ARGH. YOU GOT DELETED YOU SON OF A...CAT. ...WITH A BACKSCRATCHER. DOWN IT'S THROAT. SLICKED IN OIL. THAT GOT RUN OVER BY A TRAIN. THAT WAS FULL OF BRICKS. ON FIRE...AND YOU MADE IT RUN OFF THE TRACKS INTO A SWEAGE PLANT. NOW EVERYTHING WENT BOOM! GREAT JOB BREAKING IT HERO!
Ahhh~. That's better. Honestly, after I said cat, I stopped being mad and started to laugh. But I had to finish the thought. I said it aloud for better effect. Don't follow my example. XD. All throughout these past few days I've been thinking and coding. Yes, coding. I do it for fun, to keep the skill, since you never know when you'll need to make a program~. I think my best language is VB...though C#...is kinda similar... C++ (Almost the same thing but visual-less) is boring...and no I don't mean using the visual elements and calling that coding. I said code, so I mean code.
Public Class frmQuillSet
Dim LemonGrass As String
Dim Stains As String
Dim Chapter As Integer
Private Sub frmQuillSet_Load (... ) Handles
Lemongrass = "L"
Stains = "S"
Chapter = 14
MsgBox(Lemongrass & Stains & "RA Chapter: " & Chapter & " Deserts.", , "New Chapter Up!")
If
Then
End If
End Sub
End Class
If you know VB, then go ahead and copy paste that. It works. ...least it should...*checks*...yeeep. It works.
ACTUALLY No it does not. Since Fanfiction does not allow me to post it. Huh.
Does this mean they have something against code or does it mean that they work in VB? Could me typing in VB actually hijack that chapter instance webpage? That would have been kinda funny...Looks at new chapter, a text box pops up...lol.
Course I could have been simple and did it without all the vars and what not but hey. I wanted to. XD. (For those of you who saw that as gibberish, I essentially made a pop-up window that says the chapter number and name.)
~C. F. Winchester.
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I knew it would happen, but it's kinda saddening to see this stories thunder stolen so easily. It was second place...now it's fourth.
I was so happy. I saw a new Recettear story come out. But then I looked at the description. The author had found it. Whether or not they found it somewhere else or it means they found it on their own computer I don't know...
This saddened me.
It means that I am still alone.
It also stirred me to continue soldiering on.
~C.F Winchester
~Lemongrass Stains: Recette's Annual.
Chapter Fourteen
The sand was everywhere...it was in my clothes, on them, in my hair, around my eyes, ingrained in every cranny of skin...we were still in the deserts of Pensee, not far into our journey by a long shot. I must have slept in my saddle. It can't have been long, the sun was still up...
Our horses were slaughtered by the time I fully awoke. Groaning, I sat up, or did my best approximation of it, being that I was tied up like a prize turkey at the moment. A man leered over me and prodded my nose with a foot.
"This one's awake now."
The five he spoke to came around into my line of vision, smirking.
"Huh. She slept through all of that ruckus? Thought she was dead. Like her servant girl."
I felt my body cool, almost to the point of becoming ice. Recette...dead? I stayed still, and they laughed. Another one poked at me with a blade, lifting my head from under the chin.
"No loss of food here, this is a rich one. Doesn't look like she's seen a hard days work in her life, but she's probably clean enough. Could fetch a pretty penny...course we'd have to verify the goods..."
His leer put no doubt in my mind as to what he was referring...and even as I grew, if possible, colder, another four sidled into view, carrying a limp package of bones and flesh. They looked a little worse for wear.
"Huh. This one put up a hell of a fight. Since when did serving girls fight so damn hard?"
I stared at the body...ten men, one Recette...
"Ugh...this horse is dead as a doornail."
Even as I watched, the body still breathed. She wasn't dead! She was playing possum!
My face must have given her away, for they turned around.
"Huh. She's still kicking! The hell? Tie her up then-"
"No, that's not going to work..."
They froze as her voice came out quite steady, and she flipped herself over to get her knees under her, and stood up pretty quickly. She calmly took off her riding gloves as they stared at her, her face bruised and bloody to match the four who had carried her. She dropped her gloves on the ground, and kicked them towards the ten of them.
"Took off my gloves. Hope that helps."
With that single sentence, she stepped forwards and proceeded to knee one of them in the gut, bringing her foot back down hard on his toes. She used that same foot to spin around and kick another one in the face, making the first howl even worse than her first combo. She let him drop as she took another step and pounced on a third, elbowing him hard in the throat and then grabbing his arm and tossing him at two others who had been running at her. The three fell in a tangled heap.
