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The Roof; Sunday Afternoon.

There was a possible threat of rain in the air, but Setsuna didn't mind. The clouds were heavy, but some sun was breaking through, and she knew that with her new powers, even the strongest storm would not dull her senses. In fact, she almost hoped that some thunder would start; she might then be able to test her control of her techniques to manipulate the lightening.

For now, though, she was lying, stomach down, on the roof, her wings stretching out luxeriously behind her, so happy that she had barely kept them contained all week, with her feet kicking idly in the air. She was writing in a notebook. The Japanese characters flowed from her easily and quickly; her mind was positively abuzz with ideas. More often than not, they were ways in which to show her superiority over all these humans in the next few days.

Ohhh, it should be quite interesting indeed.

[[ open, if'n you want to dare to tempt the demon ]]

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Billy for one, was hoping for rain. He liked the roof in the rain, it was great for meditating.

"Hey Setsuna."

Only briefly did Setsuna's red eyes slide toward Billy; it was more of a look of annoyance at the sound of a voice than an actual attempt to regard him, though. And then they returned to her notebook, where she was adding new ideas regarding the attempt to use strength to direct a projectory of rock from a technique specifically toward an eye.

Billy shrugged at the indifference, and headed for a spot on the edge of the roof and sat down.

And Setsuna, at this point, could only take so much of a human presence. Her sensitivities were so delicate that she found she couldn't even sleep in her own room, which didn't add much to her mood. Her hand tightened around her pen; unaware of what she was doing, she squeezed until the pen snapped between her fingers and she eyes bolted toward Billy as if he had done it himself. "Of all the places to be sitting," she hissed, her wings spreading with feathers tightening, "must it really be here?"

Surprised and a little annoyed, Billy frowned. He'd deliberately chosen a spot not too close to her because she'd seemed like she'd wanted to be left alone.

"What, you want the whole roof to yourself? Good luck with that."

Well, Setsuna had grown accustomed to having the whole sky to herself, so why not the roof as well?

"I could just throw you off," she said simply, her wings giving an idle flap. "Six stories is a long way down for a human of such minor capabilities."

Billy frowned, then rose to his feet. "Don't threaten me." he growled. "I don't know what crawled up your ass today, but don't threaten me."

A surge of nausea filled Setsuna's stomach and she, too, got to her feet, a fluid motion with a push of her wings. More of a moment of flight than a moment of standing and she brushed the white hair from her eyes a moment. "You asked a question," she pointed out, shaking her head, "and I answered. Am I supposed to feel bad because the answer was something that made you uncomfortable?"

"Answering my questions would've been a yes, or better yet, a polite request to be left completely alone. Threatening to throw me off the roof is picking a fight."

"Should I take your rise to your feet as an acceptance of the challenge, then?" Setsuna asked coldly, thinking that if his answer was yes, then her theory of human stupidity would be justified. And, in that case, than Billy probably didn't realize that he should simply be grateful that she was giving him a small inkling of a chance.

Actually it's just that he didn't care. "I don't respond well to threats." he spat. "You gonna do something, do it. Don't threaten me. You want to be left alone? Ask politely and I'll leave, and then I suggest you either find a more private place, or put up a do not disturb sign on that door.

He did wonder what was going on, but being threatened tended to make him cranky.

One could only have so much patience, and she'd even bothered being kind to the boy by giving him a chance to realize what he had done before she had to do this...

Barely a second, and Setsuna had moved from where she stood to behind Billy; he'd barely have a moment to feel the wind from her wings before she had him by the shirt and dangling over the side of the roof. Her eyes slid over toward him, her mouth a firm, displeased line. Her fingers slowly started to unfurl.

"That's better." he smirked, slipping out of his shirt, and then grabbing hold of it to swing to one of the ledges below.

Setsuna grunted, looking down at Billy on the ledge, shaking her head. "I suggest," she said, "you find a way down from there, rather than up. One cannot expect to walk through a lion's den, catch the carnivore's attention, and then tread undisturbed."

"You're awful cute when you're full of it you know that?"

"Let me remind you who is standing here ready to strangle the life out of your throat the moment you're even close to this rooftop, and who is dangling from a ledge. That's rather big talk coming from someone who just squirms himself to temporary safety instead of fighting back."

Jude thumped up the stairs and exploded onto the roof, board in hand. He had to blink before he recognised her, but when he did he had to grin. "Heya, bra."

Setsuna was starting to think that she was better off in the air.

Without looking up from her writing, she muttered, "Refer to me by such a base term of familiarity again, Jude, and I will ensure that you will never again make the mistake, having been robbed of any ability to speak at all. If you think I'm going to continue to accept being on equal terms with any of you, you are severely mistaken."

