Suramis and Di Primas at the Sports Fair [Farrah & Angel]

"A weapon called Triple P? That sounds fancy! Why don't you have a weapon, Farrah?" the sister asked, pressing one finger to her lip with a thoughtful frown.

"Ho ho, observant child! There's an idea that's truly wild! But sadly I am not a warrior, you know? One who would swing a sword or fire a bow! Think of me as the gentle bard, whose song spurs the others forward~" the elder sister sang back cheerfully, sounding perhaps a little confused about how her role as a hero was likely to play out over time. "Now run along, we will see Triple P soon! But there is plenty else to see that will make us swoon!"

The truth is, she nor Julie really wanted the younger kids hanging around as the aired out the debate that was building in their heads. Farrah was usually talkative, but especially with Angel right there, literally being supported by her, it was hard to address the elephant in the room. Julie took the lead, or so it seemed, but the other ladies were much more direct to her mother's concern.

If Julie was relieved by their direct address of her concerns, her face didn't show it; her smile remained but her eyes still looked stormy. "I appreciate that you've gone straight to the point. My daughter tends to act very impulsively... I'm sure your daughter is a wonderful person, but you must know that Farrah is-"

"Excuse me, mother, but let's listen all the way! There are many important factors left to say," the daughter piped up, then eagerly nodded at Angel's guardians.

Julie did listen, lowering her eyes with the requisite "I'm so sorry," as the family recounted their and Angel's hardships under the ex-husband, who sounded quite a few shades worse even than the one she had. "It sounds like a tremendous hardship. If Farrah is helping Angel recover, that can only be perceived as good, of course," she nodded; Farrah's face brightened at her mother's concession. Julie watched the two daughters sympathetically, having more to say, but she figured she had better wait until Angel finished her explanation.

Farrah watched with interest, but her expression at the end was perhaps not what anyone expected; her eyebrows remained piqued, while the smile remained on her face. "My friend, I think we can look at this another way! How blessed that you can still hear what I say! In this age, we are truly blessed, that technology helps you weather this test. I wouldn't love you less even if I had to talk to myself! But with those hearing aids we can all share the wealth! Of song and poetry; so what is to mourn? For something like that, I would not shun or scorn!" she encouraged Angel, placing her hands upon her girlfriend's shoulders.

All of this was fine with Julie, who gave a more genuine smile now. It was brave of Angel to share that with Farrah, and her daughter, while perhaps a little tonedeaf as to why the condition had been such a problem for Angel, at the very least could be counted on to accept it unconditionally. "No, of course not. I don't doubt Angel's seriousness in the least," Julie reassured the others. Farrah returned a large smile, but her face fell a bit as her mother continued.

The conflicted look on the mother's face made it seem as though she was struggling with whether or not to reveal a secret of her own, one that Farrah was either not forthcoming with or else unaware of. "Again... I trust Angel's feelings are genuine. What you have to understand is that my daughter is... what she has could not properly be called Attention Deficit Disorder, but it is something similar. She is perfectly aware and capable but- and we are still working on treating this- she has a very, very hard time remaining focused. And shouldering responsibility. Even maintaining her own studies is difficult for her, not just her personal relationships."

She gestured to Angel again. "It is very good for your daughter to have friends, and for Farrah, but as much as I hate to say it, if you are looking for Farrah to heal your daughter, or to protect her, or to be someone that can be depended on... that's a work in progress, in my opinion," she finished. An example to fit her concern was on the tip of her tongue, but it was too cruel to voice.

"Mama, I get you, I really do! But what you have stated just isn't true! In Angel I have found a special friend, one on whom I can certainly co-depend! If I must change in order to help, then I gladly reinvent myself!" she announced, pressing one hand to her chest dramatically.

"Farrah, do you remember your cat, back in America? We had to leave him with relatives when we came here," Julie asked, lowering her eyebrows. "That cat was yours to take care of. But as I recall, your little sisters were the ones who ended up feeding it. I was the one who ended up cleaning up after it. You were happy to play with Joe, but when the time came to care for him, you were too distracted. Now obviously, Angel is not a pet. You have never had a serious relationship before, so I have no frame of reference. But Angel needs someone who will support her... can I trust you to do that, when you won't even study like you need to or feed Joe properly?" the mother pressed, looking increasingly cross with her daughter.

"Yes! I'm a hero now; you shouldn't fret! You'll see me surpass limits I haven't yet! I can learn to study and take care of my gal too! There is so much more I'm planning to do!" Farrah nodded along eagerly, clenching her fists at her chest.

"And do you think you can study and perform to your teacher's expectations while you make time for Angel?" Julie asked seriously. "Not to overstep my bounds, but do you three feel certain that Angel can also focus, given this one's tendency to drag those that should be studying into impromptu poetry slams? If we all agree that we are going to try our hardest to keep things balanced, then I suppose I'll concede and let them try to give it a shot. But I want you to be fully aware how difficult it may turn out to be. My daughter is... flighty. For now."

"I can promise you I will! I'm flighty no more! The only flight I'm interested in now is what Angel has in store!" Farrah proclaimed, raising her palms upward. She paused, then knelt on one knee, holding up one hand theatrically for Angel to accept. "Now I ask, on bended knee, if you are willing to be put to the test with me?" the daughter asked, as her mother wondered to herself whether it would kill Farrah to take this more seriously and stop rhyming and stage-acting for a moment.

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"Aha! Of course! That's probably true! If she is also deaf, she can relate to you!" Angel nodded, thinking that made perfect sense. Julie wondered to herself if it really made sense for the school to pair two deaf students together instead of putting one that can hear in the room so that they could react accordingly, but she kept that thought to herself. It had probably actually only been a bizarre turn of circumstance that had made the pair.

