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paixaorpg2006-06-27 10:15 pm
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This just gets better and better. [Active]
Characters: Seifer, Quistis, and anyone else who wants to swagger in.
Content: They meet for the first time in Paixao.
Setting: near Vanaheim
Time: late Monday
Warnings: None.
Seifer was a little annoyed. He had managed to wake up early enough to 'escape' Selphie and Chii, but since the robotic girl had been wearing his trenchcoat he hadn't managed to get it back. And so the man was now trudging coatlessly around the city, glaring a little at overly happy passers-by and cheery little kids running around playing games.
And that was when he spotted someone that looked a little too familiar to simply cast a disdainful glance at and pass by. Seifer frowned in disbelief as he caught sight of the golden hair in that oh-so-telltale style, and... was that a pair of glasses? But there was no way Quistis could be here, right? How would she have...? But then again, Seifer's coming here hadn't exactly been explainable or by choice either.
Changing his course and making a beeline for the area where he had seen that Quistis-lookalike, Seifer forced his way aggressively through the crowds until he caught the woman in his sights again. And there was no longer any doubt in his mind that this was her- although she was turned away, her movements were too prim, upright, and crisp. This was definitely Quistis.
"Instructor Trepe?" Seifer questioned aloud in disbelief from behind the woman, still frowning with a suspicious confusion. He had no idea what was going on, but the appearance of his Instructor was quite an odd thing- he hadn't considered it before, but it suddenly occurred to him that it was quite possible that this was another part of the SeeD exam. What else would it be, after all? And why else would she be here with him, of all people?
"What the hell are you doing here?" the blond decided to ask anyway, as the woman turned around. This was just too weird.
--
That voice.
It couldn't be, but it had to be, because no one who knew her as "Instructor Trepe" had ever spoken to her with that kind of arrogance -- except for him.
She turned around and there he was, in all his green-eyed glory.
Eyes slightly narrowed, Quistis took a step toward him, declaring absently, "Seifer... you're... here."
She pressed a hand to the side of her face and looked to the ground, eyes wide with confusion.
"It's not just me... there are others coming, too...," she murmured to herself. Suddenly, she raised her eyes to meet Seifer's and asked gravely, "Is Squall here, too?"
--
As Quistis raised her gaze to meet Seifer's, the man raised a skeptical eyebrow back at her. She was obviously pretty disoriented, and although Seifer had little to no idea where they were, exactly, and even less of an idea of how to get back... he at least had that on her. And it did kind of amuse him that she seemed obviously so lost... her, who was supposed to be his instructor and superior. Well, at least now he knew this had nothing to do with his exam.
"Squall?" Seifer repeated after the woman's question, giving her a disdainful frown. "What do you care about him for? I'm not good enough for you?" the man asked sarcastically, his signature smirk taking over his face. He scoffed a bit, and then shrugged as he added, "Nah, he's not here. Met some brown-haired little brat from Trabia yesterday, but there's nobody else here from any place I even recognize."
Seifer gave Quistis only a short moment to register this before giving her a skeptical look and asking, "So, instructor... care to fill me in? What is this, some part of the exam or something? I thought I passed that thing already, I didn't know there was another half left..."
--
Quistis almost laughed -- because really, given his conduct, even Seifer had to know there was no way she could possibly pass him. "Willful disobedience," she'd written, and solemnly placed his report on the stack to be sent directly to students, rather than to SeeD officials for final approval.
She squared her shoulders and crossed her arms over her chest,
"No, Seifer, this isn't a part of your SeeD exam at all. Frankly, I don't know what this is. Or where. How long have you been here? And... and..." she said, suddenly squinting at him. She blinked a few times.
"What happened to your trench coat?" she said. She couldn't recall ever seeing him without it and this... this was very different. He almost looked less imposing.
Almost.
--
Seifer chuckled silently to himself a bit as Quistis began speaking, a little amused that she took his question so seriously. But then, the blonde had always taken everything so seriously- it wasn't really a surprise to Seifer.
The final question wasn't really one he felt like answering, however. "I'm not wearing it," the man decided to answer snidely, obnoxiously, his mocking expression giving away that he fully knew what Quistis was really trying to ask... and simply reponded the way he did out of pure spite. Quistis had always been so easy to frustrate.
And rather than answering her other question about how long he'd been here, Seifer decided to continue on the mocking, sarcastic track he was already on. After all, he was on a roll- no reason to stop now, right?