"Nope, no good. I need some help."
She ducked under a wild swing from the first speaker and her head smashed into his torso, winding him before she grabbed him and forced him down on her knee. She kept her hold on him and spun again, tossing him unto the ground just in time to make one of his friends trip over him.
"Hey! I said I need some help here!"
"Huh?!"
A hard poke in my side woke me up. I had fallen asleep on my horse! Recette, awkward as she was with the beasts... had been trying to lead them all alone, and had stuffed her gloves into her belt for greater mobility finger wise.
It wasn't helping. I grabbed a few reigns as she smiled wryly.
"I tried to let you sleep, but this is too much animal for me."
I shook my head to rid it of the dream. It was so odd. The sun was still up, and the sand around me was more or less the same, but then again, the desert looked the same to me no matter where I looked...I curled my fingers around the reigns I had charge of, and watched as Recette awkwardly handled her own.
She was still unorthodox and clumsy in control but no doubt the feat of controlling all of these beasts at once had given her a working technique. It lacked grace, but it worked. I screwed up my face for sleeping on her.
Worse part was the heat still made me bleary and I felt like I would sleep again.
"Do you think you could ride and tell me the story at once? I'm afraid I might fall asleep on you again without something to occupy me."
She made a wry kind of grin with a bit of sarcasm thrown in for flavor. One eyebrow shot up above the other.
"You more or less fall into a trance when I start story telling...there wouldn't be much of a difference."
I felt the laughter behind that sentence, but even with her laughing at me, I had to keep poise somehow. I cleared my throat and sat a bit straighter, which only made Recette grin wider. I huffed...and finally relented.
"At least I'd still be awake."
Her smile split into a full on grin.
"Okay then~."
+~1~+
"Penance"
The word still echoed in Tear's head as she sat on Recette's shoulder. She was talking a bit of a rest from flitting about for now, and decided that Recette was a good a perch as any. Recette brushed back her hair from the other side and adjusted her belt. In front of her, Louie, Charme, Nagi, Calliou and Tielle stood in front of her, looking up at the giant, floating gem above them. It had steps leading up to it.
Steps leading up to a giant floating gem. Yeah...real logical. Recette turned to face forwards after adjusting her pack straps. Her eyes roved up the marble like steps to the purple shining gem and then upwards to the blue sky. Around them the island they were on seemed to sparkle lightly. It was a tiny place, only big enough to house the gem, it's steps, and a few rouge trees before the sandy beach. The lake it was on was far more impressive, even though it hardly could be called a big lake...
Yet it had a gravity too it. This was a dungeon. It practically screamed it. Recette swallowed.
"No one has come out yet."
I wasn't a question. Recette didn't expect an answer to it, but she got one anyway from Charme.
"No. No one has."
She nodded to herself as if confirming something before turning to the five of them. Her head tilted a little to the side, and with that ever present smile, she spoke a simple line.
She could have said a speech. She could have done a lot of things. But really, there was only one thing to say.
"That we'll just have to be the first! Come on!"
She spun around and almost tripped as Louie sprang forwards, Charme not far behind. Recette came third with Nagi trailing shortly behind, and then Tielle before finally, the slow poke that was Calliou preferred to walk up. Louie got there first.
"Aww come on...how do we get in? I don't see a door..."
Recette put her hand on the crystal...and she felt something pull on her. It wasn't a hard pull, and she could resist...but it was getting stronger. Slowly, but surely. She looked back at the others.
"Hold on to me, quick!"
They only got on her just in time. In the next second, they were gone, pulled into the crystal.
Into darkness.
Calliou lit a fireball and held it up as high as he comfortably could. The dungeon was dark. Very dark. Recette kept herself outside the barrier and tried to see past the darkness. She made a face.
"Be careful..."
This darkness was unnerving. It swallowed up anything and everything. Tear huffed at it as Tielle's ears twitched to follow nondescript sounds.
There was an advantage that Tear had not foreseen...elves had better hearing than most of the five main species. They were better than fairies or a humans and on par with a demons. The others were deaf bats in comparison, but Charme and Recette still peered out, trying.
Well, they had trained in the night...but that wasn't enough for this darkness.
Did we mention that is was dark already?
We did?
Just wanted to drive that point home.