Jude halted and blinked again, not entirely sure he understood. After a moment, he decided she was joking. Was probably reading those epics again, eh? So he tried to chuckle a little.

"You totally had me scared there for a second, 'Suna-bra. What's up?"

Setsuna laid the pen down with a flat palm and a slight smacking sound before looking up at Jude with a stone expression, annoyance flaring in her eyes. "You should be frightened for more than just a second, Jude, if you insist on continuing with this informality. If any of you humans think you're going to continue to try to hold me down at your level anymore, you'll soon discover that you're gravely mistaken. I could potentially kill you within an approximation of a minute; I do believe that grants me more respect than that."

Jude's smile faltered and disappeared. "I know you could," he said, sounding bewildered. "But you wouldn't. We're friends. Are you okay?"

"Better than I've ever been, Jude," Setsuna responded, a bit haughtily, as she went back to lightly write down another word, as if he was just an idle buzz of a noise, barely worth noticing. "I've finally opened my eyes."

"You're acting kind of weird," he informed her, flopping down beside her familiarly.

As soon as Jude started to sit down, Setsuna's wings shifted, spreading out and curving around her as if to create a barrier. If he so much as ruffled a feather, though... She frowned at her notebook; she really did hate to be interrupted in her work, and Jude would snap like a twig, so simple that it would hardly be worth getting up for...

"Weird, perhaps," she said, "for the Setsuna you knew before. I, however, am not that blind and weak little pawn anymore." She finished a character with a decided stroke, staring at it for a second. "And never again."

She then peeked over at him through a break in the feathers. "I did tell you, Jude, about my bloodline, yes?"

He shifted amiably over to make room for the wings, still perfectly at ease with her. "I dunno, I kinda liked the Setsuna I knew before. She was cool. And yeah, you told me."

"Well, did I also mention how I was forced to ignore who I really was so I could be placated and kept under control?"

Jude considered. "No, I don't think you said that bit. You seemed pretty okay with everything."

Setsuna was quiet for a moment, turning slightly away, reflective. "I was," she said softly. "But that was before I found out what they were trying to keep from me. My powers, Jude, I...I'm a lot stronger now. A lot. And that's all I ever wanted, was to be stronger, and I could have been if I just...if I was just...me, and they..." She gulped, her voice hardening with anger, "they wouldn't let me! They intentionally...castrated me from being as strong as I could! They did it on purpose!"

And, before she could even control it, she lashed out, her wings swiping back and nearly hitting Jude as the pen on her notebook launched forward into the air, with so much force that it landed in the roof a few feet away, embedded into the roof, and, after a quick flash of fire, nothing remained of the notebook in front of her but ash.

"They're going to pay for what they tried to do, Jude. And so will anyone who tries to stop me."

Jude ducked, his eyes wide. But still, he wasn't afraid for himself. Just worried about her.

"Hey, hey, bra, chill. You don't mean that, right?"

For a second, Setsuna almost thought maybe Jude would understand. But she realized, staring at the ashes, that she was wrong. Just like she was wrong about Alphonse understanding. But that didn't matter. She didn't need them to understand.

"I've never been more certain about anything in my life."

"Oh." Jude's sadface crept into place. "I'm sorry."

Setsuna didn't say anything to that; she didn't need his sympathy. Drawing in a deep breath, she released it slowly as she leaned forward and blew gently at the ashes until they picked up in the slight wind and drifted apart and away.

"You need another notebook?" he offered. "I got a ton. Jen does all my school shopping and she gets like six notebooks for each subject. You know what she's like."

"I'm fine," Setsuna said. "It was just pointless musing, anyway." With a small sigh, she pulled herself up. It was strange, really, how she did it, to quick to even be seen, but, in seconds, she'd gone from belly to feet and was now straightening. "I shouldn't have been wasting time on such meaningless things, anyway. I really should be honing my techniques some more."

"Yeah, me too." Jude held up his board. "Curb jam's next week. Totally doesn't feel like a year. Hey, you can totally help me train again! If you want to," he added quickly.

Setsuna scoffed, completely and forcefully disallowing any possible attempts on the part of her memory to allow any recollection of the last curb jam training session to manifest. "Please," she said. "I have better ways to use my time."

Ow. Harsh, bra.

Jude's face fell again and the skateboard clattered to the roof. "Y-yeah, I guess so."

There was a brief second where Setsuna regarded Jude with only a slight lift of her chin before her wings gave a firm push against the air and she drew herself away.

"Hey, bra, if you change your mind you know where to find me!" Jude called after her.

Knowing her mind wouldn't change, Setsuna just left Jude's call unanswered and ignored.

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