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Who: Everyone!
What: Thanksgiving + New Feather party.
When: Evening of the 20th.
Where: School cafeteria, nicely done up.
Summary: There's food. And there's also board games, are you game for some Snakes and Ladders?
Rating: Let's put this all over the board. Strange stuff can happen, man.
[Thanksgiving may not be a familiar holiday to most in Luceti, but everyone understands potluck, at least! Hopefully. Preferably.

It's all done buffet-style as usual. Thanksgiving stuff greets you first when you grab a plate and get in line at the buffet lines (food and drink provided by everyone, Thanksgiving stuff courtesy of the Welcome Centre and Ginia). Though of course, don't think that you have to stand in a line while eating! There's tables and chairs for sitting and talking and— eating, obviously. Reach out and grab a drink! If you get one that's been prepared by the Welcome Centre, it's non-alcoholic. Can't really say the same for anything else brought by others, so you may want to be careful. Y'know, just in case.

'course, there's also board games if you're interested in 'em. Just check out that corner over there!]

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"Thank you!" She's a bit thrown by Hubert's surprise, since she's pretty sure she told him about her Hero job the first time they met, but then she remembers that this Hubert doesn't know that. Pao-lin begins leading the two of them over to a miraculously empty table. "It's hard work, and dangerous most of the time, but it's a lot of fun."

Hubert takes a seat across Pao-lin, listening intently. "And you started at 11? It wasn't scary . . . ?" He looks down at his lap and plays with his hands, unnerved by the mere thought of dangerous work.

"Oh, it was definitely pretty scary," Pao-lin says through a mouthful of food. Graceful, this one. "But...I was happy to be doing something useful with my powers, too. It felt good to be able to help people like that." And she didn't feel like as much of a freak, either. Would've been a little hard to, considering she was surrounded with other NEXT like herself at HeroTV.

Not touching his food just yet, out of curiosity he continues, "What kind of powers do you have?" Every Hero had a special ability, didn't he or she? It's worth looking into.

"I can generate and control lightning!" She demonstrates by holding up a fist and producing a few little sparks around it -- a mini lightshow.

"Wow . . . !" he exclaims, watching the sparks. "That's awesome. You make it look so easy."

"It wasn't always easy," Pao-lin explains. "It took a few years before I could control my powers so that I wouldn't accidentally hurt people."

The way she puts it truly does sound heroic, and Hubert appreciates her efforts even though they're from different places. "But if you started at 11, doesn't that mean you were doing all of this at a really early age?"

Pao-lin nods as she chews on a piece of turkey. "I got my powers when I was six years old. And I started training in kung fu the year before that, too."

He lets out a breath of awe. Training at five years old is intense. "I'm twice that age, but I haven't done much of anything . . . You're so dedicated."

"Ah, well, it was something I really wanted to do," she says. "I watched a lot of kung fu movies when I was little and I thought that what they were doing was pretty cool, so I tried doing it myself. My parents didn't like it at first, but then I almost broke my leg when I missed on a flying kick, so they said that I might as well learn how to do things the right way so I wouldn't hurt myself." She giggles.

"Movies?" he repeats curiously. He has no idea what that is, but he continues, "Um, I'm glad that you didn't break your leg. That would've been awfully painful." But boy, she has guts to rebel and do reckless things like that. It reminds him of Asbel.

Pao-lin hums as she takes a moment to think of how to explain movies to someone not familiar with them. "They're stories. That you watch."

Stories that you watch? Simple enough. He can immediately picture it. "Oh, so they're like performances or plays? I don't think I've ever seen anything that could be dangerous like that . . . "

"They're like plays, but...they're recorded on something so that you can watch it anytime and anywhere you want, as long as you have something to play it on." She smiles. "There's all kinds of movies, not just kung fu or martial arts ones. But those are my favorite to watch."

Now that's more difficult to picture, but he can use his imagination. Taking a moment to contemplate this, he finally declares, "You're really active, Pao-lin."

"Yeah, I like being active," she says. "It feels good to move around. It's partly why I like working for HeroTV!" Because then she's allowed to do things like play hopscotch across the tops of cars driving on the highway so she can catch up to fleeing criminals. (Yes. This seriously has happened.)

Pao-lin knows exactly what she wanted and wants, and at such a young age. Hubert's rather envious of her assertiveness. But who's he to be envious of a Hero? "It must be nice." Frank as his response is, he means it most sincerely.

Aaaand done with clearing out the turkey on her plate, along with half of the mashed potatoes! "Mm-hmm. But I probably can't be a Hero forever, so I have to figure out what else I want to do..."

"I'm sure it'll come to you. You did figure out what you wanted to do when you were five . . . " He pokes at what remains of his food with a fork.

"Well...not really. I got my powers when I was five, but I didn't really know about HeroTV until someone came to recruit me for it a couple of years later." Her cheerful expression fades a bit as she remembers her childhood. "Before that, I didn't think I was going to be good for anything..."

He panics a bit at the drop in cheeriness, hastily throwing in, "But you did turn out to be good for something. A lot of things!" Hubert calms. "That's what matters now, right?"

"Hmm...I guess you're right. I'll figure that out when I get to it." She's about to take a bite into a piece of cornbread when she seems to realize something. "Ah, I'm sorry, I've been talking all this time and haven't let you say anything!"

Hubert is staring down his plate when she apologizes, to which he blinks and looks up. He appears to shrink back at her words. "Well, I don't really have anything to share. I'm not an incredible Hero like you . . . "

Another moment of thought. "Well...you know how we're going to paint our favorite things from our own worlds on the mural in a couple of days? Tell me what you'd paint."

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ffffff stop tagging me just when I've made up my mind to catch up on NaNo, LOL

FFFF my tagging drive is bent on not allowing it

oh well as far as I'm concerned NaNo doesn't exist the moment I get a Hubert tag :Db

yeees, I get to hoard Pao-lin. *3*

excuse me while I steal all of Hubert's non-Tales CR, I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND.............

I COULD NEVER MIND . . .

this Hero is going to haunt him for the rest of his life if I have anything to say about it

I fully support this and intend to reciprocate.

He is gonna get trolled so hard by her and neither of them will be aware of it. XD

. . . that's hilariously sad, f-ffft.

He's the first (and currently only) character to be the target of Pao-lin's oblivious trolling. XD

Wow. Only he can manage that with his buttmonkey status. /sob

It's his fault for being so girly...or so serious. IDK, either one. XD

goshdarn it subject -- can it be her fault for being so boyish. ;3;

They can share the blame equally! Because sharing is what friends do. :D

Yes, I am all for this. Share the blame like good friends. c':

BLAME PARTY ALL AROUND! We'll have hats and streamers and FOOD.

FOOD EVERYWHERE, Pao-lin can eat 90% of it.

And then nag Hubert for not eating moar. "You'll get sick if you don't eat!"

Now that's not fair. "You can get sick if you eat too much, too . . . ;;"

No such thing as "too much food" for this gal. XD She really is a shonen hero(ine)...

yeees, I get to hoard Pao-lin. 3