the justice cabal wants YOU!
Cynthia has been watching Tormod for a while.
Not in a creepy, sinister, or stalker way, of course. He’s hard to miss. He’s loud, and talkative, and perhaps a bit of a braggart. It’s an energy that Cynthia can get behind. That isn’t the only thing that catches her attention, though he’s hard not to pay attention to.
He talks a lot about home. The weird part is that she understands him, in a sense. She doesn’t know what a lahgooz is, or whatever else he’s talking about, but she gets what he’s saying. He fought too young in a war he shouldn’t have had to fight. She gets that. And she likes his energy. Really, there’s only one thing to do.
“Tormod!” she shouts right as class ends. “Hey, we gotta talk.”
She leads the way out of the classroom, leading him somewhere quiet. It might not be a big secret but, eh, this is a much cooler way of doing things. There’s an air of mystery to it, rather than yelling at him directly.
“So. I wanted to talk to you, because I think you’re great.” She stops for a second, and realises exactly how this must look. “Not in any way beyond, you know, potential-friend-to-potential-friend! No, scratch that, friend-to-friend.” They’ve exchanged exactly no words so far, but that doesn’t matter; she’s had friendships with people who downright despite her before.
“Have you ever thought about joining the fight for justice?”
@arcelerity
"Huh? What's up?" Cynthia's that girl's name, right? She's one of few people in class who rivals Tormod in talking, but somehow they hadn't ended up having a proper chat. Really, he's been meaning to connect with her, so this is perfect.
Ooooh, and she’s got something to say that necessitates a new setting. Now he’s definitely intrigued.
“Woah! Well you know what, right back atcha!” Cynthia’s pretty forward, huh? She’s speeding through all the stuff Tormod would say! Wait, she’s even beat him to the friendship punch? Damn, his instincts really were on the money. “There’s no going back now, our friendship is forged!”
And then she says something so perfect that he guffaws, then backs up a little to make sure she knows he’s taking it seriously. He’s heard some of the things she’s said in class—they’re the same, in a lot of different ways.
“Thought about it? I’ve been in it since I could walk!” It’s banter for banter’s sake, this is clearly some kind of proposition, but the back and forth is fun. Still, he stands straight, a grin on his face and his arms folded in conviction. “So, friend. What’s the scoop?”










