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She could smile again.

And actually smile, not fake it for people.

And she wasn't so afraid to be by herself anymore, even though she suspected Aigis or Koromaru would be stalking following her still.

She also had been practicing her spells. So Fuuka felt brave enough to be in the Great Hall by herself again, eating dinner, keeping her tracking sense open so she knew when someone was coming in.

And of course, her Evoker was at hand.

Date: 2010-10-21 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com
There was a dull thud as Bobby deposited another stack of books at the table. He straddled the bench and nodded at the girl.

"Feel the need to be packin' while you're eatin?" he asked, mistaking her Evoker for a more conventional weapon.

Date: 2010-10-22 01:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com
“Your gun, kid. I know this ain’t exactly the safest of places, but you need to keep it handy when you’re eating?”

Bobby wasn’t exactly one to talk, given the fact that he had a garrote laced with silver nitrate, three knives - one silver, one iron and one steel - holy water, a silver mirror, lighter and a pair of guns all concealed on his body. He was a Hunter and magical school or no, he damn well wasn’t going to be caught unprepared.

Date: 2010-10-22 01:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com
He shrugged and unscrewed the silver flask he kept in his vest pocket. "Can't argue with a little precaution. What does it evoke?"

Date: 2010-10-22 01:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com
"Sounds handy. What's a persona? Something magical you summon, like a familiar?"

Date: 2010-10-23 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com
The grunted, taking a sip from the flask before tucking it away again. "Summoning can be useful if it's done right. Baring your soul sounds.. risky though."

Date: 2010-10-23 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com
He was still getting used to the idea of people being from other worlds. A conversation with the Ancient Runes Professor - and wasn't that a surprise to see him - was the strongest reminder that he was fairly far from home.

"Havin' backup is always a good idea. You got anything else to keep you safe, kid?"

Date: 2010-10-25 12:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com
He grinned, "Now that is a beautiful dog. What's his name? I always kept some at the yard. Damn good company, good at sniffin' out demons and never complained if I had to take off on a hunt at the last minute."

Date: 2010-10-25 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com
"Good to know dogs are the same in either place. Stealin' off your plate even if they have perfectly good food of their own."

He cocked his head, "How exactly can he summon one without one of those evoker-things?"

Date: 2010-10-25 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cerberusyndrome.livejournal.com
Before Fuuka could answer properly, Koromaru growled. He got on the table so Bobby could see the special collar that served as his Evoker, then howled.

Cerberus was summoned, casting Mudo on a painting. It didn't take, because it is a painting and Mudo has bad accuracy, but there you go.

"I could have just told him," Fuuka said to a pleased Koromaru.

Date: 2010-10-26 09:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] junkyard-hunter.livejournal.com
For a man in his late fifties, Bobby could move remarkably fast when he needed to. He kicked his chair backwards and his hand was moving by reflex to the weapon in his vest. It was only Fuuka's calm demeanor that kept him from drawing down on the.. thing.

"You ain't no hellhound," he finally said slowly. "But you sure sound like one."

Date: 2010-10-26 10:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cerberusyndrome.livejournal.com
Koromaru barked again.

"Show off," Fuuka said, smiling as she petted him.

He climbed down into her lap. He gave Bobby a glare before shutting his eyes to be petted.

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