"So you're as clueless as I am?" Seifer asked, the smirk never having left his face. He leaned in ever so slightly, everything about tone and expression mockingly polite as he way-too-innocently stated, "And here I thought that the great Instructor Trepe knew everything there was to know. Am I going to have to tell your little fanclub about this?"
--
Quistis had a hard time believing that even in such a ridiculous situation, Seifer insisted on being as difficult to work with as ever. Did he ever let up? Ever? Because if he did, Quistis thought that now, when they were stuck in a place they might very well die in, would be an extremely opportune time.
"Seifer," she started, affecting the Very Concerned Instructor Tone she had picked up early in her teaching career quite without noticing, "this isn't an exam. This isn't Balamb Garden, and you're not Head of the Disciplinary Committee to terrorize everyone beneath you. We might never get out of here. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
Content: They meet for the first time in Paixao.
Setting: near Vanaheim
Time: late Monday
Warnings: None.
Seifer was a little annoyed. He had managed to wake up early enough to 'escape' Selphie and Chii, but since the robotic girl had been wearing his trenchcoat he hadn't managed to get it back. And so the man was now trudging coatlessly around the city, glaring a little at overly happy passers-by and cheery little kids running around playing games.
And that was when he spotted someone that looked a little too familiar to simply cast a disdainful glance at and pass by. Seifer frowned in disbelief as he caught sight of the golden hair in that oh-so-telltale style, and... was that a pair of glasses? But there was no way Quistis could be here, right? How would she have...? But then again, Seifer's coming here hadn't exactly been explainable or by choice either.
Changing his course and making a beeline for the area where he had seen that Quistis-lookalike, Seifer forced his way aggressively through the crowds until he caught the woman in his sights again. And there was no longer any doubt in his mind that this was her- although she was turned away, her movements were too prim, upright, and crisp. This was definitely Quistis.
"Instructor Trepe?" Seifer questioned aloud in disbelief from behind the woman, still frowning with a suspicious confusion. He had no idea what was going on, but the appearance of his Instructor was quite an odd thing- he hadn't considered it before, but it suddenly occurred to him that it was quite possible that this was another part of the SeeD exam. What else would it be, after all? And why else would she be here with him, of all people?
"What the hell are you doing here?" the blond decided to ask anyway, as the woman turned around. This was just too weird.
--
That voice.
It couldn't be, but it had to be, because no one who knew her as "Instructor Trepe" had ever spoken to her with that kind of arrogance -- except for him.
She turned around and there he was, in all his green-eyed glory.
Eyes slightly narrowed, Quistis took a step toward him, declaring absently, "Seifer... you're... here."
She pressed a hand to the side of her face and looked to the ground, eyes wide with confusion.
"It's not just me... there are others coming, too...," she murmured to herself. Suddenly, she raised her eyes to meet Seifer's and asked gravely, "Is Squall here, too?"
--
As Quistis raised her gaze to meet Seifer's, the man raised a skeptical eyebrow back at her. She was obviously pretty disoriented, and although Seifer had little to no idea where they were, exactly, and even less of an idea of how to get back... he at least had that on her. And it did kind of amuse him that she seemed obviously so lost... her, who was supposed to be his instructor and superior. Well, at least now he knew this had nothing to do with his exam.
"Squall?" Seifer repeated after the woman's question, giving her a disdainful frown. "What do you care about him for? I'm not good enough for you?" the man asked sarcastically, his signature smirk taking over his face. He scoffed a bit, and then shrugged as he added, "Nah, he's not here. Met some brown-haired little brat from Trabia yesterday, but there's nobody else here from any place I even recognize."
Seifer gave Quistis only a short moment to register this before giving her a skeptical look and asking, "So, instructor... care to fill me in? What is this, some part of the exam or something? I thought I passed that thing already, I didn't know there was another half left..."
--
Quistis almost laughed -- because really, given his conduct, even Seifer had to know there was no way she could possibly pass him. "Willful disobedience," she'd written, and solemnly placed his report on the stack to be sent directly to students, rather than to SeeD officials for final approval.
She squared her shoulders and crossed her arms over her chest,
"No, Seifer, this isn't a part of your SeeD exam at all. Frankly, I don't know what this is. Or where. How long have you been here? And... and..." she said, suddenly squinting at him. She blinked a few times.
