop!” Rolling her eyes, Fang turned back, her hands still on her hips, staring at the man as he lifted a knee to try and balance the object in his arms, and then having to quickly set it down not to fall over. What were they teaching people anymore anyway? It was pathetic. “I’ve still gotta what? ‘Cause as far as I’m concerned, you should be able to hold a damned machine before ya go throwin’ yer weight around an’ sayin’ crap about what ya want ‘em ta do.” He was still sputtering when she heard her voice spoken.

Lifting her curious gaze, Fang’s gaze settled on-…well hell, if it wasn’t parachute pants himself! Raising a brow, she nodded to the fellow Pulsian. It was nice to have someone around that was from this land, instead of some Cocoon citizen stinking up the place. “Hey Noel,” came her greeting, before her eyes glanced from him, to his ridiculous pants, and then back to the man still balancing the machine in his arms while looking just about as mad as if his rear end had been stung by a hornet. “Oh great, another one of you?”, came the angry mutter from the man, followed by a huff. Fang’s feathers were instantly ruffled again. Noel told him to be calm and he grumbled something else. “Shut up, would ya?”, she growled out, pushing him slightly, enough to make him stumble back, and turned her attention back to Noel. “Okay? The hell does it look loike?”, she scoffed out good naturedly.

A few moments later she got a tap on her shoulder. Turning her head, she studied the man who had now placed the machine on the side of the road and looked ready for another go. “Ma’am! I’m going to have to see some ID and I’d like to speak with you about payment of this machine.” Shoving his hand down a little, she cocked an eye at him, squaring her shoulders to take this man down a notch. “Some ID? Really? I’ll tell ya this, fancy pants. I don’ really give a damn about yer need ta see ID. Get Hope Esteim or Rygdea on the phone an’ ask them who one of the only Pulsian’s in the world is, alroight? An’ as fer payin’ ya, they should make sure their machines aren’t gonna fall outta the wall if ya just give ‘em a bit of a nudge.” ‘Little nudge’ alright, at least in her mind it was. The use of those two names obviously had some effect on the man, because he hesitated and didn’t seem to know what to say after she mentioned them. Well hell, that might just come to her advantage one of these days! Sure as hell might! “Now get lost, would ya?”, she muttered out to the poor confused man.

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Words:; 752
Muse:; Good!
Tagged:; Noel
Location:; Academia
Outfit:; That one!
Notes:;
Listening To:;[/b] Behind Blue Eyes - Limp Bizkit

[Noel Kreiss]

Noel had never had to deal with this kind of thing before, or with this kind of woman...

And what was Fang's interest in his pants, anyway? Noel found himself looking to the ground at his feet as she did so, only realizing they were what she was looking at once he remembered the comments she'd had about it back before the big fight. Well, he could...say the same about her shorts and odd sandals, right? Sure...

He was so used to everyone basically getting along for the good of - well, for the good of all of them surviving. People had their shouting matches and disagreements back in the village, but they were mostly just on a difference of opinion on how to survive and they were usually solved in a pretty easy manner, either by politically trying both ideas or just going by the vote of everyone else. On the couple of occasions they'd gotten really bad, Yeul had always opted to step in. But this...this was two people arguing over...Noel didn't even know. A machine? A phone? Something else? Whatever it was, there was clearly some kind of culture shock going on here...not the kind Noel ran into on a daily basis (and was running into now), but from this guy getting stuffy with Fang because she had a slightly different accent from him and fewer clothes...or vice versa. Noel did know one thing, though. He agreed that the guy needed to shut up and stop being such a jerk about the whole situation. Noel watched, unsure, as she shoved the man backwards. Okay, yeah, things weren't really okay.

"What happened, though?", he went on to ask, thinking the man would back down because this was a Pulsian huntress, but finding himself proven wrong when he came up and tapped her on the shoulder again. Noel scoffed at him subtly. People could be stubborn, couldn't they? Noel knew he was included in that, but... "Can both of you just calm down for a few seconds...", he tried to say, but the end of his sentence was drowned out by the man talking again. Noel almost wanted to push him too... But nope, he wouldn't need to. He watched Fang stepping up to the man again, remembering Serah's yelling at the flan or at Hope. Noel had known tough women in his time, but good grief had he never seen one as bold as Fang with the kind of look to back it up. The man apparently didn't want any of her, either...or maybe it was the drop of Hope's name or the name of the guy who led the army, Rygdea. Hadn't...Hope said something about Rygdea and Fang in passing? Maybe...but Noel guessed that didn't matter all that much right now. What mattered was making sure they didn't end up with a fight in the middle of the street...people were still around.

