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[b]Gratia Mindaro - Beacon Cafeteria (Monday, Early Morning ~6-7am)[/b]

"[color=66cd00]It isn't,[/color]" she said, her words final.

Her enjoyment of confectionaries aside, it looked as if her half-arsed suggestion had attracted more questioning from Luke Schwarz. At least he, unlike so many of those aggravatingly irksome fools in the unwashed masses, seemed willing to actively better himself for more power rather than throw about pathetically empty declarations of intent, which was a slight notch in her estimations of him. What elaborate answers he expected from someone who used a fucking sword, she had no goddamned clue about, and why he expected her to give him hints at breakfast was even beyond her mental faculties. It was fortunate for Schwarz then, that she wasn't averse today to sparing some time on him with her non-zero familiarity with staff weapons. It wasn't like there was any other shit for her to do until they arrived, and she certainly wasn't going to fucking greet them after sweating out in a training session.

"[color=66cd00]I've made use of one before,[/color]" replied Gratia Mindaro impassively, her stoic words succinct and to-the-point. "[color=66cd00]My sister does so as well, when necessary.[/color]"

If one were to stretch the definition of what constituted a "polearm" or "staff", the weapon Galla at times called upon could technically fall within its realm. The fact that few people could use one was entirely irrelevant to her; as long as it could be swung around like a fucking staff, then no shit it counted as one. Otherwise, she would've wasted all that fucking time on reading and practicing the techniques in that cunt's shitstained books, but the skills fit well enough, so it was a fucking staff.

Whether Luke Schwarz would see it in that way was another question. Her onyx eyes, flatly focused upon the boy's face, refrained from flicking over towards his cowlick. Their frequent encounters with one another since transferring in had allowed her to conclude that he was prone to exaggerated reactions, which was very much assistive in her observations of his stupid ass hair. The emotions he displayed upon his malleable face could possibly be connected to the motions of the cowlick with little difficulty, which was fucking great for her hypothesis. The assumption that it was representative of his emotional state was still the one with the strongest amount of evidence backing it, and the accumulation of more for her data set would allow for solid confirmation of the strands' actions. It had to move for a fucking reason, and all her observations would allow her to prove it without any doubt.

And by refraining from elaborating specifically on what her sister's "staff" was exactly, she could induce 'surprise' in Luke Schwarz, possibly bringing about motion in those strands of hair. The Mistralese teenager had yet to properly test that emotion, but given that they were in a situation with few other variables that could interfere with her test, there was little better time than the present to do so. It would provide essential data, and if it was lacking, she could repeat the test in a better environment.