Commander

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[lionofbalamb]

{OoC: Sorry for poofing! I'm moving out to university next week, so this last few weeks has been full of hectic preparation. I'll get back into threads here soon. ; 3 ;¡}

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME : RELUCTANT ALLIES .   」 * change pronouns as needed .

’ don’t get in my way. ’

‘ being assigned to the same mission doesn’t make us friends. ’

‘ don’t play friendly with me. ’

‘ i work alone. ’

‘ try to keep up. ’

‘ do what you want. i’m not going to babysit you. ’

‘ it’s my mission, i’m in charge. ’

‘ follow my lead. ’

‘ i’m following you. ’

‘ i have never heard such a stupid plan. ’

‘ great. you’re going to get us all killed. ’

‘ thanks for the advice. ’

‘ watch yourself! ’

‘ got your six. ’

‘ i’ve got your back. ’

‘ try not to die! or do, i don’t care. ’

‘ don’t get blood on my floor. ’

‘ can you attract any more attention to us!? ’

‘ this was supposed to be a stealth mission. ’

‘ they didn’t tell me i’d be working with an idiot. ’

‘ i hate this just as much as you, but we have to see this through. ’

‘ i’m not doing this for you. ’

‘ i’m just following orders. ’

‘ stay with me! ’

‘ let’s not make a habit of this. ’

‘ you could’ve gotten yourself killed. ’

‘ pay attention. ’

‘ if it comes between you or the mission, i’m choosing the mission. without question. ’

‘ i will leave you behind. ’

‘ i’m not leaving you behind. ’

‘ you started this thing with me, you’re ending it with me. ’

‘ we make a pretty good team. ’

‘ maybe we should do this more often. ’

‘ when this mission started, i didn’t like you… still don’t. ’

‘ you’re not so bad yourself. ’

‘ try me. ’

‘ don’t push my buttons. ’

[ohisms]

↪     𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ .    (  a  collection  of  various unsorted question prompts .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .   will  be  updated  frequently .  )

are you kidding me ?

[ name ] ,  what just happened ?

hey !  what’d you do that for ?

did you plan on ever telling me ?

do you want to tell me the truth ,  this time ?

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

did you know about this ?

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

can we talk ?  alone ?

why are you doing all of this ?

it can’t be that bad ,  right ?

haven’t you heard the stories ?

who did this to you ?

what are you insinuating ?

what did you think was gonna happen ?!

you think i could do something like that ?

who do you think you are ?

why won’t you let me help you ?

do you have any evidence of that ?

can we put away our differences for a second ?

where have you been ? 

is that  …  blood ?

what’s your problem ?

are you real ?

where’s your sense of adventure ?

would you kill for me ?

you’re  [ name ] ,  aren’t you ?

why can’t you just let it go ?

do you want me to stay ?

what if we left  …  ran away ?

what else was i supposed to do ?

how did you get this scar ?

could you give me a hand with this ?

do you ever stop talking ?

you’ve never done this before ,  have you ?

where do you think you’re going ?

how many fingers am i holding up ?

what can i say to make it better ?

why can’t we all just get along ?

can i stay the night ?

what’s that supposed to mean ?

where did your common sense go ?

you seriously don’t believe me ?

what aren’t you telling me ?

do you have a minute ?

why are you lying ?

you’re gonna walk away from this ?

where am i supposed to go ?

can we stop and think about this rationally ?

how long has it been since you’ve slept ?

why can’t we be civil about this ?

what makes you so special ?

where is all of this coming from ?

how are we gonna get out of here ?

you’ll never leave me ,  right ?

were you in on this ?

care to join me for a bit ?

shows what you know ,  doesn’t it ?

do you want to get out of here ?

what were you expecting to happen ?

what are you working on ?

i can tell you’re upset ,  what happened ?

when can i see you again ?

where do we go from here ?

can you sit up for me ?

how long have you been awake ?

what are you getting out of this ?

can we put this behind us ?

where are you ?  nobody’s heard from you .

how can i make this go away ?

were you following me ?

where does it hurt ?  show me .

[ name ] ,  what the hell ?

hey  …  can i ask you something ?

you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ?

really ?  you’re gonna do that right here ?

are you even listening to me ?

we can help each other ,  right ?

hey  …  did you hear that ?

you have no idea who i am ,  do you ?

how long have you known ?

what exactly are you asking me to do ?

how was i supposed to know that ?

are you new around here ?

can you stop and listen to me for a second ?

do you think there’s something wrong with me ?

what ,  you think i’m not qualified ?

why did you help me ?

can you just look at me ,  please ?

what can i do to convince you ?

where did we go wrong ?

oh my god ,  are you bleeding ?

why the long face ?

are you trying to get yourself killed ?

what do you make of this ?

how much do you wanna bet ?

you’re sure this will work ?

why are you so concerned about me ?

what are you trying to prove ?

did you ever care about me ?

are you drunk ?

isn’t this amazing ?

how long have you been standing there ?

what are you suggesting ?

why are you such a pessimist ?

did you know them ?

can we call it a day ?

where did you come from ?