She finished her rant, leaving the man speechless, and at her cue he took the opportunity to mumble and start to turn and wander off, moving his hand to some little earpiece thing he was wearing. Or maybe his ear just hurt. That was possible too. Noel watched until he was a decent distance away, took a glance at the people who were starting to dissipate and then turned back to Fang, thinking he might have been wincing as he did so. "So...you're looking for a phone too?", he joked. "What was that guy's problem with you?"

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Muse - Excellente!
Notes - Poor Noel. XD[/size]

[Oerba Yun Fang]

Fang couldn’t believe this guy actually had the nerve to stand up to her, multiple times even. She had no doubt that if he knew exactly who she was, he wouldn’t be doing so. In fact, she’d place bets that he would probably have to go change his panties because he’d wet himself. Well, it was probably to his own gain that he didn’t know, because then he could continue to think he actually had a chance with this. With a raised eyebrow over the man’s ridiculous notion that he should actually continue, Fang watched him while Noel asked what exactly had happened. “This oaf thinks I need ta’ pay fer tha’ damned sorry equipment the shop had. Hell, if they wanted to put it out ta’ face the elements, then they should’a made it a little hardier.” Instantly the man bristled and shook his head back and forth furiously. “That isn’t true! You attacked it!” Fang grinned, “Don’t get yer undies in a bundle, eh? That’s included in the elements.” She left him then with a dumbfounded expression on his face at how insolent he thought she was being.

“THAT’S NOT INCLUDED-“ “Hey, didn’t ya hear the man? He said to calm down, so sit yer ass down and think about what ya say before ya say it.” Her voice held an edge of steel, causing the man to back up and look between the two, finally having the common sense to hesitate in his dealings with the two before him. That, mixed with the two big names she had thrown out had him worried. So much so that Fang got the satisfaction of the man scampering off, probably to go cry to someone about the big mean lady that attacked him.

Not giving him another look, Fang turned back to Noel and sized him up again, eyes settling on his pants once more, resting there for a moment. Fang was about to ask about the pants when he asked if she was looking for a phone. Rubbing the back of her neck, Fang nodded and shrugged her shoulders slightly. “Missy talked me into it, said tha’…’It’s a new age Faaang, you need to buy a phone to keep In touch!’, so here I am, talkin’ to a damned machine.”, she said somewhat mournfully. “Personally, I don’t see why the hell I need a phone. Damned nuisance really, tha’ keepin’ in contact with people.”

“His problem?”, she asked with a jerk of her head in the man’s direction. “No idea. I just had ta’ show the machine who’s boss, an’ the little nudge I gave it with my lance made ‘er flop out in my arms.” Along with her explanation came a nonchalant shrug. “An’ then he came up with his undies in a bundle. Personally, I think he jus’ wanted to throw his weight around an’ act loike he was bigger an’ tougher then someone.” Too bad he had to pick the Pulsian huntress and hunter to do so with. He didn’t have a prayer to winning. Before she could help herself, Fang asked the question she wanted to know for a while. “What’s the deal with those damned pants anyway? Ya do know they’re a bit too big fer ya, roight? Are ya hidin’ something in there tha’ ya don’ want us ta’ know about?”

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Words:; 748
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Noel
Location:; Academia
Outfit:; That one I linked!
Notes:; XD
Listening To:;[/b] What was I thinkin' - Dierks Bentley

[Noel Kreiss]

Noel wasn't going to try to pretend, even after Fang's explanation, that he was going to be able to understand exactly what had caused the disagreement in the first place. He got the idea of it, yeah, but was he going to be able to comprehend why a machine breaking was supposed to be causing such a problem? Not at all. And he also wasn't going to be able to understand why the man told Fang she'd attacked it and she didn't deny. Attacking machines was an everyday occurrence...for Noel, when he'd been time traveling and it seemed like every machine had wanted to turn on him and Serah at every corner. Attacking a shop's machine...maybe Fang had a good reason...

But finally, she scared the man off, though for better or worse Noel couldn't really say. At least no fight was starting and he didn't have to hear the back-and-forth anymore. No...it just gave her more of an excuse to stare at his pants when he finally turned to look back at her, and Noel, paranoid about her staring, shifted his stance slightly and tried to let himself be distracted by the people starting to leave the scene of the argument. Before long, Noel was going to have to get down to the bottom of her...problem with his clothing and get her to find something else to look at. Thankfully, she lost interest before he needed to say anything and explained her reason for being here. He had to huff a little at her imitation of Vanille and mention that somehow, in the course of getting a phone, she'd ended up having to talk to a machine. That really was ridiculous, wasn't it? Sometimes Noel had to step back from his already bad case of culture shock and realize that if he didn't take somethings for what they were, he'd be even more confused by all that was around him. Deciding he didn't want to start reconsidering all the technology he was starting to get figured out, he spoke up in response. "I heard a lot of the same from Hope," Noel admitted, crossing his arms as he looked off to the side into the shop. "There's worse things than having one, I guess, but I don't know what good it would do me. I have no idea how to use something like that."

