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 Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 2:46 pm
-Rinoa grins and claps her hands.-
How sweet! So what's the verdict? Or is there another part to this?
-Her brow furrows, as she finally notices that Quistie's demeanor carries a little more with it than just being flustered.-
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 2:51 pm
The verdict? Uh.
she blinked, unsure of what you meant by that exactly.
Well, he did say he liked to do something with me again. If that's what you meant.
Quistis looked down at her hands, which were promptly fidgeting.
And he did stop by yesterday to see me. But.. he was probably just being nice.
There was an interesting thing to say about Seifer. Not many would describe him along the lines of 'Nice'.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 2:54 pm
Damned...velcro... Delan muttered within her skull as she waited in line with as what looked to be at least half of the other Balamb Garden students. She hated waiting to get food, but it was a hassle to go all the way down to Balamb just for a meal when you could eat right here in the cafeteria. So, whilst in the chatter of teenagers, Delan was jerking at the wrap on her left hand, the velcro stubborn and tough as it always had been. With a final yank she managed to tear it apart from the section already tied to her hand, and slowly did she re-wrap it at her wrist.
There... Gosh that took forever... Peeking through the few many heads in front of her, Delan managed to take a step forward as the people in front and behind her did the same. If everyone loves these hotdogs so much, why don't they have a fund raiser so that they won't run out all the time?
Positioning her hands on her elbows the turqoise-eyed girl stretched her arms in front of her without touching anyone, clenching her teeth together to not let out a yawn. I really need to stop staying up so late... Besides, I can just think of strategies in my head to help me fall asleep, not go on until two in the morning sketching them all out!
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 2:55 pm
Zell grumbled as he slumped down onto one of the Garden's benchs, he was right outside the Library and was beating himself for what had just happened. He smacked himself lightly with his palm and continued to do this for afew minutes before he stood and took of towards the Training Center, he was going to relieve some stress by beating some Grats to mush.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 3:04 pm
Nice? Seifer? ....NICE?
-Rinoa bursts into laughter.-
Quistie, if Seifer were NICE, he would be Squall. I don't think nice has anything to do with it. I think... that he's sweet on you.
-She chuckles and brings her knees to her chest, watching you gleefully.-
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 3:05 pm
The moment Squall stepped off the elevator, Headmaster Cid was there waiting for him. He suppressed the wince with a practiced ease. Headmaster Cid never came out to greet him unless there was some sort of assignment for him.
Good morning, Squall. I trust you had a good night?
Squall raised an eyebrow at that question, wondering what the older man was getting at.
"Rinoa said she wanted to hint that we did something last night, but what the hell?"
In answer to the headmaster's question, he just shrugged the way he always did.
That's all good and well, however, I have something for you. There's a meeting in Esthar later this week between all the Garden Headmasters. However, I can't make this meeting. Can you go in my place?
He crossed his arms and looked to the side. He didn't have anything planned, but he didn't like having these duties dropped on him so randomly.
"I bet Rinoa can't come. She's not going to like this."
He looked back to the headmaster. Sure, I can do it.
Thank you, Squall. Well, good day. Cid turned around and returned to his office.
Squall sighed, walked into his office, and sat down at his desk, empty of almost everything except a few files that were always there, his in and out boxes, and a framed picture of he and Rinoa on the right side of his desk, smiling; the picture having been snapped by Selphie at their surprise six-month anniversary party.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 3:11 pm
She felt her cheeks tingling from blushing so much, herself chuckling as she heard your laughter.
I suppose. But, he really was very kind with me. And... sweet.
Quistis wasn't exactly great at the girl-talk, but she was trying though doing nothing but feeling like a twelve-year-old girl with a crush.
Great dancer as well. a soft giggled followed.
Angelo sniffed the air then directed her nose to the carpet, moving along over to the door, seeming to know someone is outside. Quistis payed no attention to it as she continued on.
You know him better then I do. a small shrug, her eyes glancing over to you.
You really think he's sweet on me?