To Julie's surprise, it turned out Angel was already pretty cognizant of Farrah's shortcomings, as far as academics went, anyway. Moreover, it was clear that her daughter had met someone just as prone to experience passion and love easily as she was, for better or worse. She didn't think she would be able to talk sense into Farrah; it'd be even harder if she had to tall to Angel too... but then again, it was pretty impressive to find someone who could match Farrah's tempo. She had surely seen people tire of Farrah's antics and avoid her enough throughout her life, so the opposite was a welcome change, if perhaps a swing of the pendelum too far in the opposite direction.

The mother tried to match Angel's smile and erase the concerns she had voiced earlier, nodding slightly in a gesture of approval. She was getting the strong sense that stepping between the two would be a wicked thing to do, on par with that of some storybook villain, and perhaps every bit as misguided as the schemes of villains from those stories. Part of her still wondered if Angel realized what she was in for... but it Angel wanted to face that madness, Julie might as well allow the girl to take a shot.

As the girls were called back over, the younger one was repeating the word "roomba" over and over again, liking the way it sounded. "Yeah! I wanna see Triple P. I was telling Farrah earlier she should get somebody to make her a sword! But now I want her to have a roomba instead," Sara piped up, trying to put the idea of a battle roomba into her sister's head.

"Why doesn't Farrah get a gun? Aren't guns the best weapons?" Diana asked pragmatically.

"N-Now Diana, while a gun is perfectly practical, a hero who shoots people is a little fanatical! Weapons like Angel's Triple P are much better for heroes, probably! Angel, please tell us! I'm excited, hella! To learn what's up with that groovy umbrella!" Farrah changed the subject, preferring not to have to think about carrying a weapon for her hero work and instead just focusing on Angel's.

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The youngest Di Prima giggled along with Angel's enthusiasm. "A Roomba! A Roomba!" Sara cheered along, spinning in imitation of a dance that Farrah might do when she was pleased.

Julie lowered her eyebrows, smiling sympathetically from the background. "The dorms here aren't really large enough for a Roomba, are they? Who put this idea into the heads of you children?" she asked with amusement in her voice.

For her part, Farrah was already trying to figure out what Angel's Triple P could be used for. Could it have a gun or a blade hidden inside? Perhaps Angel used it to float through the sky like Mary Poppins? Would a person with wings need something like that?

As it turned out... no, they wouldn't. One of her guesses had been on point but the rest was a wash. Something about seeing Angel use a rapier still made her gulp... Truth be told, hero business was dangerous work, and a real weapon or a weaponized quirk was a great boon for a hero. After all, three of the four class groups here in UA were designated for combat readiness. When Farrah thought of heroes, she thought of rescue and apprehending criminals. Even here at the Sports Festival, however, there was a large combat tournament taking place between the schools. She had seen it during Geist's rescue course too... fighting was unavoidable for heroes going against opponents with the conviction to oppose heroes.

Angel was aware that heroes can't swing blades with intent to kill; she informed the younger sisters as much. That said, Sara and Diana weren't thinking about that at all. The two of them were just captivated by the cool and toyetic weapon Angel carried. "That's so cool! It's super useful!" Sara cheered.

"Anyone could be a hero with one of those!" Diana pointed out.

"Not so fast, little ones! There is a reason criminals eschew these in favor of guns. Fencing takes a lot of practice! Luckily for us, Angel has it!" she informed the others in a catchy rhyme. "Don't you think it takes diligence, to use a classy weapon like this? We should all strive to follow Angel's example and make sure our daily training is ample."

"I agree with that sentiment, if you're applying this to studying as well," Julie chuckled darkly, placing one hand on Angel's shoulder and causing her daughter to jump with fright.

Farrah wished she could stick out her chest and come up with another prideful rhyme at Angel's praise... but she had only learned invention was a common task for support studies students upon entering the school. She was barely industrious enough to bake, let alone build. She had always considered that her role as a supporter would be oriented towards morale, if there was such a role. In hindsight, perhaps she hadn't given it a lot of thought in general.

Additionally, her Hollywood blood boiled slightly hot at the thought of being a stagehand instead of an actor... only because she loved the stage. But if she was a singing, dancing stagehand who brought joy to the hearts of all, then surely she could be as great as any actor? It was certainly something to think about.

While Farrah was thus preoccupied, Angel was thinking of new ideas to help Farrah use her power more effectively. The elder Di Prima sister blinked a few times, adjusted her shades, then smiled to match Angel's. "Those ideas you've come up with shine with your intelligence! And a certain heroic sense of elegance. When it comes to the weakness of my range, you are correct. When I use close range bubbles, I find myself wrecked! Knowing the sound of my own voice it should be possible to deafen it by choice. Such a device could be simple, cutting off sound, when I know such a detonation is inbound!" And just like that, the two had plotted out a support item together.

Julie was certainly thinking twice at her thought that Angel and Farrah would distract each other. Angel could be just the person to focus Farrah on her hero work. Julie just hoped that Angel was ready when the time came when the winged girl had a really good idea and all Farrah wanted to do was play bongos...

"I'll have to find that boy Yojin! I hear he's an inventor! He can make it for me or perhaps mentor, so that I can learn to invent for myself! My handy works will line every shelf!" Farrah chuckled, striking a pose and with her head tilted and one fist on her hip.

Julie was still finding it hard to imagine her daughter suddenly becoming a blacksmith or an inventor... but she had never imagined Farrah becoming a hero earlier, either. Maybe it could happen, down the line.

"So, what is next, in your self improvement regimen? Improving an already impressive specimen?" Farrah addressed Angel, with barely hidden flirtatiousness.

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WC 826

Farrah di Prima 54 exp

Angel Surami 64 exp