fandomhighdorms | The Roof; Late Sunday Night.

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The Roof; Late Sunday Night.

Late in the night, a winged figure landed on the roof of the Fandom High dormitory from the south, white wings stretching out as Setsuna kneeled down to make her landing softer. After her weekend, she was still feeling the edge of everything she'd gone through, and her senses and desires to be particularly dramatic or stealthy were sharp. Her eyes shifted along the roof as though expecting something to come out and attack her; finding nothing, she straightened. She'd have to get Yuunagi to the weapon's locker as soon as possible, but, shivering through her entire body, through the tips of her wings, she cast another glance around. There was blood in the air; a lot of it, the same scent that covered Mahora when she left. Something...had happened here...She noticed it when she flew over the town, too. What...what had it been? What had she missed...and what had she failed to protect while she was gone protecting something else?

[[ open, as roofs be. a post summarizing what her weekend consisted of will go up tomorrow ]]

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Ranma headed up to the roof. He was missing Setsuna, and for some reason, the closer he was to the sky, the closer he felt to her.

Setsuna heard something moving, and was instantly glad that she still had Yuunagi with her. She bent her knees into a prepratory stance, holding the sword at her hip and ready to unleash it if she had to. Her eyes snapped toward the sound.

Ranma smiled when he saw wings. No, live steel doesn't scare him, though it SHOULD. He called to her with a grin before getting any closer, he know better than to run over there. //Setsuna! You're back!//

Setsuna's stiffness faded a bit, and she straightened a little. "Ranma?"

He steps into view and she might note the scratched face. //Who else'd be up the late other than you?// He cracks a grin.

Setsuna slung Yuunagi back over her shoulder by the red string again. //"Whatever had caused all that damage I saw flying back in. W...what happened, Ranma? What did I miss?"//

//Well these giant ugly troll things came and kiddnapped people and attacked the school and broke some buildings.// He couldn't say everyone was okay because he really doesn't know. //They're gone now though.//

Setsuna stared at him in shock for a good long moment before sputtering, //"Trolls? Are you serious? Is anyone hurt? Is everyone okay? Oh my God...!"//

//Lots of people were in the clinic when I was droppin' off Isabel... I guess I dunno really if everyone's okay..// HE has a sad sort of tone.

//"Oh my God,"// Setsuna gasped, almost breathlessly, shaking her head. She should have been here! She should have helped! A voice in her head was trying to remind her that she was busy protecting Mahora, but she was ignoring it. Her mind buzzed with panic. //"I...I have to find Jude...."//

//Jude MAY be a clutz but ya know he has great luck.. He's probably fine. Even if he ain't, he's sleeping ~~with Chad~~ by now. You'll need ta wait til mornin'.// This is honestly not meant out of jealousy. For once it's out of common sense.

//"...I don't know, Ranma,"// Setsuna said, halted but certainly not convinced. //"This summer, he'd have been devoured by jello dragons if I weren't here, and, well, I wasn't here..."//

Oh, God, she wasn't here.... Her knees felt a little weak; again, something else pulled in her head to convince her that Mahora came first, anyway, but, again, she didn't listen.

//Someone musta been protectin' the guy. I can't imagine anyone just lettin' him get clubbed ta death by trolls. Really... ya can find him tomorrow... Setsuna... what happened at home? To your friends? Were they okay?//

Setsuna's expression darkened, her body stiffening tightly again. She thrust her chin up as she gulped. //"I wouldn't have come back if things weren't okay now,"// she said.

//Well I mean... of course! I know ya wouldn't have left if the situation wasn't resolved but... I just wanted ta know if your friends were alright..?//

//"They're fine,"// she said, sharply, almost a snap. Her expression seemed to deep into a scowl. God dammit, it was a good thing she was there...even if it was under false pretenses.

//I'm so glad ta hear that...// He tries to ignore the cutting tone.

Setsuna drew in a deep breath. //"It...it was...it was close, though..."// Wings and body shivered involuntarily.

//Well then it's a good thing ya were there... ya know Fandom has pleanty of people ta defend it. Your friends in Japan needed ya more.//

Setsuna took in a deep breath. It was true; Mahora was certainly not berift of people who could take care of it either, but Ranma was right. She was where she needed to be; Mahora needed her more than Fandom. But if that was true, why was she still here....?

She nodded, still stiffly. //"You're right. I'm...I'm glad everyone's okay..."//

Her head tilted a bit. //"Were...were you hurt at all, Ranma?"// She had an urge to reach out, brush her fingers against the scars on his cheek, but she kept herself still. Her wings, however, betrayed her by curving around her a little, end feathers seeming to reach for what she wouldn't.

//Nah. The one I was fighting sorta fell over and I fell too. Just a few little scratches is all. 'm totally fine.// Ranma ran a finger lightly down the feather that jutted nearest to him. Just out of slight impulse.

The wing and Setsuna both winced a little at the touch, but then relaxed, the feather stretching back out. //"G...good..."//

Her head lowered as she debated with herself whether or not to say what she was thinking. She threw caution to the wind. //"I...I'm sorry that I didn't get to see you fight, though..."//

This elicited quite a smile from Ranma. Quite a blush too. //You'll get ta see some time Setsuna. 'm sure stuff'll attack the place again.// He laughs a little and comes a little closer. //I wanna see you fight with Yuunagi some time too. I can only guess how awesome it'd be.//

Setsuna's eyes shifted downward a little as she tried to act like she didn't notice the step forward. //"You know you're always welcome to come visit the salle while I'm training. If you bring Alphonse, I can show you some of the more impressive techniques, too."//

Unfortunately, nothing as impressive as what she exuted this weekend, she thought, with a proud blush springing to her cheeks. She did know one thing about that weekend; she had kicked major ass...

//Practice jus' ain't the same. A real fight is so different. Ya can feel in your blood and... well.. ya get ta react and really show yourstuff. In practice you have so much more time ta plan... yeah... ain't the same at all...//

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