[sunny-explosions]

“You know what time of the year it is? Time to cover every inch of Garden in sparkly lights and ornaments and every bit of holiday decor I can get my hands on! You wanna help out? I’ll make it worth your while!”

[lionofbalamb]

“Uh...” Great. The holidays. He supposed he was free, anyhow. And it reminded him of the old days. “...Sure. I guess. Better than staring at paperwork all day. Where do you want me?” 

[lionofbalamb]

evcryopeneye​:

The last time she had felt this level of adrenaline coupled with ‘we need to get the hell out of here,’’ had been their SeeD exam. Their escape had been fuelled almost entirely by pure adrenaline, Selphie couldn’t even explain the exhaustion she’d felt after, like someone had literally zapped all of the life out of her limbs. She could feel the same feeling now. Even the cold purity of Shiva didn’t take the edge of it, even if the cure spell was enough to slap a bandaid onto a wound long enough they could escape, she knew relief was temporary, pain would return, and then they would be in a whole other world of difficulty.

Even with all of that, he was reassuring, thankful that he still seemed to have his wits about him, mostly because she didn’t feel like she had. It was unsettling to say the least. As fast as she could, she began slotting events together in her mind. Like a jigsaw puzzle. Trying to straighten them out in her mind and find some solid ground (metaphorically) to beginning drawing conclusions off, and plans on. A plan of action was only as accurate as the facts you used to make your decisions.

A shaking breath as Selphie leaned against the wall, her eyes looked up, trying to identify the sounds above them on the balcony. A spike of adrenaline kept her still. Waiting and hoping that the sounds began to get quieter again. They were stuck in between a rock and a hard place. Thankfully, they seemed to have dodged at least one bullet tonight. While she managed to hold her opinion about Sorceress sympathisers together for the time being, the look on her face probably said it all. The ever cheerful and kind Selphie wrinkled her nose.

“Is it Minister in on it?” Seemed like the easy conclusion to make, even if Selphie didn’t really want to think about it in that way. Laguna had a dangerous job after all. Any number of people would be willing to backstabbing him for their own gain. That was, after all, politics…right?

A long, thoughtful exhale left Squall’s lips, and his expression hardened as she spoke. Pulling away and ceasing his spell for fear of giving their location away, Squall looked across the courtyard, sighing at all the dense foliage Laguna liked to keep. Reminded him of the ‘good old days,’ apparently. Not it would give them cover, but when they exited the garden? It would expose them in an instant. Pinching the bridge of his nose, his jaw ground together for a moment before he finally responded. “Yeah. Gotta be. Else the whole place wouldn’t be buzzing with sympathizers. Picking a day when Laguna was out checking on the Moon cleanup was a clever plan, honestly.” Not that he should be complimenting their enemies, but the situation was impressive. Shouting came from the distance, and Squall tried to formulate their next moves. “We’ll go through the garden, and once we’re out, we have to travel back through the building to get to the exit. Going through the front exit is a bad idea, we should take a round-about way and head for the transit station. We can hop off in the restaurant district for now, and wait till things calm down. They’ll be forced to retreat sooner or later; Esthar guards will chase them out.”  

Straightening himself, he reaffirmed his grip on Revolver and pulled up another spell; float. If they could avoid touching the ground, they could move more silently. “Can you walk?” he asked just as the magic surged through his arms and he felt himself lift off the ground some few inches. Turning to Selphie, he called up another float spell, hoping the lifting effect would take some weight off her wounds as well. “We’re gonna make a break for it. They know we’re down here, so we can’t stay much longer.” 

[lionofbalamb]

{OoC; Addressing some issues. This is a drama free blog. I’ve had other blogs in the past, but this blog itself is new. I’m not pretending to be a new person, I’ve got a new blog. I am not trying to get close to anyone by roleplaying with their mututals. In fact, I blocked that specific person on everything and removed them from my life. I want nothing to do with them. I hope I never have to see them again, because they ended up pitching a fit when I was roleplaying with other people. I’m not trying to sneak my way back into their lives by existing on Tumblr. I will continue to exist on tumblr. This person will not chase me off muses I’ve had for 3 years now just because they don’t happen to like me. They think I’m obsessed with them, when in reality, I just want to RP how I used to.  I’m not letting anyone think they have the right to chase me off a platform. I will remain on this blog, and I’m formally putting out there that I want NOTHING to do with this person, and all I want is just to RP. If you’re mutuals with them, I couldn’t care less. That has nothing to do with me. Be friends with whoever you want. I already blocked them, so what does it matter to me? Thank you for your time.} 

