"The only person dallying far too long is you, beautiful. You need to wait on us this time." Seifer of course spoke with a loud voice like he always does. His attention turned to the instructor and his demanding demeanor, his attitude souring almost instantly. It wasn't that he hated orders, he just hates sitting around being useless. And apparently that's what the instructor wants him to do. He pressed his lips together, and willed himself to stay silent, for he knew if he spoke, him and Alistair would be at each others throat in seconds. A spit to the side told them just how much he disapproved. But this was his last chance to become SeeD, and he couldn't risk this loser instructor jeopardizing that.
Posted: Mon Aug 12, 2013 9:55 am
Senna Lloyd "The worse loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself." Age: 17 | Height: 5'4" Sentinel Balamb cadet/SeeD candidate; G 1797 Gil | HP 104 | MP 5 Weapon: Gloves (3) +1 Dmg Companion: N/A *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Steel Pressure:* *:Iron Resolve:* *:Metal Moon:*
"Yes, sir!" Senna and Tenaj exclaimed at their order, one less enthusiastic than the last. The cadet was a little upset she wasn't on par with either of the men who were muscle. She was disappointed and confident Instructor Alistair knew what he was doing by splitting everyone up like this. Tenaj wasn't battle-ready and Senna was a resident in this town making it imperative she fall behind the combat. She prayed taking care of the residents wouldn't bite her self-esteem.
She avoided eye contact with Seifer, his presence filling her shy exterior with the idea of being judged, and turned her attention to the smaller woman walking for the house. "My mana needs to recover..." The young sprite-like magi stated which had Senna's eyes cautiously curved in their line of vision to Seifer with uncertainty. "Do you have any mana recovery items or abilities?" Senna didn't; Seymour took all the technics who could help them out. Mana for a magi was important. She couldn't miss the miffed expression on the other girl's gentle visage. Tenaj must know this as well.
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Rory listened as the townsman they'd seen back at the gas station described what had happened with the Flan, how they had sprung up as if from no where and poured into the streets from the train station. That seemed unusual for Flan behavior, it sounded like the way rats fled from a sinking ship, or the way sheep fled from a wolf. Those gelatinous monsters weren't necessarily staging some overwhelming attack... They were running from something... well, as much as legless blobs can run.
He tuned in from his thoughtful reverie to the young man with the katana whom he'd taken as decently snarky and moderately arrogant. His apology might have been genuine. Or not. Rory didn't find that he particularly cared, but at least the effort allowed this new fellow Peyton Wright to return himself to the tall gunslinger's thoughts. "I am," his lip curled a little at the reference to the boy's sister. "I suppose I am particularly distinctive, although I'm afraid I don't know your sister. At least not personally."
Rory hadn't meant to sound like he had any intimate intentions towards the girl, who he genuinely could not recall whether or not he knew her. But then again, he was that sort of a player, and it slipped into his tone just a little. A sheepish smile followed before he turned his attentions to the rest of the group, rolling his eyes a little at Cadet Lloyd's almost over exuberant promise to find the man's daughter. Really? It's that blind foolishness that got us into that particular situation in the first place. Rory wouldn't have been surprised if the little blonde when rushing off somewhere yet again without settling on a plan with her teammates.
Instructor Alistair's curt tone cut through his distracted thoughts and reminded them that they were effectively on trial throughout this little endeavor to squash the Flan - literally. Without thinking about it, he straightened just a little like he used to when he was younger and being scolded by one of his tutors. Of course those particularly harsh tutors had regretted it in the end when Rory's gumption led him to surpass their teachings far more quickly than expected, however the case may not necessarily be similar with the Garden Instructor.
The notion of breaking the teams up left him with mixed feelings. On the one hand, he enjoyed the prospect of not having to be responsible for the irresponsible and careless blonde fighter, and while Peyton had been annoying at first, perhaps he had more redeeming qualities. However, Rory also wasn't utterly cruel or stupid, and the idea of leaving the girls behind with the blond newcomer who hadn't even bothered to lift his gunsword to assist against the Flan seemed in err. Of course, the Flan were near defeat, but the young man's attitude suggested a selfish nature, and the tall brunet boy wasn't convinced he would jump through any hoops to keep the girls out of trouble. But after that chiding from Seymour, he certainly wouldn't complain.
Exit Rorschach to Balamb Station.
Translations: N/A Non-uniform Attire: rorys bling Out Of Cartridges: EDITED**
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 12:26 pm
Neva Roen Tenaj
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." Age: 17 | Height: 4'11" Magi Trabia cadet/seeD candidate; G 1518 Gil | 200 HP | 15 MP (I don't know what her HP and MP are supposed to be.) Weapon: Staff (10); 1+ Adept Companion: N/A *:Arcana:* *:Maiden's Kiss:* *:Angel's Wings:* *:Holy Charm:*
Neva truly lost her mind if she thought the swordsman would humor her in exposing any items he made have on his person. The young woman hated how she was not prepared for this mission, yet she didn't foresee the quick consumption of her mana. It was infuriating to be grouped with this outspoken individual--was there malice underlying the interpersonal countenances of the Garden instructors? The saving grace to all of this was the ability to overshadow the blonde like a mentor and rate her character until the coast was clear.