"What happened to your trench coat?" she said. She couldn't recall ever seeing him without it and this... this was very different. He almost looked less imposing.
Almost.
--
Seifer chuckled silently to himself a bit as Quistis began speaking, a little amused that she took his question so seriously. But then, the blonde had always taken everything so seriously- it wasn't really a surprise to Seifer.
The final question wasn't really one he felt like answering, however. "I'm not wearing it," the man decided to answer snidely, obnoxiously, his mocking expression giving away that he fully knew what Quistis was really trying to ask... and simply reponded the way he did out of pure spite. Quistis had always been so easy to frustrate.
And rather than answering her other question about how long he'd been here, Seifer decided to continue on the mocking, sarcastic track he was already on. After all, he was on a roll- no reason to stop now, right?
"So you're as clueless as I am?" Seifer asked, the smirk never having left his face. He leaned in ever so slightly, everything about tone and expression mockingly polite as he way-too-innocently stated, "And here I thought that the great Instructor Trepe knew everything there was to know. Am I going to have to tell your little fanclub about this?"
--
Quistis had a hard time believing that even in such a ridiculous situation, Seifer insisted on being as difficult to work with as ever. Did he ever let up? Ever? Because if he did, Quistis thought that now, when they were stuck in a place they might very well die in, would be an extremely opportune time.
"Seifer," she started, affecting the Very Concerned Instructor Tone she had picked up early in her teaching career quite without noticing, "this isn't an exam. This isn't Balamb Garden, and you're not Head of the Disciplinary Committee to terrorize everyone beneath you. We might never get out of here. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
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"I guess..." Seifer said with an indifferent shrug. Although it obviously didn't mean much of anything to him... if, indeed, anything at all. "But unlike you," he continued, "I happen to like it here. No more being forced to practice basic techniques that I already know over and over, no more idiotic tests that are below me and a waste of my time... no more anal instructors squawking boring lectures at me..." That last comment was followed by a mocking little chuckle, and a knowing look in Quistis' direction.
"I mean, really," the man continued before Quistis could get anything in yet, even interrupting her if she had attempted to speak (he didn't really take the time to notice). "What do I have to go back for?"
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She had to admit, though, that the words really hit home. If she couldn't even help a student so obviously gifted as Seifer pass the SeeD exam -- really, the job was practically done for her -- then maybe she was just an anal, squawking instructor.
There wasn't really time for that kind of thinking, at least not now. She had to figure out where she could stay for the night, and the next night, and how she would, you know, survive.
"Seifer, tell me what you know about this place. Obviously, you've been here longer than I," she said. She fixed him with a serious look. There's no room for pride in this place, Quistis..
"I need your help."
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"... yeah, you probably do," Seifer said offhandedly, with a casual shrug. Crossing his arms, he finished with, "So what exactly do you want to know?"
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"What don't I need to know?" she began. She took a step to Seifer's side and started pacing in thoughtful circles around him, wondering aloud, "Where are you staying, how are you living, is this place dangerous -- I, I'm so lost here."
She stopped behind Seifer and stared forward, away from him.
Balamb Garden was so familiar. She knew its ins and outs like the back of her hand, and the knowledge made her comfortable. In this new place, she had no idea what to do or how to act. She needed information, and unfortunately, that meant she needed Seifer.
"How long have you been here?" she asked decisively, the first thing she really directed at him. "And where've you been staying?"
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Turning to face Quistis, the blond explained, "Been here about three or four days now. Been staying in these hotels they have all around here, Actua Ares. Some of them are okay, some of them are shit."
Having answered her first real set of questions, Seifer tilted his head to the side a bit mockingly and added, "And I know what you're going to ask next- ... no, I have no idea why we're here or how to get back."
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Quistis allowed herself a small smile. She figured that out about Seifer rather early on in their conversation, but she decided to let him have the moment. Three or four days, though? Then he couldn't be anymore settled than she was, really.
She stopped her pacing in front of him.
"A hotel? That can't be very cheap," she said, more to herself than anything else. She looked up to Seifer with some degree of finality and said, "Last question, and then... then you can..."
Well, what? This it the part where she's supposed to make a rude but cleverly veiled remark about returning to his dorms to study for those tests he's been failing like mad... but as she said earlier, this wasn't Balamb Garden and none of Seifer's past failings mattered now.
"And then you can go," she finished rather weakly. "Do you know who's in charge? A city like this doesn't just run on its own."