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 Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 11:14 am
  This RP is for Infi and Raven, and anyone invited to join in! Please no posty without an invite~!
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Posted: Thu Mar 08, 2007 11:26 am
She stared at the water, her head tilted slightly. The water was going crazy in the deeps, and she'd been searching for a way to get across it for a good hour, at least, wandering up and down the bank and examining the shallows of the water and pondering a way to get across. She really didn't want to go around and lose all that time, but it didn't look like the swell was going to do down for a while. Maybe if she went upstream, the swell would go down and she'd save time by going across where the water wasn't quite so hard?
Quistis Trepe felt very, very frustrated.
Not that she had anyplace horribly specific to be, after all, she knew almost no-one. She'd met... hmmm.... all of about 4 of the people in this land, aside from the multitude of soquili who lived in the camp she'd been dragged to? It was strange to her too- this body she was in was 4-legged, and she was so awkward, like a foal. It was perplexing, having to relearn everything. The truth of who she had once been, and the memories, niggled in the back of her mind, taunting and teasing.
Where had she lived before, she wondered, that she would so easily be able to instruct a precocious little alicorn filly about little things in battle, when she could barely walk without tripping over her own feet? Why was she encumbered by these human-esque... things... and WHY would she be holding a weapon so obviously useless in her hooves? And even more, why be so attatched? She was learning to hold it in her mouth, but her neck hardly had the mobility that the weapon truly needed to be effective.
With a frustrated little noise, barely audible, Quistis switched her attention back to the matter at hand- walking up the river, hoping for a break in the water- or that her trip wouldn't take too long.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 1:47 pm
He'd spotted her walking along the river quite a while ago. Naturally, Seifer hadn't presented himself to Quistis at the first opportunity, instead, waiting until she appeared to be completely wrapped up in her own concerns, rather than in keeping an eye out on what was going on around her. Careless mare. She should know better than to wander alone, unprotected, and oblivious to the world around her. She should know better than to focus on herself and her thoughts in a place where her vulnerability became all too apparent.
Apparently she didn't.
Quistis Trepe, his former 'mentor', 'teacher'-- she kept walking about, apparently attempting to find a place where she could trek across the river without fear of death. And she was by herself. Seifer couldn't help but smirk ever so slightly as he trotted towards her. Surprises appeared to be on the menu for today, and if he played his cards correctly, he might be rewarded by being able to startle her out of her thought process and into something more physical and dangerous-- like the swollen river.
He didn't bear any real enmity towards his former teacher. True, she'd caused him considerable distress and frustration. True, she represented an organization he'd hated, one who'd taken away his dream, his purpose for being. True, she'd been one of those who'd stood against him and his Lady. But he didn't bear any real enmity towards her. She'd been doing her job, just as he'd been doing his. A civil arrangement.
Which is why, when he tried to startle her, he'd make sure she wasn't in danger of death. He just wanted to scare her, make her suffer a little.
And... now. Just behind her and slightly further away from the river, Seifer called out to her, "Well, well. If it isn't Instructor Trepe," wondering if the response he'd elicit would be enough for his plan.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 5:11 pm
"Well, well. If it isn't Instructor Trepe."
Quistis froze, not moving a muscle. She knew that voice. Knew that tone, and that name. And it niggled, in that part of her brain that said it could remember, if she could. She turned, the words coming out of her mouth before she could stop them, before she could understand what they were saying. "Well, well. If it isn't my not-so-dearest student." Cool blue eyes rose to meet the shocking blue of another's eyes.
A stallion slood there, blonde-maned and blue-eyed, with a scar that slashed across his face. He was winged, and wearing clothing like she herself, only his was an eerily familiar jacket- and she could hear his voice, saying words she'd never heard. "...Instructor." "I hate it when people wish me luck." "Save those words for a bad student that needs them, eh?" "Take care of this mess! Instructor and Mr. Leader!" "Instructor Trepe, I'm still one of your dearest students, aren't I?"
She almost shook her head, trying to focus on the now, not the things swimming just out of reach. She knew this male, knew him somehow, but now was not the time to get caught up in vague, half-formed memories of another life. "I believe you have me at a disadvantage." she said back, voice calm and composed. "I don't believe I know your name." But she knew that jacket, the cross, could see the shadowy figures next to her she knew as friends, as family, and knew... Hyperion.
She shifted her weight, still distracted, but she was too close to the river, and too unfocused to keep her balance. Her hooves slipped in the water-wet grass and she slipped, going down in a tumble to land in the swollen water, the current shoving at her heavy body.
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 2:37 pm
"Don't know my name? You wound me, Instructor," Seifer laughed quietly as he watched Quistis struggling at the water. "Come on, Instructor! You know me." After all, if she didn't, there was something viciously wrong with the world. Moreso than usual.
After all, it was difficult to imagine someone forgetting him. Someone like Quistis who had a memory for each and every one of her students, including a laundry list of their screw-ups and their mistakes. Someone who's grown up with you... you don't just forget them. Unless you're foolish.
And Seifer wasn't used to thinking of Quistis as foolish...
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Posted: Wed Apr 04, 2007 4:40 pm
She shoved herself out of the current, her long blonde hair soggy. "Unfortunately, no, I don't." she eyed the stallion with baleful blue eyes, cool as ice, unsure if she disliked him, or if the heat rising in her chest was because someone KNEW her. "If I knew you before, or if I have done you some wrong in the past, I do apoloigize. Unfortunately, one cannot make up for a wrong they don't remember committing." Her voice was like ice as well, and she was composed, as if her unfortunate tumble had never happened.