"Dungeons. Always trying to mess with your head."
Nagi only nodded to the comment Louie tossed out, but Tear took offense.
"Now granted they are not kind environments to the unwary, but Dungeons do not purposely bear an adventurer ill will. A place that gives out treasure in convenient chests on prominent display is not your enemy."
Calliou snorted at that.
"Oh sure. Huge blobs of slimes with only eyes that attempt to smash you with their weight, Poisonous mushrooms that blast up form under you and send you flying, red eyed bunnies from hell, pumpkins that shoot LASERS, sentient bombs, freakin' flying fish from a crab apple cracker barrel for all we know...-"
Tielle cut him off with a terse word.
"Quiet!"
A few indistinguishable sounds of fighting and roaring, screeching and dripping...and suddenly Tielle drew a sharp breath and notched an arrow quickly, eyes narrowed as she shot into the darkness; just as Charme jumped back. Recette was a tad slower, she landed behind Charme as a Roper came zipping out.
Near neon yellow and with sickeningly electric blue tentacles that groped and flailed about, the roper was quickly joined by another greyish one with equally neon pink appendages. Then another one joined the fray form a different angle, while a forth made Tielle jump in closer to everyone else. Recette watched as two more made a ring about them, closing in fast-
"Louie! Charme! Nagi! Keep them away! Tielle, Calliou, stay in the middle!"
Recette followed her own advice and drew her knife, jumping to cover the forth point on the compass that the others circling Tielle and Calliou could not. Louie swung his blade menacingly, but most of the Ropers were out of range. He growled at that, but kept his peace as Nagi jabbed here and there trying to goad the ropers into either attacking or backing off.
For things without any apparent eyes, they certainly knew the value of staying in the shadows. Out of reach of Louie and Charme and barely in reach of Nagi, they kept in the darkness where Calliou's fireball failed to light, making it hard for Tielle to pinpoint them.
"Ahh forget this."
Calliou put a burst of energy into his fireball and tossed it into the fray, causing an explosion that sent Ropers flying and light rippling through the area. Charme took this as an invitation to attack, and zipped into the fray with Louie a beat behind.
The sword struck first.
With a clean slice that sizzled with the electricity of the opponent it had halved, the sword sang with vibration and glinted against the slowly fading firelight-
+~1~+
The story stopped abruptly. I shook myself a little and narrowed my eyes, but all the while, I felt myself grow cold. I groped over my horse slowly, seeking the saddle pack as Recette beside me pulled level and stopped. I pulled my own horse to a halt as well.
It was a pack of raiders. Just like my dream, but worse.
They were dirtier, meaner and rattier to look at.
There were twelve, and they had a coach too. They stood in a line on the sand, blocking progress. Recette slipped off her horse as I fiddled with my pack. I felt the bow underneath the leather. Despite never using one before, I pulled it out and fiddled, looking for arrows. I swore I could feel eyes on me, laughing eyes.
They knew I could not handle the bow I was raising against them. They could smell my inexperience just like I could smell their musty, alcohol stained musk. They stank of fire and blood, of grit and dust and I don't know what else, but it was disgusting.
I had never smelt dried waste before after all. They were twelve strong, and were leery for it. Recette strode forwards, drawing her rapier and knife as she did so. I grabbed the reigns she had been holding and almost loosed the arrow I had been trying to notch. A short laugh at my predicament was an answer to that from the pack ahead of us.
Recette, to her credit, had an odd stride, and my dream came back to me. He weapons were prominent. If you took away those weapons, that stride would be disconcerting. It was like that of an animal. With a bit more poise and confidence, some more fanfare; it would not be hard to make a Dale's woman from that walk.
The leader laughed.
"Look lively here, we've got a predator here. Oi, girl. No closer or I'll have my bow friend here shoot you."
Recette stopped as the bowman in question raised a crossbow. Recette observed them all impassively. Then her eyes flicked to the carriage.
"Oi. Eyes on me. You walk like an animal. I wonder if you play like one?"
Recette sighed.
"I'm sorry, but can we please pass?"
Only the muggy desert air and glittering sand took her seriously as the leader of the pack belted out a guffaw. It was an ugly one, full of rich irony.
"Hear that boys? She wants to pass."
Seven of the twelve dismounted and moved forwards, drawing blades. The leader took his time as three others and the bowman stayed mounted. Recette's already narrow eyes flashed.
