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[abyssalflame]

For those of you who have been seeking survival or battle training, it's all well and good to be learning on your own time, but going at it alone in a situation like this is just asking to get yourself or someone else killed. The last thing we need right now are a bunch of fools injuring themselves on their own blades because they thought they were hot enough shite to hunt something big down.

...I'm probably going to regret this, but if any have need of a guardian for just such an act of stupidity, I suppose accompanying you myself is better than nothing.

And while I'm here: who owns this?

[Sid unravels a blood-stained piece of cloth in front of the camera, which appears to be a flag.

It may or may not be recognizable as Jeanne Alter's.]

I've got a few choice words for you.

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[lahaine]

[ That's right, he was not of her world. A sharp inhale, as she bit her lip. ] Tch, not like you would be interested or anything. [ Well, he did sort of ask, so it seemed like he was interested.

Nonetheless her tone was bitter, even as she elaborated. ]

An Avenger. The...Heroic Spirit of Vengeance. [ Just saying that seemed to be odd, the heroic part. There wasn't a heroic bone in her body, now was there? She corrected herself. ]

The Spirit of Vengeance.

[abyssalflame]

Whoever or whatever you're supposed to be avenging, then, you're doing a pretty piss-poor job of it.

[Truth be told, if she's not pulling it out of her arse, he is a little intrigued by that, even if directly asking is out of the question. Obviously. "Spirit of Vengeance," huh...

The next line is dry, more of a snipe than an actual observation. It hasn't quite clicked yet.]

It's as if you'd rather off yourself than do any avenging. Fool.

[lahaine]

[ Another sharp inhale at his words, a slight snap sound could also be heard. It seemed like she had balled her fist so hard, part of her plated gauntlets had cracked. ]

Tch, what do you know about doing a good job at anything?

[ His next statement earned even more ire from her, if it was possible. A sarcastic remark rolling off her tongue. ] Tch...killing a spirit...

Don't you need an exorcism for that?

[abyssalflame]

Wait, you're going to tell me you wouldn't have even died anyway?!

[That one makes his temper rise. All of that, for nothing? Is she serious?]

Are you absolutely-- You shite-for-brains little--!!

[lahaine]

Hahaha! Unlike that trashy holy woman, my Noble Phantasm isn't suicidal! [ It seemed she held absolute glee for this fact. The woman which she spoke of...well she didn't matter.]

Christ, if you are so eager and excitable. Meet me, and we can settle this face to face.

[abyssalflame]

[That's it, it's on. Successfully trolled.]

Fine! Name your specifics and I'll be sure to maim you right this time!

[lahaine]

Ufufufufuhahahaha! At least you have some spine! Alright, the streets of this Wyver place, tomorrow. I'm sure it won't take you long to find me, look for something burning. Hahaha!