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[I]Finally, some time to myself![/I]

The news of a weekend off was nothing but good news to Fiore, and immediately after arriving at the Academy, she rushed to her dorm room, intending to take a nice, long nap to rest her aching muscles. The mission sure did a number on her--even with her psychic powers, her body is still frail and Fiore is very, very glad to finally collapse into her bed after a long day. This is how Fiore spends most of her day; it is only after hours of [I]serious[/I] rest and relaxation that she feels strong enough to get up and do something else.

So, after a short shower to clear her head and a snack of hummus and carrot sticks, Fiore embarks on the most surefire way of having fun that she knows: shopping. 

Although brought up in a environment where fitting clothes were the exception, not the rule, Fiore has recently gotten more interested in the world of fashion, using her part-time job savings to purchase a few pieces of clothing she particularly likes. It is difficult, though, to find things in her size. (She mostly shops in the kids section--nobody gives her any looks, she could be a twelve-year-old for all they know.) But the New Aeon Mall has more than enough styles that cater to Fiore's taste, although in a slightly higher price; it's okay, she mostly just browses anyway. 

Wandering around the mall, purse in hand as she window-shops, Fiore hears a commotion on the second floor. Curious, she joins the crowd surrounding the stage where two behemoths fight, exchanging blows in a flurry of high-tech holographics! While Fiore wishes she could say she was over stage-plays, her inner child takes over and she joins in on the chanting, a smile on her face as she watches the two actors fight. It almost reminds her of the mission, and how Tian-Gui smashed through all those trees! That was so cool!!

The show ends in a explosion of colors and Fiore, as well as the other children, raise a cacophony of applause and cheers in response. Looking around, she realizes she really does look like just another kid, and the smile slides off her face. This is no good. She even styled her outfit and hair to look more grown-up, and now she's just--

[color=2E8B57]"Excuse me, are you lost?"[/color]

Fiore jumps, turning around to look (up) at the concerned face of a twenty-something man, two young kids following obediently behind him. She flushes, shaking her head in a panic.

[color=f00055]"A-ah, no, I'm not! I just look young."[/color] An awkward laugh escapes her. Hopefully he doesn't think she's lying, like that one grandma who even took her to the front desk. That was humiliating. No, wait! She has her school ID, she can prove this! [color=f00055]"I, um, I'm a student at the 2nd Tactical Arts Academy..."[/color]