Senna's personality was not cut out to be a solider. Her innocence provided Tenaj with more questions to why she joined the Garden(s) and to how long she trained for her goal? The magi may be surprised by the fighter's passion for helping others than attending her duty but knew Senna was venturing through that lair the incorrect way.
'She understands what she can and cannot do now...' The magic user mused through observation, watching the girl's posture and patient alert demeanor, pensively. This girl was a virgin to confident treks into her daily life--was she chastising herself behind her beautiful sapphires?
"Let's check the house..." She half-muttered her leader-like announcement to the blondes serving as her guards and yanked on the opened sleeve of the male's jacket to follow. Her words snapped the fighter out of whatever thoughts she may have, bringing her to step with her in time, and received a low agreement. The teenagers approached the house in hurried footfall said to be the source of the screaming. Seifer can come with them when he's ready though if he knew best, he would be a centimeter behind the pair entering the residence. Neva wouldn't let him strike out either of their names off the candidate list.
((Tenaj and Senna leave the streets, enters the residence))
((Ooc: Tenaj tugged on his jacket, but it's open-ended where he either complied and let her drag him along, he fought her off and joined them on his own time.))
Seifer sneered at Alistair's back, his blade tapping on his shoulder in annoyance, spitting to the side again. "Ya, ya." He muttered, turning to Senna as she addressed him, a brow raising on his face. His gaze flitted to Tenaj for a few seconds. "Great I get the midgets....." He muttered before answering her question. "Hmmm Ya... Actually I do, 3 Spirit Salves. Who needs'um? Might as well not have you both getting useless on me, you especially mini-midget." Seifer turned his attention to Tenaj when she gave an order, "Hey! I give the orders, I'm squad leader." But he was being tugged now towards the house. Once he stole his sleeve back he continued to follow them. "Fine, we'll see who was stupid enough not to join the evacuation team and waste our time on them, why not?!" Seifer hadn't heard the screaming when it happened so he had no idea that Tenaj was leading him towards that purpose, he supposed it was just random.
Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 1:25 pm
Chibi Peachy
Trance Harper
Nauscica
((We don't have a section dedicated to houses so any thing happening in the house has to have [In House] at the bottom of the post. Those not in the house can ignore these posts.))
Upon entering the residence, the party comes across a woman with a broom fending off.. a moomba? When the old woman came at it with a broom, it zoomed under a table, kicking it up as it got out the other side and knocking the old woman down... There was a crash in the Kitchen! The old woman moaned and held her hip. "Oooh.. Oooh my hip... Y.. You there! Your from the garden? Get that... Filthy thing out of my HOUSE!" She bellowed, there was another crash from the kitchen. "Oh my poor china."
Senna Lloyd "The worse loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself." Age: 17 | Height: 5'4" Sentinel Balamb cadet/SeeD candidate; G 1797 Gil | HP 104 | MP 5 Weapon: Gloves (10) +1 Dmg Companion: N/A *biggrinraw Magic:* *:Steel Pressure:* *:Iron Resolve:* *:Metal Moon:*
Senna's foot paused in mid-air as the unfolding scene halted the urgency surging energy through her system. 'A...moomba?!' The child-sized lion-like creatures weren't common around Balamb from the blonde's perspective. Was there an environmental crisis occurring in the world which prompted the flan and this monster to terrorize citizens? She didn't want to laugh at the woman's frightened demeanor and stifled the amusement the best she can. The blonde and healer bounced in reflex at the sound of glass shattering about the floor.
"Yes, ma'am..." Senna said then drew her eyes to the traditional staff-user who shrugged her shoulders calmly. Working in near sync yet owning mixed emotions--Tenaj not healing the woman automaticaly to relieve one stressor for the owner to complain about--the girls stepped into the kitchen in an attempt to try to distract the pesky--and adorable--animal from reeking havoc. "W-what's wrong, little guy? Are you hungry?"
"It may not understand you, Senna," Tenaj mumbled to her partner-in-crime. The cadet may have a point; neither of them knew if Moomba understood their language.
The creature stared at them from under the breakfast nook in the corner of the kitchen, staring up at them as the old woman continued b***h as she slowly got up and moved away to sit on a couch. When Senna and Tenaj approached it nimbly climbed up from under the nook and jumped its way to the kitchen island, grabbing a pot that was hanging off of a hook and throwing it at them. It threw a coffee cup as well, at Senna.