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 3:14 pm
Selphie giggled quietly at Rinoa's and Quitis's conversation. 'Oh! Quitis and Seifer. Juicy!' She thought to herself. Selphie let out another soft giggle still listening to their converstaion.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 3:18 pm
Zell let out a loud yell as the first Grat came barreling to the floor, as soon as he had entered the Training Center he came apon what he called "The Grat Gathering" atleast five groups of five Grats where clustered around and it was a good time to practice. He quickly punched the first one which caught there attenion but before they could react he flat out kicked the First Grat forward. With his Guardian Force enhanced strenght the Grat went flying into afew others and slammed against the fall, the first and last Grat in the Domino had been defeated, 3 more for this group.
The Grat's large tentacle appendages shot forward and Zell rushed forward through the barrage to set up a quick three shot combo, a punch upward, a uppercut and then a flying dropkick that sent the Grat into the Domino, another died. He landed with a thud and let out a small huff, that was fun but easy.
( Grat fights = teh fun )
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 3:39 pm
Gattsu entered the training center and drew his sword. He walked a few steps forward and noticed a couple of Grats looking the other way.Hmm... interesing.He put both hands on the handle of his heavy sword and brought it to his waist level, moving into position, preparing to make a horizontal slash and take both of them down.That would be too easy...He mumbled to himself. Instead he brought the sword above his head and slashed it straight down on top of one of them, slicing it clear in two. Come on! He shouted to the other one. Attack me!The Grat threw its vines at him, wrapping them around his sword. It seemed to think it now had the advantage. He chuckled for a second at this. His hands gripped the sword tightly as he cut through the vines of the grat, pulling hiw sword free. He leapt at the Grat with a diagonal slash, and landed on the other side of its remains.Hmm.. too easy...He sheathed his sword and decided to see if he could find someone who wanted to go with him to find a T - Rexuar to take on. This would prove much better practice. There is a chance he could take one on himself, but he wanted to get another to help him, just in case. His GF was a fire element, after all, so he wouldnt be able to utilize his summon ability against it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 3:58 pm
Zell stood there at the small bridge area, he had just punched a Grat into mush, literly. He stood there holding a potion in his right hand and sighed heavly, they where not all too tough but there numbers where greater then ever. He sighed and sat down, uncorked the bottle and drank.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 4:58 pm
Noticing a person yelping out in happiness, the boy immediately darted from the line, nearly inhaling the last hotdog. The twenty minutes Delan had spent standing there, she now didn't get to eat anything, and was too tired to try for something else. Dragging herself over to an empty table, she plopped down in the white chair, pulling a hair tie from her pocket and thrusting her hair up into a ponytail.
This blows... Now I have nothing to do. I needed food for body and brain power, so I can't go study nor go train! Angry at the punk who snatched the last dog, Delan hunched over and leaned over the surface of the clean table, stomach grumbling just as angrily as her thoughts were.
Delan ignored her appetite by watching the other students scatter, some taking a seat with their friends like she did alone while others left the mess hall for numerous reasons. And, for the very first time, something crossed the tall young woman's mind: why was she sitting there by her lonesome? She'd been at the Garden so long that you'd agree that she'd at least have one or two buddies, but apparently this was wrong. Delan had always been the quiet student who studied more than she actually talked in a week, but other than that there was no real reason for her lack of socializing.
Frowning a bit as her eyes followed three students (two of them wearing their SeeD uniforms), Delan felt sorry for herself. She was always so caught up with her own thoughts and her own opinions that she had neglected her peers all these years she had been at Garden. Blinking away as the trio laughed together, Delan met two close friends who were singing and holding each other farther away, a boy and a girl. She had never had someone like that, someone to fall on and practice anything with.
Finally she broke her eyes away from the cute scene, instead tracing imaginary lines on the spot in front of her. For the first time she was sickened at herself, telling herself how pathetic she must look to everyone else if they cared to notice. Delan didn't get herself paranoid from whispering groups that walked past her, but she just didn't have any intention on getting up and trying to make a friend who might have been as lonely as she was. The only thing holding her back from doing that was her gurgling stomach.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 5:03 pm
Shin walked in through the main entrance, bag slung over his shoulder..He looked around, and decided the gate man would be the best place to start..The martial artist walked over to the booth and rapped on it softly with the back of his hand... Excuse me, sir..
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 5:10 pm
Irvine was in the cafeteria, eating whatever the cooks had made. He hated hot dogs like he hated Zell...
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2004 5:14 pm
The old gate guard looked up at the boy, not recognizing him as a Garden student.
Mm? Yes, can I help you?
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