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Deling city. The capital of Galbadia, Located on the edge of the continent it’s not to far from the unknown tomb which is rumored to be the home of a GF. Pulling into Deling you arrive in what seems to be a town square. Heading west from the Square you will come to a large Whitish brown gateway arch. Further down the road you come to a shopping district. The district has an Upgrade shop, items shop, and other misc places. As you head down the street and take the corner you come to an Inn. Here you may relax at the pub down stairs and listen to the songs and piano music playing most of the time. Just further down is what looks like a small park with a walkway that leads to the Presidential mansion.

The Presidential Palace is enclosed by a large perimeter wall with iron gates, and always under guard by Galbadian Army security forces. The main entrance leads to a lavish entry room. Official business will take you to the president's office. There is otherwise the commencement room (where Rinoa tried to ambush Edea), which leads directly out to the podium that overlooks the central square and the Gateway Arch. There's also a hatch in that corridor that leads to the clock tower.
[desc by otacon. revised by nick. finalized by Sheriff Ganale]

Sylvalee awoke in the hotel room. Her injuries were healed and she felt revitalised. She padded down to the lobby and paid for her stay. She left the hotel nd walked out onto the busy street. She hadn't noticed al the detail in the buildings, the people hurring around when she arived. A ornate bus pulled up where she was standing. She hopped aboard and took a seat. She got off at the Caraway mansion, thinking it looked interesting

There's a pinging sound, and the elevator door near the terminal slides open.

"Permission granted, soldier. Get down here and make your report."

The group of former military officers who comprise the Galbadian High Command that had replaced Vinzer Deling stared at the soldier as though he'd grown horns and a devil's tail.

The man sitting in the very middle of the open-squared table nodded to the soldier, rather than saluting.

Thank you, Sergeant. That will be all.

He waited until the soldier has left, then looked around at the other members of the High Council. The serious expressions on their faces mirrored his own.

Gentlemen, it is as the sergeant reported. Reconnaissance units from our Timber garrison have confirmed these reports of SeeD activity. The town in question was completely annihilated. This is obviously and without question precursor to an invasion. Not only that, it is also an atrocity, that we cannot allow to go unpunished.

Down the side of the table, another man raised his hand.

"It should also be brought to light that it was Balamb Garden that was responsible for freeing the sorceress Morrina Dubheasa. It would seem to me that the SeeDs wish to make a grab for world power, starting with Galbadia."

The leader of the High Command nodded.

Precisely. Gentlemen, we cannot allow Garden to get away with this. We must respond with proper military force.

Another man, opposite from the second, stood up.

"Providing an assault force will not be difficult. Much of our army is in the Timber area on training exercises. It would not be difficult to move them across the ocean to attack Garden."

And we shall dispatch Colonel Sigwald to command our troops in the battle. With him in charge, victory is assuredly ours. Gentlemen. We attack at dawn.

The leggy young woman was a distance away, glasses laying beside the tub she was lounging in, a hot tub, of course, submersed up to her neck, soft, husky russian accent flowing through her voice as she spoke up, one blue eye drifting open.

"Something of interest, Sir?"

Slender hands folded around the towel laying upon the side, as she rose upwards, water streaming in long clear tendrils down her stomach, arms, and legs, as she wrapped it around her midsection, stepping upwards, and out of the tub, damp wet hair snaking down to the curve of her back.

"Business first, pleasure later...."

One dark brow rose, and then fell, before she shook her head.

"So we are going to go attack a group of children?"

There was a long pause for silence, before the woman was shaking her head, the towel raising, as she ran it briskly over her dark locks, making her way towards where her previously discarded clothing lay.

"Shall I go first and warm them up?"

The woman turned a little more fully, legs still planted, as the movement of the towel in her hands haulted, and shoulders arched and rolled in a shrug.

"I still think it sad to attack children.. but that is my own opinion.. besides. It should be an interesting bit of fun. I hear there is another there who performs with a whip as I do. That should be great fun.."

Lips twist upwards, as she stooped to gather her clothing.

"So. Full leather, half leather, or Instructor..?"

She was moving towards her closet of 'costumes'. After all, this is what she did best, wasn't it?

She tipped her head just slightly, when lips pressed against her cheek, slanting her eyes towards her commanding officer, the curve of her mouth twitching, repressing a smile, before she turned back towards her closet. A few moments later she was dressed in skintight leather, fastening her belt around her waist.

"You're always so dramatic. Sometimes I think you watch too much anime."

A teasing, almost charming smile, as she fastened her black hair back into a braid, and moved to kneel, and slide her glasses back onto her face, rising one more time, with a soft chuckle.

"I'm ready..."