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Depends on where things take them after meeting, Maokai and Xanthe will enjoy their time together in the streets of Vale

Xanthe walked to the park with a small bag of bread and a permit that the grounds keeper had assured him was necessary in order to fish in the pond. She had been the previous week to inquire about it, from past experience she had learned that things rarely worked as they should in the city and it was better to ask, than do. Well, in most cases. Some things were just easier if you did first, this certainly was one of them, but hindsight was twenty twenty and now the gardener would know if she was doing it illegally. She approached the pond and took out a slice of bread, it wasn't fresh, just going hard which was perfect for what she needed. She crushed it up in the bag and hurled the crumbs onto the surface. Then she waited, eyes fixed on the water, several ducks swarmed the area but quickly lost interest. The crumbs were too small or perhaps too old for them and they swam off towards an old man who had just arrived. There! She saw it, a splash small but definite. She went back to watching, not prepared to get her feet wet for... Her thoughts were interrupted as a she saw her prey slip out of the water, fat from bread and algae, it was about a foot long maybe more, it raised it's tail and swam away. It was on.

Xanthe set to work slipping off her socks and shoes, she wasn't prepared to walk about in wet socks all day. That done she moved closer to the waters edge and eyed the water, she moved to grab her spear and waiting for the last of the crumbs to sink. The plan was to get it when it fed on that. She breathed the air and tasted it, slipping into focus. When suddenly someone was at her side and speaking. She blinked a few times, snapping herself out of it and turned to the speaker. "I... What?" She looked at him for a moment, probably a little harder than she normally looked at people, but that could hardly be helped. "Xanthe." She offered, then took a deep breath and decided that the matter at hand needed more attention than a fish in a pond. "It's nice to meet you too." She looked around to see if this was some sort of wind up. "I was going to hunt." She admitted, it was a far cry from a real hunt but damned if she was going to call it fishing. "No... I wanted to hit something this side of the park." She laughed at her inability. "What can I do you for? That is... What do you want?" She kept it light hearted but was curious why he had sought her out.

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Xanthe put the spear back on her back and rolled her shoulders. He seemed to be going through the motions of answering himself and she wondered if she should interject at some point. It was probably for the best that she was hunting fish and not seals, there was an unspoken rule that questions were to be kept at a minimum during the event. She had once spent a hunt inside a sack at the edge of the beach because she hadn't been able to read the mood in that regard. She didn't want to sound condescending by answering with the obvious so instead opted to just agreeing with him. "You can do a lot with fish." She nodded, it was true. Her village had subsisted on fish, shellfish and other things that were neither one, nor the other, but came from the sea. "Oh, huh..." It wasn't that she was deeply suspicious of others, the opposite, it was more that in her time in the city and even before that, nobody had ever spoken to her because they felt like it. She reasoned it must happen, because it was happening now. "Well I don't mind, but you seem a little under prepared." She grinned at him, then shook her head. "Your at beacon? What classes have you done?" Instead of forcing him into the pond she instead wanted to know if they had anything in common. Seemed like a better place to start.


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Xanthe nodded, unconvinced. "Is that so?" She inquired. "And how are you going to catch it? Or get there? I mean, no offense but I don't see you as the type to be able to walk through water without splashing up a storm." Honesty wasn't, as some people insisted, always the best policy. Xanthe didn't mean anything bad by her statement, it was just the the truth a** she saw it. "By all means, prove me wrong." She motioned towards the pond as she contemplated who Rachel might be, most of the staff insisted on being called professor as a rule and she hadn't met any that had insisted on just the first name. "What happened?" She asked, unsure as to whether the woman was scary or the class, perhaps she was some sort of hydra faunus and had three heads, Rachel just being the middle one and the others just screamed relentlessly. That would be pretty scary. She didn't share this image as it probably said more about her than was warranted. "Oh, I did the grimm class, they took our weapons off us then released like a hundred bat things... Not sure how they kept them all in the courtyard, but they did, and then we had to run to the other side and not get our ears torn off." It had been a pretty cool day all in all. "As you can tell, success." She gestured towards both ears and how they were still intact. "I guess it was a lesson in not letting people take your weapons before something called 'Grimm class'... Or something." She was joking of course.


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Xanthe slapped him on the back when he admitted that he couldn't prove her wrong, on reflection is had been a little harsh to suggest it. She wouldn't have minded if he had given it a go either, but what should couldn't stand was idle boasts, it just rubbed her up the wrong way. "Ah, don't worry about it, the permit is for a week. Besides that old guy has started feeding the ducks, it'll throw things off." She grinned at him, then reached down to pick up her shoes. As she saw it there wasn't a good enough argument to put her shoes or socks back on yet. "So say you picked the red one... Fire?" She had read a pamphlet on dust which had been provided by the academy, it seemed useful in the same way firearms seemed useful, unconvincingly but she was prepared to be proven wrong. "And then she makes an ice arena for you to duke it out in?" In her mind's eye it made for a cool arena. "She stunk? I mean she is the combat teacher." She paused, to consider his words, now working off a misunderstanding. "Are they also into fitness?" She was inclined to think that wasn't what he had meant. "Hey, we're not all bad." She had far too many teeth in her mouth to hide what she was and had seen the same in him. Though perhaps he was just something similar and Rachel was a shark, it wasn't fair to just assume. "The real things are something else though." She motioned her head for him to look and then turned so he could see the bite mark on her leg, then turned back and winked, it was gone and not to be stared at. "So what is your weapon?" It was a bid to even the playing field since he knew what she used.


