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 Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 6:14 pm
Haiiro decides to rest and stays in before the tests commence...
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 6:44 pm
Zell grinned as he stood in a corner of the Cafeteria, he was punching the wall softly and getting himself psyched up for tommorow, even though he was just going to be at the Commander Center, if the Cadets could not handel the Exams the SeeDs got to rush in, he was somewhat hopeful he would get the chance, they had not had a mission in a long time afterall.
"Man ... waiting sucks ..." Zell mumbled this and quickly turned then ran out of the Cafeteria, it was time to get some rest.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 8:12 pm
Irvine flopped down on his bed. His cold weather clothing lay next to it. Ontop of the cold weather clothing lay a 'confiscated' Galbadian SMG much like Laguna's from the Battle of Centra. There were several clips laying under it.
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Raven was sitting on the floor, his back against the wall. If anyone looked close enough, then they would notice that he was sleeping with his eyes open.
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Posted: Sat Aug 07, 2004 9:54 pm
Monty awoke in the infirmary. The pain had gone and he felt well. He swung his legs out of bed and stood up. He wobbled for a moment, but retained his ballance. Carefully he bean to walk out of the infrimary and headed for his dorm.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 12:26 am
Squall took one last look at his gear laid out across the tables and floors of his dorm's commons room. It would make walking through in the dark hazardous to one's health, but it would make things easy for him to find and assemble in the wee hours of the morning before the field exam.
Inwardly, he found himself a bit anxious. Field exams were real combat. Combat meant people died. And with Rinoa taking this exam, there was a very real chance that she could end up on the list of casualties. And despite the SeeDs' orders not to get involved in the combat unless the students were being slaughtered, he would do everything in his power to ensure that Rinoa survived the day.
Chuckling slightly, he shook his head. He didn't need to worry about Rinoa. She had helped him kill Galbadians, Weapons, and a sorceress. She had all the necessary toughness to pass the SeeD exam, and he had no doubt that he would have her on his arm at the graduation ball this time tomorrow night.
Rolling onto his bed, Squall reached over and flicked off the light switch, surrendering himself to the blissful sleep of a warrior before war.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 8:02 am
Haiiro had just altered the stock of the rifle, wrapping it in anything white and resistant to the heat he counld find...
He showers then goes to sleep, ready for the next day...
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 8:25 am
Squall awoke at 4 AM the next morning and began dressing. He avoided his usual mostly-black ensemble in favor of the white cold weather gear favored by SeeD forces for combat in winter battlefields. He kept his normal belts, as well as the pouches of ammo that go on his right leg. Picking up the three-rowed shell pouches that he had meticulously pre-loaded the night before, he wrapped them around his right thigh and fastened them.
Then he picked up and attached his belts, the first of which held all his item pouches. He had pre-filled the pouches with nearly a hundred Hi-Potions, 50 regular Potions, and 25 Phoenix Downs. Into the forearm sheathes on his left arm went his twin combat knives, his favored backup weapons.
Those in place, he then picked up the Revolver from where it laid on the couch and slid it between the other two belts and into the attached holster/scabbard. Lastly, he reached to the small nightstand beside the couch and picked up his three GF stones; Quetzacotl, Shiva, and Ifrit.
He first took Shiva and Ifrit into his hands, concentrating heavily first on the cold blue stone, then the burning red stone. After several seconds of heavy concentration, each stone seemed to melt through his thick leather gloves as he felt the alien thoughts of the GFs take up their resident place in the back of his mind. He junctioned Quetzacotl in the same way, then checked once more to make sure he had everything he needed.
His check finalized, Squall picked up the clipboard with squad assignments and missions, then walked out of his dorm. It was still night out, and the sound of the crickets chirping was the only accompaniement to his bootsteps as he walked toward the directory, where the students would be meeting.
(remember, kiddies, wear your cold-weather gear, not your regular clothes)
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 8:37 am
Haiiro awakes a few hours early due to lack of activity the day before. he looks into the corner, and a few minutes pass before things register. 'SeeD exam...'