Eight swordsmen, three mages, one bowman. She shifted stance. She could not take them all alone, not unless she goaded them into being careless...she watched them approach.
The leader was good. His walk betrayed his skill. Five of the other seven were mainly muscle, they took down opponents with power, not skill. The other one was almost as good as the lead. Recette set her teeth behind her lips.
They would not be dissuaded. They formed a semi-circle around her as the leader hazarded a glance at me.
"Hmph. A fat and soft rich girl. You're too busy holding unto those horses to even try using that bow, not that you'll be able to shoot anything anyway."
I grit my teeth at that. He was right. Either let the animals loose and if we survived be crippled with lack of supplies/mounts or keep hold of them and leave Recette alone down there.
…and honestly, I'd probably be a hindrance rather than a help.
"Can you really not let us pass? There are to many of you that I can't count on me not killing anyone."
The leader turned and stared at her before laughing again with that ugly guffaw.
"Look at you! You can't promise not killing US? Girl, take your losses and stay still. We might just let you work with us. I can guess you're all the hired help this pix pincher hired."
Recette sighed in response.
"I'm not saying I'll win the fight, but I can't fight so many people trying to win and promise no one will die."
The leader stopped laughing and looked at her hard.
"You'll fight even though you know you're gonna lose?"
Recette didn't answer the question.
"I don't want to kill anyone."
He huffed at that.
"What's your name girl?"
Recette paused for a split second.
"Maude."
He grinned.
"That's not your name."
"Then tell me yours mister."
He grinned again, showing off chipped yellows in full glory. I felt like puking.
"Mister? Oh that's precious. You're cute. Too bad you're so insistent. I like women with a little bite to them, not too much though, those always end up dead. My name is Asgrim."
"That's a nice name. Why are you such a mean person?"
Asgrim's smile faded a little.
"Life has made me mean girl. I do this to survive. What do you do? Serve rich stiffs? That's no life. You're a slave. I'm free, and you didn't full fill your promise."
Recette flinched at the free comment.
"Recette. Recette Lemongrass."
"Ain't that the name of some dead merchant?"
Recette swallowed. He must not be from far. She had been famous, but not far-reachingly so.
"Not dead."
He huffed.
"So. You tried to be free. That's a shame. Such a nice name, and you come along and steal it. That name was a famous one, a poor person who was gonna make it. Break the rules between the poor and the rich. A washed up slave like you shouldn't steal it."
Recette winced again. Stung. Then she rose her blades.
"I'm not washed up."
Without warning, she braced and leapt to the left, slamming into one of the inexperienced in the left and hooking her foot behind his. He fell easily, sending her rolling away far enough to spring back up and kick his head. He went out cold as she grabbed the next in lie by the shoulders and pulled him down, jumping on his back as the others turned and came at her. Her current opponent's back pulled like a bowstring before he fell, and she kicked sand into his eyes before she had to scramble away from a sword slash. It hit the sand as she flipped and smacked him across the face with the flat of her blade. He dropped his own with a howl and came at her with his hands.
Recette however, kicked up his own blade, catching his chin with it's handle and knocking his head upwards. She threw her knife at another one, he deflected it as she grabbed the sword she had kicked up.
The man jerked to try and retrieve his blade, and instead stopped short as an arrow sprouted from his back. He had jumped right into the path of the clear shot that bowman had, and now he fell with three bolts sticking out of him.
He cursed as he fiddled to reload. The three mages dared not follow his example, waiting for a good shot.
Meanwhile I managed to awkwardly get the reigns by my elbows as I tried to aim at something, anything. They were ignoring me...my first shot hit the carriage, tearing through the cloth and sending two guys tumbling out. They had been inside to keep watch on some figures inside, I could barely make thew out through the hole I tore. They looked from the fight to me. Then they drew knives and raced towards the fight.
Great. I just made more work for Recette. Meanwhile the bowman switched targets and locked on me. So did the mages. Okay, maybe I added two, but I took the attention of four...maybe.
"Drop it."
"U...uh...y-you first."
The bowman leveled his newly loaded crossbow.
"Really? You're actually going to play that game? Drop it or I shoot you."
"Like you shot that guy on your own team? Great job on that by the way-"
His bow jerked higher. I shut up.
"I managed to hit exactly where my target would have been in a nine person brawl if the idiot had not jumped in the way. You on the other hand could not even hit an enemy target when everything in that brawl was your enemy! Don't play yourself. Drop it."