The team leader looked down at the old woman, a sneer crossing his face. But he shook his head as she moved out of the way. The flying pan nearly hit Seifer in the face as he dodged to the side, it clattered against the wall. "God damn ******** vermin!" He growled, stepping forward to swipe his Gunblade at it, the creature gave a hiss and jumped up at him, slicing the side of his face before jumping off of him and to the cabinets. Seifer reeled back with a yelp and touched the side of his face. "Damn it! Little ********. I'm gonna skin you alive!"
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Seifer missed! Moomba attacked Seifer for 24 damage, and knocks him back! Seifer is bleeding! Being dealt 4 damage for 3 turns!
Peyton Deuil Wright "Unwavering should be your conviction. Forge it with courage, temper it with retribution, and it will create a blade firmer than any steel." Age: 16 | Height: 5'6" Technic Galbadia Garden SeeD Candidate; G 1219 Gil | HP 200 | MP 15 Weapon: Katana (12) +1DEF Companion: N/A *:Omni-Tool:* *:Ancient Way:* *:Meridian:* *biggriniable Manière:*
"Oh do not fret about it, at least until you meet her. Then you should be prepared to get shot. Hahaha." He gave such a lighthearted laugh there quite nearly was an undertone of... something. His amusment faded just as quickly however, as though it was on an off switch. At the instructor's shout for attention, Peyton straightened up, feet snapping together. He stared straight ahead until Alistair was done giving orders, then he relaxed as they he was reassigned into a new squad, of which he could not complain. He turned to follow the instructor to their destination.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 4:00 pm
Neva Roen Tenaj
"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." Age: 17 | Height: 4'11" Magi Trabia cadet/seeD candidate; G 1518 Gil | 200 HP | 15 MP (I don't know what her HP and MP are supposed to be.) Weapon: Staff (10); 1+ Adept Companion: N/A *:Arcana:* *:Maiden's Kiss:* *:Angel's Wings:* *:Holy Charm:*
Tenaj barely side-stepped the thrown pot flying past her head and smirked haughtily at the almost knockout given to the dense one in its stead. [It] teaches him what karma may throw on him for his steel-headedness. Now his face bled the color of sunlight. The moomba was more of a handful than the woman imagined; the old woman's exclaims seemed to be justified by this squirmy beast. She can let him suffer until his cells clotted the blood themselves.
"What are we doing?" Senna asked after ducking out of the path of the coffee cup.
Interrupting Seifer's likely call to mutilate the beast, the magi tilted the tip of her staff to the dangling monster domineeringly. "Short and simple: We should wear it out then find a way to transport it out of the town. Seifer, as leader, you should listen to your comrades. There must be reasons why this moomba is here in the first place."
The lion anthropomorphic gave another hiss at Seifer as it opened a cabinet and started to throw dishes at the trio. One slammed into the wall and shattered, another shot past them completely and into the hall behind them, knocking over a vase. Sending the pottery plant to mess dirt and plant matter on the floor. Another yet shot further and completely crashed through a window to hit some unaware Flan outside, who had been precariously on a roof. Once hit with the pan, the Flan fell down into a drum of Vinegar that was left open, and proceeded to die a slow painful death as the acidity of the vinegar broke apart the greasy slimy Flan matter.
Seifer ducked as the Moomba continued to throw dishes and cookery at them, looking to Tenaj. "Riiiiiight..." He picked up the previous pan that had almost hit him earlier and threw it at the Moomba. Who gave a yowl as it fell into the kitchen sink, as it struggled to get itself out of the sink, it turned on the water, and the spray nozzle, proceeding to unintentionally spray water everywhere.
Finally got up from the sink, to find the girl's hand going towards his neck. The eyes of the Moomba watched her and when her wrist was near his neck he would bite. But not before she was able to push the pressure point that caused a drowsiness to come over the creature, it's teeth would slacken immediately, and it fell on the floor.
Seifer had moved out of the way of the spraying water, and turned to act. Senna it seemed, had taken care of it. The Cadet watched as the creature slumped and fell to the floor. "Tch... Too easy..." He looked back to the old woman, who was taking out her knitting. "Hey! Took care of your problem, granny." The old woman looked at him, "You did no such thing you hooligans! Look at the mess! Fix my kitchen! And my window! And call a doctor! I think I'm having a stroke!" But upon inspection, she did not look to have symptoms of a stroke, as she had full control of both hands. The knitting needles nimbly working on her old bony fingers, she was knitting a scarf, it was the color green. Nice scarf. "And make me some Soup! Not that god awful Ray-man soup that you tikes always eat, either! That's too salty!"
Seifer sneers. "Tch.. Yeah right." He looks to the girls. "Do whatcha want, I'm leaving."
