So how am I doing?  This is my first time playing Fang and any and all constructive criticism is welcome.  You can even tell me what I'm doing right so I make sure to keep it up!

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 [Fang is sitting in the windowsill of her room, watching the storm outside.  If one has been paying attention, they'll notice now that her funky tattoo/brand/thing on her right arm is gone.  Occasionally a flash of lightning will light up her face, showing just how blank her expression is.

It's like this for a few long moments, but then she groans ( Read more... )

[Fang is sitting outside somewhere, her hair lightly blowing in the slight breeze.  She's not sad, but she's not happy, either, just...pensive, it seems.]

So...when you can't remember something important, how do you all deal with it?  Like, you have that nagging feeling in the back of your head that you need to figure out, but...when you try, ( Read more... )

All right.  So how many of you knuckleheads got yourselves bitten or killed last week?  Apparently you're the worst at listening when people tell you not to do something stupid.

Don't make me end up babysitting you all.  I'm not good at it and I don't take morons under my wing.

[Have a Fang leaning against a tree, arms crossed over her chest and foot tapping in annoyance.

Yeah, she's not amused.  For a certain tune is following her around, non-stop, mocking her.]

Oh, screw off, Animus.

[A few more moments of the lyrics and Fang growls, picking up a piece of rubble laying around before she throws it somewhere off-screen.  It' ( Read more... )

Okay, explain something to me.

What's all this about people coming back from dying here?  Last I checked, that's cheating.

[Look who's chilling in a tree near her tree pod.  Yep, that's Fang.  And she makes sitting on a tree branch high above the ground look easy, graceful, even.  Leave it to the questionably mad person to be good at this sort of dangerous thing.]

Relax, people.  That jungle last week was a piece of cake.  Besides, no one died, right?

[She smiles ( Read more... )

[The feed turns on to show Fang standing in her room, which is nothing out of the ordinary, except for the dirt and blood on her arms, some of which is her own.  Her l'Cie brand, however, is untouched, even if one slice seems to have gone right through it.  After a moment, she sighs and drops down onto her bed, reaching to the nightstand for a ( Read more... )

...This world's some bother, eh?  Seems everyone and their mother has either been out causing trouble or gettin' in the way.

If anyone wants to blow off some steam, let me know.  Think my spear's gathering some dust.

Yes, Vanille, this includes you, too.

[Fang is laying on her back on her bed, wearing nothing but her short, black top that doubles as a bra, and her black boy shorts.  Is she trying to tempt someone?  Maybe.  Fang is Fang.

Or is it laundry day?  That may be more accurate.  That sari doesn't wash itself.

So with one leg bent at the knee, she balances her other leg on that thigh, showing ( Read more... )