I seriously had never, ever been a hero or rose to defend anything before, so I won't lie to you and say that if what happened next did not happen, I probably WOULD have dropped that bow.
A figure from the coach was tossed out, drawing attention of the four on me. They stared at it for a second before the head popped to look at them, a Cheshire grin on the face. Then an arrow shot straight from the coach and with a yowl, the bowman dropped his crossbow. I took aim and shot at a mage, but I overshot.
But hey, I hit the mage next to him!
...Okay, he wasn't the one I was aiming at, but I hit one!
Meanwhile, Recette had downed the two who had joined the fight by overbalancing one of the muscle idiots that charged her and spinning him with his own momentum, knocking all three of them down. She spun in a circle, menacing the five left around her before she ducked under a charge and over balanced him with a stuck out foot, grabbing his coat and pushing him forwards into two others. He slashed out wildly at her, but he was going to fast.
He caught one of his buddies ears and the other one simply with his body. The one who got caught on the ear yowled, stamping about, giving Recette time to follow the opening, escaping the other three as they almost crashed into each other. The two more skilled disentangled from the third, Asgrim especially angry as he pushed off his comrade. Recette spied her knife and twisted away from a slash of one who had gotten up. She kicked up the knife and batted it at him. He deflected it, but not the sand spray that she kicked up. He covered his face and received an elbow in the guy and a clout on the head for his trouble.
By this time though, another had recovered, and now with only three...
There was a lot more maneuver room for them. They closed in on her, and Asgrim noted with some grim satisfaction that Recette didn't look completely fresh.
"Been riding for hours, huh girl?"
Recette didn't answer, just rotated the borrowed blade in her right. One of the mages took aim at her, but the person in the coach took care of him quick. I tried my luck again.
I hit the last mage's horse on the mane. The thing didn't even have the decency to flinch! Still, my action distracted the last guy as he turned to grin at me, only to receive a quick knife in the calf from the person who had tossed themselves out. That same Cheshire grin as he yelped in pain gave me a bit of the shivers.
He kicked his horse, which obliged with his riders bucking by throwing him off and...oooh. Hooves right in the guts, that is gonna HURT tomorrow. His anguished scream was enough for my ears. I had no idea people could make such sounds.
Seriously...it was terrible.
Recette meanwhile had managed to dispatch the last of the muscle players with a few quick twists of the blade and a flat blade to the side of the head. The two from the coach stood staring as she spun about with her two opponents. I winced. I was not going to try my hand at shooting into THAT...and these two were different than the rest.
More a match for Recette. I turned to the two watching. I could understand me, but didn't we kinda help them...escape I guess? Shouldn't they at least be trying to help?
I saw that the one who had been in the coach was a fairly tall male, and the one who had gotten tossed out, a girl a bit younger than Recette, if I had to guess. She had nowhere near Recette's svelte form, but, and I felt a pang of jealousy for it, she was probably less than me and on her, it went to all the right places.
"Now is the time we escape. Leave her there, she'll probably handle herself, and if not, we need to get out of here."
He took a glance at me, and I blanched a little.
"She couldn't shoot a whale in a barrel."
Hey! That's a bit far. How was the whale even going to fit into the barrel anyway!? I'm not THAT bad!
The girl seemed hesitant to abandon Recette. I opened my mouth, but before I had a chance to say anything, an exclamation of pain made me whip my head around. Recette had taken a long slash along the arm, and now that same arm was being grabbed and wrung by his partner as Asgrim readied to strike her down. The borrowed blade lay dejected in the sand.
Recette grimaced and then set her teeth before sending her knee up viciously between the legs of the man holding her arm. He made a sound like a balloon letting out air and let her go. He let out a kind of odd sound half like singing and half like a whining dog.
Do I call that a whine or a howl or...
Recette met Asgrim with her blade in her left, her right bent behind her back to keep it out of the way.
"Hmph. One arm out of commission. How does it feel to have to use your left?"
Now it would be cool if Recette had a smirk on her face as she countered him, but in honesty, she just looked a bit confused.
"Who said anything about me being right handed?"
She pushed off from their lock of blades and slid backwards a bit in the sand, hair flipping back a bit. The girl from the coach gasped. I looked at her. She swung around and jabbed a finger into the chest of the guy.
"We go and help her."
"Uhh...I thought we were just about to leav-"
"Never mind that! We go and HELP her!"
She started forwards, but the man grabbed her hair and reeled her back to face him. She pushed him off, livid.
