~ A Little Birdy Once Told Me
Pleased at meeting her only friend within the new Killing Game, Faith proceeded to look around. The new scenario was much reminiscent of what she had been transposed from, but in a way unbeknownst to her exhumed something of a different aura. Though that wasn't to say it was unexplainable, for she had a good deal of training in examining, determining and identifying various energy signatures; it would merely take some time to set up.
All she could hope was that her Arch-nemesis, Davis, had taken the liberty to learn from his previous mistakes in setting up her room. What he had presented her prior to the transfer was a particularly pitiful effort, as though he had little to no knowledge on her true self. Faith might have thought it strange, but as she strolled along the corridor in the patients quarter, glancing briefly and intermittently at her handbook, towards her room, it was quite clear she didn't; rather, she considered it perfectly within sound judgement.
But as Faith swiped her handbook over the panel to her room, pulled down the handle and burst into the room, a grin lit her otherwise smirking face."For an Evil Warlock, Mr Davis, you're so kind oh my MOTHER!"
she exclaimed, darting into packed room, containing bookshelves and assorted shelf's of varying materials. Paper, chalk, purifying salts, a sharpened ritual dagger; not exactly the tools her trade, but beyond everything she could have ever hoped for.
What lead the man to alter her decision on her room style she couldn't tell. While Faith wasn't exactly the most powerful of Mage's in the field of Arcane, Druidic and Ancient "Offence"
Magic - with the term of offence used very lightly - she was still powerful enough to stand toe to toe with some of the greatest minds in the field.
But, alas, with such great materials, there was many a thing missing. Faith hated to be one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but the room did lack some components she would have greatly appreciated. First of all being a Philosophers Stone, but she could easily tell that such a thing wasn't going to be handed to her, even if Davis could have sourced one quite easily with his number of captives. No, what she would have desperately desired would have been a certain plant - the Lily of the Valley, primarily. It was a component in one of her most powerful mind alteration spells, used to generate feelings of love between two parties.
How she longed for some kind of Herbalist, if only to prove to Jez it was possible to have her fall in love~!
In her excitement, though, Faith had forgotten the most important thing of the new Game entirely. The one thing that made it bearable, enjoyable almost, and the thing she needed most of all. The people!
What kind of a Princess to the Throne of the Love God would she be without taking advantage of such a grand situation? The confinement had people's emotions running high, scared for their lives, what better a time would it be where her spells would be most effective? She poured her own lust and energy into her Tome, but what if she could take that energy from everyone present? She could match them to her hearts content, without worry about anyone's... "Asexualities getting in the way..!"
she coughed aloud, strolling from the room. And where, did she divine, that there would be the greatest congregation of people?
The dining room of course! Her legs picked up pace, practically skipping her way along the corridor towards the Resort, in correspondence with her E-Handbook. What kind of people would she meet?! If Jez was so happy around her, despite the circumstances, they must have been a wonderful bunch, the kind ripe to be shipped off into love at the earliest of conveniences! The thought accelerated her heart beat, driving her along the halls unto her newest of encounters!
One shower later and the reporter was back in action. She wanted to forego the shower, afraid to miss the juiciest information available. But what kind of lady would she be if she didn't at least clean herself after a proper workout. Beating cops fair and square was extremely hard work! Not to mention, her stench might've scared the scoops away! Now that would simply be unforgivable. Only victory was on the mind of Noel Hawthorne, and it was going to be a clean victory. To sate her endless need for information for another day her ultimate goal. again and again.
She has a good feeling about today, it followed her as she ascended the stairs. Today was simply made
for her to succeed. Victories never came alone, not if you knew where to find them. And if Noel was good at one thing, it would be finding things. But what kind of victory would be next? The juicy kind? The grim kind? Perhaps the kind of victory you'd rather not win? Nay, it was none of these. Because you see, she already saw victory as she arrived on the second floor! Conquest was hers! Wait, that wasn't right. But she won anyway."CELEBRITY SPOTTED"
Noel shrieked as she leapt over through the hallway, graceful as a feral cat. She landed in front of Faith with the widest grin imaginable. As if a wolf in front of a sheep. But no, she knew better. The woman in front of her was no sheep. She was the fiercest of predators. A dangerous creature, much like her. Noel's eyes shone with fierce light, the light of opportunity. "Faith matching-people-like-socks Lambert! What a pleasant surprise."