Haiiro lazily dresses in the cold weather gear, able to accept the extra heat in normal conditions for a good while...
As he wakes, he does his final pre-breifing check. 'Primary, secondary one, secondary two, gloves, Ifrit...' He decides he should find more potions... He goes to begin his search whist he still has time.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 8:38 am
Seifer grunts, sitting up..A good soldier knew to get as much sleep as he could, when he could, so Seifer had taken a nap..He got up, stepping back into his boots, lacing them up..He looked across the room, and saw that Burnham was allready gone..Dumb kid. Probobly setting off cherry bombs somewhere to get himself excitied for the Exam..Seifer hoped the idiot wouldn't be in his squad..He also wondered who Would be, and if He'd be a squad leader..He didn't care, really. He opened his small closet and looked inside..He put on a black turtleneck, knowing it was going to be damned cold in Trabia..He put on the rest of his normal attire, minus his coat, opted to sling that over his shoulder..He loaded Hyperion, and threw a few extra clips of the shockwave-inducing ammo in one of the pockets of his dark blue-gray cargo pants. He went into the small shared bathroom, and splashed cold water on his face..He ran a hand through his straw-colored hair, and looked himself in the eyes in the mirror..There it was. That little flicker of fear, behind those eyes..He felt it everytime he was going to fight. He was a fighter, and felt truely himself on the battlefield..But that little flicker was always there..What if I die..What if I fail..He shook his head to clear it, and returned ot the bed area, grabbing his gloves off the nightstand, tucking them into his waistband. He grabbed something else, too..A small silver ring that no one ever saw, thanks to his glove wearing..He put it in a vest pocket, just to keep it close..A memento from his parents, He liked ot think it brought him luck. He threw one last look around the small room, and nodded to himself, turning to the door. He opened it, and walked unhrriedly to the cafeteria, securing himself a breakfast bagel consisting of a fried egg, bacon, cheese and butter..He ate it on his way, wolfing it down quickly..He walked around the ring to his favourite spot, the bench, and reclined on it..
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 8:46 am
Five minutes later found Squall standing in front of the directory, a half-eaten sausage biscuit in one hand, the clipboard in the other. He looked over as Seifer approached, and pushed off the directory that he leaned upon. Now was as good a time as any to inform the Garden's other gunblade user his assignment.
Seifer...
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 8:50 am
Hmmm? Seifer looked up, and grinned gregariously as he saw who adressed him. Why, good morning, Mister Leader..Come to give me a good old fashioned pep talk?
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 8:54 am
He shook his head, then took a glance at the clipboard in his hand.
You of all people don't need a pep talk. You just go out there and do what you best. Make people hurt. No, I'm here to tell you your squad assignment. You'll be Squad A captain. You've got Sklyar and Burnham in your squad. Squad A's assignment is full-on assault. I'll lay out the whole plan once everyone gets here.
He paused, then added almost as an afterthought.
Quistis is in charge of your squad. You'll report to her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 8:56 am
Looking at hie watch, Haiiro notices he's short on time. He finishes his 'negotiations' with his 'source' and jogs over to the designated place...
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 9:00 am
Ugh..Burnham. He shook his head.. Ah well..Full on assault, huh? I'm glad somebody recognizes my obvious skill for killing mass quantities of the enemy, heh heh.. His grin faltered a bit at the mention of Quistis.. Quistis, huh. Well golly. He shook his head.. Ah well..It could be worse. At least I dont have the chicken-wuss with me this time 'round.
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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2004 9:01 am
-Rinoa zips around her dorm, annoying her roommate who HAD been asleep until about 6 in the morning. She's nervous, and she wants to make sure she has everything in order. She's sweating like a pig in her gear, but if it means passing the exam then she guesses she'll have to wear it. She takes one more look around her dorm, crams her gloves into a side pocket of her pants, hangs her goggles around her neck, straps her Rising Sun to her hip, and gives Angelo a hug and a fur tousle before backing out of the room and closing the door behind her. Once it is, she spins on her heel and sprints down the hall and around the complex to the main directory, afraid to be late.-
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