he truly shouldn't have, but linhardt raises his hand and waits until mozu calls on him. "the merchants were going to toss the pies away," linhardt comments, guiltless eyes a stark contrast against insensible words. "and a handful of them were on the verge of expiration. shouldn't the blame be more on the merchants supplying the war than those who participated? they could have easily given their stock to the community instead, but they favored their greed over hospitality.” [1/2]
a moment of silence, “cynthia and caspar should be the main ones punished, too. a lot of us were unwillingly pulled into the war, since they trapped the grounds back to the dorms. we had no choice but to defend ourselves.” [2/2]
She took one damn look at this kid and knew he would be miserable to deal with- he looked like Setsuna what with the tired eyes and bored voice, except he also looked smart in a calculated way like Nyx was, which was not a combination that seemed smart in any sense, but he was here. Then he spoke and she was certain her assessment had been right. Her glower darkens.
“So, yer argument is that they were gonna be trashed at some point. If that’s the case, why don’t’chu take ‘em ‘fore they trash ‘em an’ pass ‘em out to the less fortunate? An’ from what all I saw, y’all had way more pies than what all the merchants ‘round here whip on up.” She crosses her arms to stop the temptation of reaching for her damn hunting knife.
“A handful bein’ almost expired don’t mean nothin’- yall had a damn cart-full worth ‘a pies. Havin’ three pies outta one hundred be almost-bad don’t make it f-” Xander again seems to have perfectly timed a deafening sneeze to drown out the curse. “-in’ okay. An’ it ain’t the merchant’s fault neither- they didn’t decide to make a sugary mess ‘a the campus- hell, they prob’ly didn’t know y’all were gonna have a damn food fight like a bunch ‘a toddlers! They ain’t to blame, they’re prob’ly hard workin’ folks tryin’ to make due fer their fam’lies. Y’all, however-” She pulls out her hunting knife, driving it into the table in a spot that just so happened to have multiple stab marks- Shamir probably taught in here as well. The knife settles impressively deep in the wood. She almost growls.
“Y’all decided tah go on and participate! An’ you weren’t unwillin’ly pulled in- just cuz you got hit by one pie don’t mean you gotta suddenly go on a pie-rampage tah get revenge! Defendin’ yerself from a violent attack is different from ‘defendin’ yerself’ from gettin’ involved in a gods-damned disaster uv’a childish game! One is gods-damned optional, an’ y’all sure as hell weren’t coerced at knifepoint tah join in yer little play-war. An’ there’s more than one way tah get on over to the dorms, and two folks like them ain’t known fer tactical genius in settin’ up bottlenecks ‘r nothin’. None ‘a y’all were trapped, you just didn’t wanna go through the effort ‘a goin’ the long way ‘round!” She is clearly seething, and Xander gives a concerned glance, but says nothing.
“So no, y’all ain’t gonna get punished less just cuz’ you didn’t plan yer damn day ‘round the pie-war. An’ Cynthia an’ Caspar are gettin’ punished more- she has detention for 2 full months, an’ from what all I hear, Professor Seteth is workin’ out a suiting punishment fer Caspar in addition to attendin’ this here lecture. So yer damn argument has no legs tah stand on.” She straightens out her posture, pulling the knife from the desk and shoving it roughly into a sheath. “So, you got any more arguments ‘r are yah gonna sit back an’ listen tah how distribution ‘a food in small towns works?”