"DON'T-"
"Hey hey, I just want an explanation is all."
"I know her."
"I've known you for years and I ain't never-"
She waved an impatient hand and started forwards again, but this time her friend grabbed her around the waist and lifted her bodily to put her back where she started. I looked from one to the other. If it were not for the fact Recette needed some help, I would have found it funny how he could lift her like a toy and put her back down wheresoever he wanted to.
"Before, before!"
"Ain't no one you know from before alive."
I had kept one eye on the fight while watching them, and I was a little smug when I did finally get to talk.
"Too late anyway. He's losing."
They both turned to look.
He was.
Asgrim had picked up one of the blades that littered the sand around them, and had tried to fend off Recette with it, but he wasn't suited for two blades. He didn't know how to operate that way, and he soon realized it would only slow him down and confuse him. He tried to toss sand, but the girl was too limber. He tried to kick up the fallen weapons as distractions, but he couldn't get the flip right, he mostly ended up putting himself in danger doing so, and the one time he got it right, Recette had back stepped it and then charged at him like a crab with a claw, sideways, and he had to skid back.
The girl was dusty yes, full of grit and desert from a hard day in the sun and saddle, and her arm still bled freely...but she stalked him with a lope that he almost recognized. It was the kind of lope that the guild of thieves had in the middle of the desert kingdoms...but this was harsher, fiercer, trading grace for power.
Her stance was something he should have recognized and ran from...since the beginning.
He slashed at her to keep her away, but she ducked under the blade and forced her own up, stopping it mid slice and twisting hers with a hard wrench that made his hand follow the moment. His wrist exploded into pain and he dropped the sword.
Nothing was broken. She had forced his wrist to move too fast. Now her blade was at his throat.
"I really didn't want to do it like this. I'm not asking anymore. I'm telling you that I am passing. There is a city straight the way we came. You can go there...but you're not capturing anyone anymore. Okay?"
Asgrim watched the blade at his throat. It was just resting there, not pressed there...if he wanted too...
She seemed to read his mind. The blade's pressure increased until it cut into his skin, letting some blood dribble from his neck. Whatever plan Asgrim ha been about to try froze in his mind.
"Okay?"
"Yeah. Fine. Whatever you say lady."
Soft puffs heralded feet walking along the sand, and Recette backed up from her opponent before she saw a glint in his eye. With a blur of movement he lunged forwards just as she swung out her foot. Her boot connected with his head and knocked him silly, but jarred her leg. She winced and hopped a little as he landed in the sand.
"Ow! I really didn't want to do that..."
She turned around to meet the two new comers and her smile faded a little upon settling eyes on the girl. She seemed confused. Then she tilted her head. First the left. Then the right, then the left again. The other girl just watched Recette impassively.
Recette smiled. The others' blond head glinted against the sand and sun.
"Hello; Alouette."
The blue eyes flashed as they locked with hers.
A single drop of blood fell in the sand.
+~E~+
Hello Cloy552, I would like to thank you for the support, first off. Secondly! I am familiar with that anime, but I never thought about Recette in such a way. It's an entertaining thought. XD.
Yes Hikari, it was. But~ It did not stop me!
I've given our narrator a lot more personality this time around, but no, I have not told you all her name yet.
I find a lot of the times I might over explain the body differences between our narrator and Recette. Therefore, I have put what I have in my mind to the test, and find I was more or less correct. Though BMI is not the best accuracy wise, since muscle weighs more than fat and a person with a high muscle content will have a high BMI and yaddah yaddah...I still decided to use BMI since, well...I find it unnecessary to justify further than I already have. Our narrator isn't a muscle bound gladiator after all. Neither is the svelte Recette. Neither is especially unhealthy...they do however, both stretch the terms a bit. However, who doesn't in this modern day and age? XD
Our narrator is overweight. I'd estimate her at, imperially speaking 5 foot 5 inches and 162 pounds, so she's not a pixie,, but she's not obese, most of the writing here is mainly characters poking fun at her.
(Not nice by the way, but they aren't nice people, and Recette beats them up, so I can live with it. XD)
Recette is at the other end. About 5 foot 7 inches and 110 pounds. Again, underweight. But people have been less, so her 17.2 does not equate death.
If you're wondering about Alouette...About 140 and 5 foot 4 inches.
Again BMI does not take into account muscle content, body weight distribution, fat percentage and other factors, so it's only a real loose figure to go by. XD.
~Finalage