Judging by what Fang was explaining she'd done to the machine, she probably didn't know how to use one either. Noel didn't know if his exact reaction to a machine that wasn't working would be to take one of his swords or anything, but..he could definitely appreciate the frustration that had caused her to do something like that. And he understood what she was saying about the man who'd finally left her alone, too. "Looks like a lot of people around here have that problem," Noel added. He might not have been all that aware of everything that went on in a big city like this or how things were run, but he'd seen his fair share of people that seemed to want to act like more than they really were. In the village Noel had grown up in, that kind of an act would get a person killed. Here, it seemed like people mostly talked about those kinds of people behind their backs. Fang's reaction was probably what a lot of those "mightier-than-thou" people needed...

Noel looked at her forlornly at her next comment. Was she back to the pants again? His shoulders slumped as he got ready to put this hopefully to rest. "There's nothing wrong with my pants!", he spoke up, earning an odd look from a young woman passing the two of them. "A bunch of the other hunters wore their clothes loose like this because of how the terrain was around our village. We could get scorched or bitten or stung by something, but to be able to move like normal, the clothes were loose." That probably would have been enough of an explanation, but again, Noel wanted to find something of comparison so it wouldn't seem like he was so out of the ordinary. "I've never seen shorts like that, either," he said, his voice losing volume as he went along and he motioned at her legs. Because her shorts were definitely as ridiculous as his pants. Yep.

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Muse - Excellent!
Notes - Nothing really. He's dumb.[/size]

[Oerba Yun Fang]

So Noel had gone through the same thing as she had? Well that was comforting. “Well I’m glad tha’ I’m not the only one that had to deal with it.”, she said cheerfully. If she had to be miserable, than every other person was going to have to be miserable as well. It might not be the right logic, but it was her logic anyway. If someone didn’t like it, they could just get out and go the hell away. Yeah, she thought that was a great idea! And there was plenty that didn’t seem to think like she did, such as Vanille and Hope, who both seemed bound and determined to get everyone up to speed on the different tools that you could use around here. On that subject, Fang found herself nodding along enthusiastically when he said that he didn’t see what good it would be to him. “Yeah…maybe we can throw it at people an’ use it as a weapon,” she mused aloud. Well, she had been teasing at first, but it was an idea anyway…and if she used it as a weapon it would at least have some use, because at the moment it didn’t seem to have any use what so ever.

An unladylike snort left Fang when he mentioned that a lot of people around here had that same mentality. “Yer preachin’ ta’ the choir here Baggy,” she said in reference to his pants. “They all act like they own the place now, loike Gran Pulse is their home…well hell, it ain’t the home of no city slickin’ jerks tha’ still can’t remember to call it Gran Pulse. Who the hell do they think they are, anyway?”, she muttered out, slamming her hands down on her hips and glaring off at no one in particular. That certain subject drove her nuts. Though she had learned to accept that she now had a gazillion Cocoon citizens swirling around, Fang didn’t always like it. Actually, she didn’t often like it. Rygdea was probably right in that she was a little too hard on them, but though some of them proved their strength, for the most part, she found that they were still babied. How many could go out and take on a behemoth if they needed to?

Yeah, exactly the point.

Thinking back to her own home, Fang thought of how many people had lived together just to survive and thought that the fancy things people had here were “Damned stupid,” she growled out, crossing her arms over her chest. “Tha’ attitude woulda gotcha killed five hundred years ago,” she said huffed out. “I don’ know if they jus’ lack common knowledge or wha’, but I try ta’ leave ‘em ta their stupid loives as much as I can,”

Finally though, Fang had to stop the serious conversation they were having to ask him his deal with those pants. She had never seen anything even remotely like them, and they just…well hell, she was curious. Was he just trying to hide something? Or did he have a purpose with hose baggy they were? Her laughter echoed out as his sharp denial that there was something the matter with his gear. “There’s everythin’ wrong with ‘em!”, she retorted. And though his explanation was sound, she still didn’t quite understand it. “That’s called bein’ tough!” Then again, there was no real saying that Noel wasn’t tough. He had accomplished a lot in his young life, and Fang saw him more or less as an equal, which was rare. He’d proven himself though, so she didn’t have a problem with him…except that his credibility did decrease because of those stupid pants, something she really had a hard time getting over.