She said with glee. She very much expected faith to know her. Noel had covered quite a bit of her work, some of the more famous couplings. Regardless, she introduced herself. "Noel Hawthorne, infinite reporter of news both disastrous and lovey!"
In her excitement to reach her destination, the dining hall, as illustrated on her map, no doubt the primmest of locations for social interactions, Faith hadn't directly entertained the idea of being jumped in transit. She had, under false assumptions, believed no one would know her here; circles of Infinites tended to be closed and exclusive at the best of times.
But as she found herself skipping along, cheerily, basking in the tentative feeling of up and coming experiences, something twitched. She didn't know what, not for a second, but things didn't twitch for no reason. It twitched in her head, a premonition, she might have called it, despite having few connections nor experiences with precognition. Maybe it was the new scenario, or perhaps the stress of being displaced into another game that had triggered it, but she braced herself regardless.
And thusly, as she turned the corner into the Resort, she spied the only thing that could have created such a twitch, equally entering the Resort. The moment they locked eyes the other bounded towards her, a predator unleashed. But this wasn't her first time dealing with such predatory creatures, and in her defensive stance, prepared for the inquiries she knew were to happen...
...Faith grabbed the girl in an embrace, as though they were friends."Helloooooooooooooooooooooo Noel~!"
she exclaimed, recognising her hunter instinctively, hugging her for a few seconds, before releasing her and skipping backwards a short distance, "Who woulda thought you'd be here, huh~!? What are the chances? The stars have blessed this game, we could say, for me to meet so many I have heard of or met before!"
in the follow-up, she removed the tome from her outfit, along with a green felt tip, and flipped it open to a seemingly random page, "How about an interview, little miss reporter~?"
Noel hadn't expected such a warm reception, it rather made her giggle a little. "Good fortune comes to those who wait, even in a place like this."
She exclaimed.She eyed the matchmaker as she took out her book, curious as to its use. She smirked, taking out her notepad in response. "Who will be interviewing who, I reckon?"
She locked eyes with the matchmaker, she felt a certain spark. The spark one could only get when two people lusting for knowledge locked eyes. Of course, they had slightly different reasons for wanting to know. "It's not a reporter's place to be on the front page, you know?""Hmm, I wonder, I wonder~"
she giggled, placing her hands, book and pen behind her back, clasping them together in the process, "Is it good or bad fortune that I myself am to be interviewed by Noel Hawthorne, only the most respected and dangerous reporter, a harbinger of doom to the masses~?"
she flicked the lid off the pen, an audible click resonating strangely loudly as it hit the floor, and she swung her hands forward again, this time actually writing something in within the pages of the ornately decorated Tome, "But I guess either way I get to learn a little bit more about you, riiiight~?"
She gasped in faked shock. "You'd imply I could be bad fortune? How utterly cruel."
She pursed her lips. "The masses love me, I'll let you know. At least I think they do. Who else would they wanted to be spoon-fed your latest couplings by? Even if some of your couplings are more interesting to see their inevitable demise."
She snickered, throwing back some attitude. "Depends entirely on what you're asking, honey. I'm pretty sure I'm fated to marry my camera."
She dismissed the topic. "Of course, you have every bit of information I want... or at least will have. Tell me, oh great maiden of love. Who oh who are to be bound by the shackles of fate?"
Well that was on a completely different level. Faith could feel the pout form in reponse, and she quickly took to pointing the tip of the pen towards her opponent."Now lookie here Miss Noel, none of my pairings dies! Love doesn't die! I mean, the people might die, buuuut..."
she trailed off, sort of looking into space, before abruptly, "-that's not to say my pairings fail! I'll have you know my power is absolute! Being the Daughter of a God does that - I thought you did your research on me~?"
As quickly as the seeming frustration had formed it dissipated, forming altogether back into her characteristic childish, playful behaviour."But if you really wanna know who I've divined to be matched~?"
she paused for a couple second for added effect, then winked at her, "You'll have to keep watching and find out~! The Gods don't give unfair knowledge to those who haven't earned it~"
In response, she darted forward, so the two were just a short distance away, "But'ya know, having such a talented information gatherer and broker doing favours for me could help... sway my mother into giving you some sneak peaks, if you're interested~"
Oh, the matchmaker had devised many good pairing in the past, but she knew of several that had hit a rough patch. They hadn't necessarily broken up, but she considered it a matter of time. But that was perhaps a story for another time. She didn't look amused being denied the information she so desperately wanted. But it didn't take long for that grin to reform. "Now you are speaking my language. A fair exchange. And I don't have to expose your mother's dirty laundry in the process! Yes, an excellent deal."
