[The swarm of bees buzzes around young Fu, hundreds upon hundreds of compound eyes all trained on the girl as they circle around her. This girl is young, small and already half-blind - in other words, Fu isn't exactly the sort of being she would have chosen as a protector. But, Gavotte supposes, God works in mysterious ways - she'll figure out what this girl's worth is soon enough.
In the meantime, though, she's here to train this girl.]
Not much to look at, are you? [Her voice is an amalgam of all of those wings, somehow beating together harmoniously.] Tell me, child, how many times have you pushed that power of yours to its limits?
[Fu likes to think she's pretty good at rolling with the punches: she's kept the secret of the Hero Club all by herself, she took up the mantle of head of household for Itsuki's sake even while she grieved, she's quickly finding ways to work around her lost vision and Itsuki's lost voice—
But the Shinju-sama sent her a cloud of fucking bees.
Wide and uncertain, Fu's functional eye's focus keeps darting back and forth between bees from the goddamn swarm doing something vaguely resembling talking to her—"talking" seems generous but communication is absolutely happening here, whether she likes it or not. Right now, she isn't transformed, so of course she isn't much to look at, but she forces an uneasy sort of scoff at the comment anyway.]
That's a weird thing to hear from a bunch of bugs. [don't sass the bees, Fu... The idea of striking a pose and answering the question with her usual dramatics occurs to her, and the thing that stops her isn't entirely the seriousness of the situation but instead the concern of making sudden movements while surrounded by bees.] Don't think I give this anything less than my all.
A bunch of bugs that has been working for our... employer, shall we say, for a great deal longer than you have.
[Despite her chastising words, the tone her buzzing takes is somehow almost playful? The fact that this girl has some backbone is as amusing as it is promising - it'd be a pity if she were assigned to some shrinking violet of a child.]
You may call me Gavotte, child. And my concern isn't whether or not you've been working hard enough. Your current condition tells me enough of that - rather, I'm concerned about whether you've been working smart enough.
And so I must ask again: How many times have you push your abilities to their very limits?
Then it's Fu Inubozaki instead of "child." [But she bows politely when she says it, though it's largely out of habit; it's only once she's carrying the motion through that it occurs to her how weird it is to be bowing at bees. She's never going to get used to this.
At least she answers the question with as much seriousness as it's been asked with, though.]
Say hello to Gavotte-sempai
In the meantime, though, she's here to train this girl.]
Not much to look at, are you? [Her voice is an amalgam of all of those wings, somehow beating together harmoniously.] Tell me, child, how many times have you pushed that power of yours to its limits?
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But the Shinju-sama sent her a cloud of fucking bees.
Wide and uncertain, Fu's functional eye's focus keeps darting back and forth between bees from the goddamn swarm doing something vaguely resembling talking to her—"talking" seems generous but communication is absolutely happening here, whether she likes it or not. Right now, she isn't transformed, so of course she isn't much to look at, but she forces an uneasy sort of scoff at the comment anyway.]
That's a weird thing to hear from a bunch of bugs. [don't sass the bees, Fu... The idea of striking a pose and answering the question with her usual dramatics occurs to her, and the thing that stops her isn't entirely the seriousness of the situation but instead the concern of making sudden movements while surrounded by bees.] Don't think I give this anything less than my all.
no subject
[Despite her chastising words, the tone her buzzing takes is somehow almost playful? The fact that this girl has some backbone is as amusing as it is promising - it'd be a pity if she were assigned to some shrinking violet of a child.]
You may call me Gavotte, child. And my concern isn't whether or not you've been working hard enough. Your current condition tells me enough of that - rather, I'm concerned about whether you've been working smart enough.
And so I must ask again: How many times have you push your abilities to their very limits?
no subject
At least she answers the question with as much seriousness as it's been asked with, though.]
I've filled my Mankai gauge once.