Her shorts?!

HER SHORTS?!

He was mentioning her shorts when he wore clothes like that?! Her surprise was evident in her features. “Yer askin’ ‘bout my pants when ya run around in them baggy britches? I think ya need yer head checked out!”, she stated firmly. It was true! “An’ soides, these are clothes I got from a shop around here…another feat of Missy’s, gettin’ me ta’ go shoppin’,” she once again mournfully spoke out. Hell, she didn’t like this whole having to spend any more time around cities, and especially didn’t like feeling as if they were all trying to convert her.

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Words:; 938
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Noel
Location:; Academia
Outfit:; That one I linked :3
Notes:; I always hate my Fang posts....all this choppy I don't even know what to call it-ness about them
Listening To:;[/b] El Paso - Marty Robbins

[Noel Kreiss]

Noel got the feeling Fang used mostly anything as a weapon. "Knowing some people, it would work...talk people to death," he concluded choppily, trailing off because he wasn't sure if it was funny enough to be a joke. Noel tended to be the most talkative person around Paddra on any given day, and he couldn't hold a candle in chatter to some of the people he knew now. It wasn't a bad thing, just...not something he was used to.

He wished he hadn't brought up anything about how high and mighty the people here could be, because it brought a flare-up from Fang again that caused him to uncomfortably shift in place and glance at the people passing by. She was a proud woman, wasn't she? Noel had heard people shorthanding Gran Pulse to just Pulse as well...heck, he probably even did it sometimes without thinking. It didn't really bother him, but then again, he knew that way down the line his ancestors had been from Cocoon and only moved to P- to Gran Pulse after the floating planet had been crystallized, ironically by Fang. Fang had been born here and had been a part of a real Gran Pulse society, so he supposed she did have some reason to complain...but honestly, Noel couldn't see what was so horrible about all the people of Cocoon living here. He was too interested in being tactful with the huntress to bring up that fact, however, so he just crossed his arms over his chest and nodded his understanding. So yes, he was starting to get an understanding of Fang like he'd gotten of some of the others so far...and "not riling her up" was at the top of his list of mental notes.

But all that was cast to the wind as she kept on about his pants.

It dawned on him, too, as he retorted that her "Baggy" comment earlier that he hadn't quite understood was about his shorts, too. What was the deal with them? Did he have to have them stuck tight to his legs like some of the women - and strangely, some of the men - he'd seen around here? He would have thought she'd like that he wasn't wearing everything as skin-tight as the people who lived here, but apparently not. And thus proceeded the strangest conversation he could remember having in a long while. His shoulders drooped when she spoke again, apparently having no understanding of his explanation. "It doesn't have to do with toughness, just survival!", he broke out, before realizing there was really no point in being loud to try to convince her. He'd gone for that already once. "I draw the line for toughness a little before you get to the point where a bite or a sting could make you lose a leg..." Thus was life around his village, and everyone knew that they had to be careful even if they had to be pretty bold with some of the things they did as hunters. There were reasons why people didn't stray too far from home alone...getting poisoned and having no one with you meant bad news.

And...he shouldn't have brought up her shorts. Dropping his head to his chest and propping his hands on his hips, he wondered what in the world would make his clothes so strange with what they apparently got people to buy around here. He didn't ever get to buy clothes anyway; all of his had to be made. And they were made for specific reasons! But...he was just not going to keep on with it, and he purposefully avoided looking at anyone's lower body as he tried to return the conversation to something that was at least partially normal. He doubted anything with Fang could really be normal, though... "Are you still going to try to get the phone?", he asked, almost hoping she said no.

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[Oerba Yun Fang]

Damn right some people could talk you to death. Fang had found that out quickly when she had gotten turned back to life. Sure, she was used to Missy talking just about constantly about…well, not usually much of anything, but as for other people? Fang was used to being around hunters that spoke more with their weapons than they did with their mouths. That was what she was used to, and these people just…talked for no reason. She had overheard a conversation the other day that was about bra shopping. Who spent the effort and time to call someone on one of these cell phones to talk about bra shopping? Just try the damned thing on and then buy it. Was that really honestly so difficult? Apparently it was. The point was that Fang thought that most of what people called each other for in this age was really worthless things that didn’t even matter. Probably because they were from Cocoon…

Definitely that.