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Xanthe nodded along as she enjoyed the image of fighting in a field of floating ice. A three dimensional arena where any which way could have been up, she pictured massive floating icebergs linked by ice sheets, torrents of water flowed around moving the arena around. Her imagination probably didn't match reality, but to have fought in that must have been something. "Sounds amazing." She conceded, before sighing it away. "Oh. Like a stillness? Like your a little fish in the wrong pond and before you sits a monster, hungry and waiting." She'd known times like that, right before things went bad, the quiet gnawing that said this was it, fight or flight. "Ah." She said, connecting some dots that might not have been there and nodding to him. "Fear." She concluded. "Nothing wrong with that, it's healthy to know when your out of your depth." She knew that, could relate to it, but clearly he had a problem with sharks in particular. Nothing to be done. "I feel like I'm in the minority now, nobody from back home ate people... Except for that one time, purely accidental." She felt she owed him an explanation since he'd clearly met the worst sharks before now, and didn't want him to think her some sort of maniac. "It was Beltain, feasting time, one of the hunters brought a stew he'd made himself while steaming, he'd only gone and chopped off his finger at some point and not noticed. I know what you thinking, how can you chop off a finger and not notice or bleed out?" She gave an enthusiastic shrug. "Someone ate it, wasn't in his kitchen when we looked the next day." She saw his scar and nodded, fairs fair she thought. "Do you? You have to sell them to me. You could say you use a cocktail umbrella and as long as you were confident enough and prepared to follow, I'd buy it." She laughed at the notion.

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Xanthe nodded, she sympathized, there was a scar in her deep down that couldn't heal that fear and hate seeped from, she knew it and when she closed her eyes and focused she could almost feel it weighing down her soul. She didn't want to dwell on it, not here and now, that wasn't the point, she felt her spear on her back and let the dread pass, before it came flooding back as he asked about her village. He couldn't have known so she couldn't hold it against him. "There was." She answered, and gave a sad smile. She rarely spoke of going home, with reason, her heart couldn't bear the idea of it. "There aren't many of us left, less than a handful made it to Vale. I could introduce you to them... I suppose." She didn't like the idea, nobody was really the same now, she had joined the academy to try and stop hurting but nothing really worked, it was just a distraction. She hadn't meant to bring down the conversation and took a moment to compose herself. "There weren't just sharks though, just we were the majority. But he was really out of it for a few days after that." Her tone had changed and it was back to fond memories over harrowing reality. "It's your weapon, you chose them over something else. Surely someone said you can use something else if you don't like them. Sell them, tell me what makes them better than my spear. Well, not my spear, the blade is over twenty years old, sharp enough to puncture thick seal hide and rip flesh on the way out." She demonstrated with a hand gesture that left itself open to misinterpretation by onlookers. "Nice, mine, get this, make me really heavy." She raised her eyebrows. "And then... I struggle to move for a bit until it wears off." She nodded to herself, fully aware of how stupid she was making it sound. "I mean yours sounds good, but I can tell your irrationally jealous over mine. Only natural." She laughed to herself, unable to keep up the facade. "You want to get something to eat?" Since fishing was off the table, it only made sense to go and eat instead.

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Xanthe shook her head. "I'm here, I represent the village, we don't eat people. One day we'll take it back and then, I'll show you round." A part of her really believed it, and another part really didn't. But that was her burden and she no longer wished to dwell on it. She listened as he sold her his cards, she wasn't convinced they were for her even in the have a bash with, in a fun kind of way. They sounded like they required considerably more accuracy than she was capable of summoning. "So you just flick them." She looked at her fingers as she worked out the motion, there wasn't that many ways to throw cards and after experimenting with her thumb and forefinger for a second settled on her fore and middle fingers. She hadn't seen anyone throw cards before but it seemed the most natural, or at least, the least awkward. "Like that? And you can hit things? Sweet." Which is what she found the most impressive about it, betraying her lack of skill. She nodded when he said he couldn't control it and made a mental note to herself. "Not any blood? I was thinking of going to the food vans near the market and their always gutting things down there." They could always go the long way, she supposed. "There's a van like that, I think." They rotated and it was really just a mixed bag of what you might get, there was a fish van that parked there so maybe he would get lucky. "Let me just get these on." She dropped her shoes, sat down on the grass and started putting them on, without caring much for how dirty her skirt might get. "They put you in a team yet?" She asked without looking up.

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