[Her lip was busted, an open gash had been hastily wrapped around her upper arm. There'd probably be another scar there before long. A low and bitter but short laugh passed between Fang's lips shaking her frame, causing her to feel the necklaces bounce against her tanned skin. Well, wasn't this just fitting. Get out of one mess and into another. Honestly, it hurt to breath, her ribs were probably cracked but thankfully, for the most part, she'd managed to keep these damn wings out of it. Perhaps she'd gotten lucky on for that much at least. Regardless of Lady Luck being on her side or not, Fang was hurting and quite frankly was in almost desperate need of help even if she was determined to stagger her way back to a safe place. With lance strapped to her back, careful of these fal'Cie be dammed wings, bloodied and torn sari she carried on. A dribble of blood trailed down over her chin from the split lip and each step forward felt like a hundred mile march, one her body protested and strained against, muscles longing to give up and collapse beneath her. It didn't matter though, it wouldn't matter, she wouldn't allow it to.
She couldn't do that to her family after all.]
(B: Open Mic Night/Push Her Up There.)
The 'ell is this? [Eyes narrowed, examining the scene laid out before her. There was a stage set up with all sorts of Gizmos and people prancing about it. Sure, they'd had celebrations back in Oerba, but none tended to seem as elaborate or... Well, from her assessment, regular looking as this mess did. With a glance being given over the situation again, it was a split second before a microphone was nearly shoved into one of her hands and someone was attempting to urge Fang on stage. A low grumble emerged from her throat and Fang locked her stance steady. No one was budging her until she damn well knew what the hell all of this was about.]
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[Her lip was busted, an open gash had been hastily wrapped around her upper arm. There'd probably be another scar there before long. A low and bitter but short laugh passed between Fang's lips shaking her frame, causing her to feel the necklaces bounce against her tanned skin. Well, wasn't this just fitting. Get out of one mess and into another. Honestly, it hurt to breath, her ribs were probably cracked but thankfully, for the most part, she'd managed to keep these damn wings out of it. Perhaps she'd gotten lucky on for that much at least. Regardless of Lady Luck being on her side or not, Fang was hurting and quite frankly was in almost desperate need of help even if she was determined to stagger her way back to a safe place. With lance strapped to her back, careful of these fal'Cie be dammed wings, bloodied and torn sari she carried on. A dribble of blood trailed down over her chin from the split lip and each step forward felt like a hundred mile march, one her body protested and strained against, muscles longing to give up and collapse beneath her. It didn't matter though, it wouldn't matter, she wouldn't allow it to.
She couldn't do that to her family after all.]
(B: Open Mic Night/Push Her Up There.)
The 'ell is this? [Eyes narrowed, examining the scene laid out before her. There was a stage set up with all sorts of Gizmos and people prancing about it. Sure, they'd had celebrations back in Oerba, but none tended to seem as elaborate or... Well, from her assessment, regular looking as this mess did. With a glance being given over the situation again, it was a split second before a microphone was nearly shoved into one of her hands and someone was attempting to urge Fang on stage. A low grumble emerged from her throat and Fang locked her stance steady. No one was budging her until she damn well knew what the hell all of this was about.]