<div class="floatleft"><acronym title="Hi! What's up?">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w190/Rakykia/vaniljanew_zpsj7gmb3mx.jpg)</acronym></div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Vanilja Crepes</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=245883.msg12161954#msg12161954)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Arrival</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Rusty, Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Vanilja wasn't trying to be mean, but the moment she heard something mumble a few steps behind her she raised her voice to talk over Rusty, just to finish another point about the cupboard missiles and then as if to answer his question she continued to explain more. What Vanilja couldn't remember she made up with speculation. "...no, no I don't think the weight is an issue at all. Those boosters carry weapons many times the weight of small huntresses. I think Atlas is just hogging all the cool technology. They're shrewd like that, but I don't mind. They do have the coolest stuff too!." Which would explain why a Vacuo kid wandered around in Atlas inspired clothes.<br/><br/>All of a sudden something Rusty had said made Vanilja turn around and look up at the boy. Her eyes narrowed and for a moment it was as if they were to judge him somehow, but then her mouth followed and widened into a grin. "Tshhh...  people fragile? Nonsense! Humans are strong! At least those of us with a good aura are. I am. Faunus are too, but..." Vanilja's eyes darted to the side to catch a glimpse of some fluffy looking tuft behind a deer Faunus boy. "...they are not as hard."  Her fingers twitched with the lingering sensation of the strange silvery tuft she had grasped earlier. They could still feel it.<br/><br/>The pause had thrown Vanilja off of her rant and stopped her to finally stand calmly in akimbo stance and take in more of her surroundings than only the dust powered things. She looked at Rusty again; gave him an appraisal. "Hmmmg." He looked pretty normal, no matter how she leaned in and watched from different angles Vanilja just couldn't make out any other assessment that this was a boy, and- "Hey! Cool weapon."<br/><br/>Vanilja knelt to level her eyes with the Travailler. "Advantage of blades I guess. You can keep their folded form pretty compact. Big rounds though. I like it. They're my personal choice too. The recoil just... brrhHHR~" Vanilja hugged herself and trembled as if some jolt ran through her. "That recoil feels so satisfying. Also I think they're much better for boosting. Look here." Vanilja took her Mortal Flail out, let the handle assemble in her grip, the flail head whirr out with some cable and gave it a quick spin before letting them combine into a hand-held mortar launcher. "This baby. Vanilja hugged the gun and snuggled her face against it. "AAAhh... isn't he pretty? Years of tuning and experimentation and finally, FINALLY, I can sleep at night knowing it is done. You know the feeling when your weapon and semblance are just so perfect for each other that you wonder why you haven't married yet? Hey, hey! You know it, right? It's the best there is! Say do you think yours is done yet? Maybe you'd want to let me tinker with it a bit and see what we can improve..."