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You're joking, right?

All that effort into my own world. My own story. Pulling out Danny. Outing Will. Killing Danny. Making Will a fucking celibate. But all things to make me, well, real, so far as that kind of thing goes around here.

And then this.

You're probably not ever even going to say anything to her, either. Right? Wasted effort all around. Good job. Have a biscuit.

Oh, and I liked having black hair better. Just saying.

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Awwwww man! What is with people and angsty boys? Just look at this guy! He sounds almost as bad as Cale!

[ …who are you talking to, Hero? ]

Well, better than flighty little girls, I suppose. Though I imagine you probably look better in a skirt than I do.

That should, I imagine, upset me as well, yes? I'm kind of lost on how all of this works.

Who you calling flighty!? [ She's loud. ] Gah. What're you talking 'bout skirts for?

[ huff. face red and trying to regain cool (if she'd even had it in the first place) ] You've got weird things in your head.

I've got two sisters, a brother, and something rather in between.

[A bit of a shrug.]

Well, kind of have all of that. I guess.

Anyway, point. You're going to have to try a little harder if that was supposed to be an insult. Like, er. Well. 'You do seem like the kind of guy who worries about how he'd look in a skirt.' Or. Hmm. I don't know. Er. 'I'm not the little girl crying about her boyfriends.' Though you have no idea who Daniel or William are, so that was a stupid suggestion probably.

Er. Really? My sisters usually just kicked me in the shin, honestly. I think.

…a horse? [ Hero…]

It wasn't an insult. You just took it that way. Not my fault you're talking about stuff I don't understand...

Well. Way I see it, getting named after the third named human being in all of creation to have never seen paradise has a way of making things complicated.

Really, I'm probably just really, really bad at life. But that's a shitty thing to say, eh?

[He chuckles, for a moment, and offers his hand.]

'M Seth.

Uh… [ Hero has no idea what he just said, but she'll just go with it so she doesn't look dumb. ] …okay. Sure.

[ She frowns at his comment. ] Yeah, it is a shitty thing to say. Sound like there's no room for improvement.

[ Hero leans back when Seth extends the hand. She's still not sure about him, but after looking him up and then down, she surmises that she's okay (for now) and grins and leans forwards, taking Seth's hand with her own. ]

I'm Hero Gareth. Nice to meet you, Seth.

Way I see it, means that I've got all kinds of room to improve. Still. Yeah. Shitty.

[She's wrong, of course. But at least he's not quite as bad as his brothers.]

Hero? Well. Colour me an arse for complaining about a namesake mum probably never even heard of. Even do you a favour and forget the rest of it. Names can be dangerous things, I've found.

[A slightly awkward pause as he glances away and then back at her.]

So. Er. Are you? A hero, I mean? Or was that a shitty question?

Yeah.

[ Well that sounds scary. ]

Uh…thanks? [ I don't think he was complimenting you, Hero. ] I don't know what color arse is but it sounds interesting.

[ Her lips curve in a grin. Aww. The boy so shy. ] Not yet! But I'm gonna be!

[It takes him a moment to realize she has no idea what an arse is. It takes another couple of moments not to be an arse because of it.]

Er. Well. Always good to have direction in life. So. Someone teaching you how to swing a sword around, then? Shoot a gun? Anything useful, anyhow?

[ Smart boy.

Her eyes lit up and her mouth curves in the biggest of grins to have ever grinned. ]

Tons of useful! I'm a sorcerer in training! [ Hands on her hips, arms akimbo. ] I'm learning how to fight, how to defend, how to burn things, how to fight, how to defend...

Magic, eh? And still giving out a name? Well. Everyone has to learn.

[He purses his lips and looks her over with an appraising eye.]

When you say fight, you mean with sorcery, I imagine? Bloody useful, that. Especially when the other side doesn't have it.

[And there is the hint of what might almost become a smile at the corner of his mouth with that.]

But, really, I'll bite. Fire's your...er. Thing, en't it?

[ She nods. ] I'm glad to have the chance to. Orphans don't usually get to do stuff like it. [ Especially not orphans in Gareth -- but then they'd been all too happy to give her to Harborforge at Headmaster Ridge's request. ]

Oh -- they don't have it, but apparently they can train to have it? [ She's still fuzzy on the entire Magic Transference operation that only few plebeians have even attempted. ] I dunno. But they hire us enough for missions and other jobs so I guess it's a win-win scenario. [ Except for the part where you have factions that just hate each other and want to obliterate the other. ]

Oh no. [ She shakes her head. ] I'm not a fire person. That's the jackass's affinity. I'm more weather-based.

Well, no one has lost an ear, I hope. That at least puts you one up, by my book.

[He shook his head and crossed his arms.]

So you make, like, tornados. That kind of shite? Because tornados are fucking awesome.

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