Talk about cell phones quickly turned to wardrobe talk after Fang asked him what the hell was up with his pants. She wanted to know! Sheesh, was he trying to hide something in those folds? Ashamed of something? He had denied hiding anything…but Fang still had her reservations about that. And survival? Despite his arguments, she still didn’t quite get how baggy pants that could get hung up on just about everything and used in someone’s favor to snag him and end his life, could be used for survival. Still, he seemed to be quieting down about it, which meant that he must be realizing that it was indeed her that was right about this, and not him. Hell, he was going to have to admit that she was the right one and that his choice of clothing was ridiculous. Who even chose so much material anyway? Hadn’t he been in a world where material and items were rare? And then spending so much extra material on something like this…it didn’t make any sense, nor did his arguments, but whatever. To each their own, right? “Well…if ya say so. I still don’ quoite see what’cher gettin’ at though.”

So they finally led back to technology. Fang didn’t quite see exactly why she had to have a phone either…still, even with her attitude, Fang could see the practicality of having a phone, she just wanted to buck actually owning one. It wasn’t that she couldn’t work one. Hell, Fang had had to have one of the blasted things when she had been running from PSICOM and trying to find Snow again back there on Cocoon, but she had basically hated having one the entire time. That, and it was worthless because Snow hadn’t answered the damned thing for hours, making them worry needlessly. So what good was having a phone when no one actually answered it, and they talked about worthless things like bra shopping? She couldn’t think of really anything worthwhile about it! And that meant that it wasn’t worth the time and effort to come all the freaking way into this miserable city for that one simple task!

So was she still getting a phone? “Missy’d probably tan my hide if I came away empty handed, so yeah, I’ll probably get one. How ‘bout you? We can grab a few anyway, then what’dya say we leave this miserable city an’ head out fer a hunt a’ some kind? The behemoths can be quite a challenge, an’ there’s plenty other big game tha’ we can…say…test out yer skills on.”, she said cheerfully, inclining her head toward the edge of the city.

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Words:; 774
Muse:; Great!
Tagged:; Noel
Location:; Academia
Outfit:; That one!
Notes:; Go from demurely buying phones to attacking wildlife. That's how Pulsian's roll
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[Noel Kreiss]

Noel made the official decision in his mind never to bring up anything about clothing to Fang again. His eyes did shift down to her legs again to try to come up with some other point to make about the function of those tiny shorts before he made the decision, though, and part of the reason for opting to avoid the subject altogether was because he couldn't think of anything useful to say in response. Avoiding an audible sigh, Noel turned and peered down the street at the people still mundanely wandering back and forth, wondering what in the world he could do to change the subject. He could...comment on the fact that what people wore here in Academia was what Fang should be making fun of? From where Noel stood, he could see some woman wearing...something that looked like two strings connecting a pair of napkins at the top and something not much more impressive at the bottom. Why even wear anything? Then there was a guy wearing pants that he wasn't even keeping at his waist, and instead somewhere closer to his knees, along with a long shirt that almost made it down to his knees too. He waddled a little, and looked pretty ridiculous if you asked Noel. But no, Fang had to ask him about some perfectly functional pants he was wearing, didn't she?

Well, Noel didn't point out the string-wearing woman or the man who looked like he was losing his pants, reminding himself that the less he brought up anything regarding attire, the better. Actually, the less he brought up anything that Fang might have had a strong opinion on, the better. Noel thought he could afford to ask her if she was still after a phone even with the interruption from a couple of minutes before, and to his very-slight disappointment, Fang admitted that she should probably get one to keep Vanille appeased. He still apparently didn't fully understand Vanille. The idea that she could tan Fang's hide for the simple fact of not picking up a phone seemed ridiculous...but then again, maybe it was just a figure of speech. Noel had an issue of occasionally missing out on the meanings of those. People didn't actually use many of them in Paddra...didn't have time to go mincing words with people, really, when the other person could be gone before the week was over.

Anyway, right, happier thoughts. Fang was saying they should go out on a hunt. Now that was more interesting than buying a phone any day of the week. It seemed to be a kind of a challenge, too. Did Fang really think, living in Paddra and being one of the only sources of food for the whole village, that Noel didn't know how to handle any monster out there? Well, Noel wasn't going to argue the point with her, just prove it. "That'd be great," he replied with a nod, matching her cheerfulness. A comment was on his tongue again about her attire not looking like huntresses' attire at the moment, but he caught himself early, biting down on it. "Let's get this phone over with so we can get to the real important stuff." That said, though, he didn't lead the way in. Yep, he'd definitely let her lead the way on this little "shopping" deal that Noel still didn't understand much...then, he'd have to show her a few things when they went out on the hunt.

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Muse - Excellent!
Notes - Sorry for shortness/lameness. >< I just figure he wouldn't want to have to act like a derp not knowing how to buy something. [/size]