Oh, but she did, on some level, and her cool lie wavered, telling him truth. She didn't know his name, but she knew him, on a visceral level that came from long time contact with another being.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 12:39 am
She looked surprisingly good, mussed like that. Seifer found himself scanning her as one might scan a particularly tasty patch of grass, cool water after a long run-- something that could be so easily devoured. "You apologize, hm? Even though you don't know what you're apologizing for? I think that makes you something of a fool." How could one apologize for what they didn't remember committing? How could she think to apologize after she'd stolen his everything from him?
"For some reason, I'm not inclined to accept your apology, Instructor. Truth be told, I'd much rather you didn't pretend to apologize until you figure out what you're saying," Seifer fluttered his wings slightly, stretching them. "After all, you wouldn't want to say the wrong thing and end up in trouble, would you?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 8:50 am
Her head lifted indignantly as she felt his eyes scan her, like one would... an apple at market. "I can say I'm sorry, if I feel sympathy for you. Pity you." Somehow she didn't think he'd like those words at all. "And I do. If that makes me a fool, then so be it." She stretched herself out, hating the extra weight that the water added onto her. Cool blue eyes slid over the winged stallion, feeding the niggling in her mind. A face like stone hid the frantic whirring of her mind. "But if you prefer I wait to apologize until I remember who you are, I'll be more than happy to save it." She moved closer to him, further away from the edge of the bank, and the roiling, laughing river. "And as I said before, you unfortunately have the advantage of me. You seem to know who I am. Who are you?"
She moved past him, ignoring the uncomfortable dampness, and kept a careful blue eye on him. "You're very familiar to me, but I can't quite place you." He annoyed her to no end, and made her blood boil. He'd been a vexation, a challenge, and she'd had power over him. Here she had nothing, not even the memories of what they may have been to each other to grant her more than a slippery hold on what he seemed to think she was. WHO he seemed to think she was.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 2:08 pm
"I think I've given you enough clues, Instructor," Seifer smirked. "If you can't remember from here, you must've been hit over the head harder than it appears." Her pity? He didn't need nor want her pity. He pitied her on several levels-- she didn't know what it was to have a true dream, didn't know what it was like to see past the obvious and into the truth of the matter. She never would know.
What did she have he didn't have? If she didn't have anything that he didn't, couldn't have, how could she pity him? It rankled him, but he refused to let it show on his face, instead just watching her.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 2:25 pm
He said she'd done something to him... what had she done in that past life that made the stallion in front of her hate her so? She didn't know, couldn't guess. A hoof stomped in frustration. "Well then, if you're not going to answer my questions, do stop playing games and go away now." her voice was cool, composed, and her dismissal of the male was clear. She couldn't stand this game, not when she knew, not when everything about him was dancing just out of reach. Except one name. Hyperion. And she knew it wasn't his name, no, he had another name, teasing just out of memory, along with other names she knew were important to her.
Like him.
No, she didn't think she'd ever liked him, not the way that would have made a difference, but he had been someone terribly important. Not her favorite student though, no. Quistis couldn't imagine either that she'd ever been his instructor, like he called her. She barely had the patience to teach. Her head tilted and she eyed him, blue eyes gone almost blank with concentration on the things she did know. The things he made her remember.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 3:03 pm
Ah, so she was thinking about it now, was she? How amusing. She was trying to remember what she'd forgotten-- though, knowing her, she'd fail, and he'd be left frustrated again. Only Squall seemed to remember, and that didn't really matter to Seifer. Squall was a child, and Seifer had no patience for him.
"Do you really want me to go away, Instructor?" Seifer asked mockingly. "Or do you just not like what I represent, want to distance yourself from your failure."
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 10:23 pm
She sniffed, head tilting proudly. "Why yes, actually, I think I do. You're playing all sorts of games with me, and I fear, Mr. Scar, that I don't have the patience for it." her voice was a surly snap, annoyed by .... well.... A lot of things. At the top of them was the icy cool glint of his eyes staring out at her from another face, and saying words she couldn't hear.
Important words she couldn't remember.
And she couldn't let down her guard enough to figure it out. He'd mock her- he'd look down on her, and that was not, NOT where she wanted to be. She'd had quite enough of that aloready. Quistis Trepe was used to not knowing about her past, but she wasn't used to being mocked with it by someone who did.
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Posted: Fri Apr 20, 2007 10:32 pm
"And you think that you telling me to do something is going to get me to do it?" Seifer smirked, shaking his head slightly. "You really don't know what to do about me, do you? You have no idea about what the hell's going on. I feel sorry for you, Instructor. You've fallen so far, so fast. Not that surprising-- you've been on a slippery slope since you got fired."
And she had been. Teaming up with Squall, seeking to destroy the one who'd raised her-- and even foregoing her own thoughts and wants in lieu of taking someone else's. She'd fought a war that wasn't hers to fight.
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Posted: Sat Apr 21, 2007 4:39 am
Quistis gave him a mildly baleful look. "I get the distinct feeling that nothing could make you do anything without your express permission." she admitted, sounding quite grumpy, if she could say so. "And I know small things about you." she admitted slowly. "Vague things. I remember the way your voice sounds, and the way your lip will curl, just so. And I know the name on your jacket. But I don't remember you, no. But if it's any consolation, I don't really remember me either." She watched him quietly. Fired? How could she have been fired? She hadn't been employed.... but he did call her instructor.
A failed instructor.
Her own voice rang out in laughter, angry, self-deprecating. "Yes, you know much more about me, and make me remember things I'm not sure I want to." her head tilted at him. "Was what I did to you really that cruel? Was what I did to you really that personal that you'd look at me with such hateful eyes right now?" But she was sure it wasn't just one insult, one injury. It had been... a long time of them. A mix of them, over that long period of knowing him, that had turned him into someone that hated her. But how could she have forgotten?
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