She teased. "So is there anything specific you're interested in?"
Faith paused for a second, looking at the door she assumed would lead to the Dining Hall. Her eyes betrayed a kind of curiousity to it, but quickly she snapped back to the conversation, flipping a couple of pages forwards into her notebook."Weeeeeeell, there is somebody who I could use a bit more info on~"
she finger ran across the page, as though reading from something, and at the edge of the page she smiled, "There are a lot of things, actually~! I wanna know about this Game, the crimes, the victims; standard stuff for a new face. Buuuuut, specifically, I wanna know all about Jezebel~!"
Noel's eyes glimmered. "Well, those are easy enough. Most definitely."
She wondered why jezebel specifically. But that was a matter she'd ask later.
She gave a quick, but accurate detailing of the past week, but then moved to the meat of the story. "Jezebel. Jezebel. Yes, well the last case was unravelling her predecessor. The former infinite trickster, that was something."
She snickered. "She went rather... far in her defense of one of the suspects, nearly made poor Krista cry, I tell you."
She paused for a few seconds, letting Faith wallow in the anticipation for a bit. "If you find him, go have a chat with the infinite archer. Blond, kinda weird, looks like an elf. Jezebel totally has hots for him. They're together all the time."
Those words were all Faith needed to here before the glint in her own eye matched that of Noel's. Her fingers flipped through the pages of the book, settling on one in particular, and began to write down everything her fellow said regarding the Game. She noted certain things, such as needing to fight a Carnage Sister to advance to the next floor; a staple, she assumed, belonging only to their Game in particular.
Then, as Noel began on Jezebel, she flipped through another set of pages, scanning down each one as she spoke, until she finished."The Infinite Archer... Zachary Ackerson~?"
she took a second to read what was written, thanks to Monokuma's introduction "So you think Jez likes him~? I'll have to find him at some point, it's definitely something worth following. I have a good feeling about this pairing; I think my mother might approve~!"
Faith was about to continue, and indeed she might have done, but remembering their bargain she quickly scanned the page once again."As for your payment..."
she began, tracing over each word slowly and adding small notes as she went, "I suppose I can let you know that Jez and me are friends from one of the other games, so I have a particular interest in matching her with someone~! I think she dared me to? Hey, hey, is he cute?"
Noel had to think a little on that question. "Guess he's okay. Kinda feminine, not the brightest tool in the shed, needed to be defended by Jezebel last trial because he barely had the balls to speak up. But I guess he looks okay."
Noel said bluntly. "I guess he's kinda harmless. You know, not a bad guy."
She shrugged. She smiled at Faith. "I trust you'll keep me updated. I think there's some cute couples possible here... All them hormonal youngsters, flirting even in a deathtrap."
She moved closer, and whispered in Faith's ear. "Of course, that includes your own prince charming... or princess, I ain't judging."
Only somewhat good looking? Particularly submissive? Only one of those things could be true for someone Jez liked; she had always sensed the clown had a bit of a dominant streak behind her. "Hmm~"
she watched Noel closely as she spoke, almost creepily if it didn't look so innocent, "Of course I'll keep you updated~! I'd never break a promise!"
she exclaimed, beaming a smile that betrayed some hidden idea, that not all information was on the table.
But as Noel herself got closer, the grin sunk into something of a smirk. Faith had everything she wanted out of the conversation."Don't forget, though~"
she whispered back, intentionally closing the already minuscule distance between them, "That you're on my radar as well~"
and just as quickly as she moved in, she danced behind her, skipping off down the corridor ever so slightly, "And you've been in enough war-zones to know they do their best not to miss a target~! See you around, little birdy; you'll be of great help to me~"
Noel let her pass her without as much as a movement. She put a finger on her lips and smiled. "You can try, I suppose."
She responded. She said as she saw the distance increase. "And I've been in enough war-zones to know how not to get hit. I wish you good luck, you'll need it. Either way, I imagine this alliance will be of great benefit to us both."
She waved. "You have fun now!"