[evcryopeneye]

@lionofbalamb​​ asked: “ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “ (For Selphie) 

“Shit…” She had been injured before, but not like this. The fall had been pretty substantial, she was sure that her ankle was broken, but she was beaten and bruised…thankfully that felt like all. The adrenalin in her system made her reach for her weapon, a shaking hand scrambled for it. Feeling immediate relief as her hand wrapped around red painted wood, warm, familiar. Safe. In the moments when the shit really hit the fan, she felt a strange sense of comfort in her weapon. An extension of herself and her magic.

Squall’s presence however, came as a surprise.

Brown eyes watched him for a moment, wide as she tried to make sense of the ambush. They were trained to deal with this shit. This wasn’t even the first time they had been ambushed together…but this was the first time she’d been surprised by it. “Yeah…yeah…” Unsteady on her feet she pulled herself up, a sharp spike through her side as she moved, it dragged a gasp out of her before she looked down, yellow dress stained red, “oh…wow.” That stunned her. Selphie stared at it, trying to work out if she’d been impaled by something as she fell off the balcony, or if she’d been shot. Did it really matter right now?

“We need to go…” a nod of agreement. Though she was dazed and rattled enough that she wasn’t entirely sure where ‘out’ of here was. So much so that she reached for him, fingers desperately grabbed at the fabric of his jacket, trying to hold herself upright as the adrenalin from the fight started its near vertical crash.  “How did they know where we were?” This operation had been planned carefully…while it took some balls to ambush them, Selphie couldn’t decide if the team were skilled or insane, to attempt it.

[lionofbalamb]

Shiva was anxious in the back of his mind, flittering about like an icy fae. He could feel her urgency; almost like she sensed something he didn’t, and the frown that was already on his features only deepened. Yeah, he wasn’t supposed to be out here with them. He was the Commander; he rarely went on missions that weren’t A-Rank these days. But something about this entire operation wasn’t sitting right with him. The job just didn’t seem like it was that simple. His intuition had apparently been proven right, as unfortunate as that reality was. He couldn’t keep hanging back when he saw the ambush and watched Selphie fall, unwilling to let someone so close to him go down. Not like this. So he’d leapt out from behind his cover and rushed to meet her, Revolver clutched in one hand while the other gripped her arm as he tried to help her up.

His gaze flew down to the bloodied mess that was seeping into her dress, and his heart instantly sunk. Calling up a cure spell; not the most effective, but the quickest and easiest to cast, he prayed it would be enough to stop the bleeding until they had a proper moment to themselves. Her delicate, yet strong fingers clutched into his jacket, and he twisted to move his body so he was supporting the full of her weight. Fingers tingled with a brilliant, starry light as he cast his spell, watching her skin glow with the purity of it. He stayed quiet for a moment, feeling the cool, soothing sensation wash from his hands into her, praying the situation could wait for just long enough to get her out of danger.

“I got you,” he mumbled, trying to sound as reassuring as he possibly could, “I got you, Selphie. Just wait a sec.” Squall said, eyes flashing an icy colour as he summoned up Shiva’s strength. Hearing how dazed she was, Squall leaned them both closer against the wall, hoping that his spell wasn’t bright enough to give away their location. The dead of night was only advantageous if you managed not to give yourself away. Looking around wildly, Squall wanted to curse himself for not taking up Laguna’s offer to walk around the pavilion with him. Had he known this operation would end up in such a mess, at least he could properly navigate through Esthar’s increasingly complicated streets.  “It felt like a setup to me from the beginning. That’s why I’m here.” He explained, answering her questions as quietly as he reasonably could. The sound of men shouting and footsteps crashing against the balcony above them hushed his whispers, eyes darting above them. He stiffened, waiting in pure silence before the sounds finally passed. Had they seen them? It was hard for him to say. “Meeting Laguna about the old Sorceress sympathizers in Esthar is one thing, but meeting his ministers instead? Laguna would want to talk about this personally, not send someone else to do it.” 

[lionofbalamb]

aeniqmata​:

It had been so obvious when the man had taken the seat behind him. He might look young enough to pass as maybe a delinquent that had been held back a few times, but the other man wouldn’t fool him. He’d seen him around the Citadel, before he moved into his apartment. Hanging around Cor, around others in the ‘Guard, it was clear he was part of their forces in one way or another. Figures that someone would be found to act the part of his guard without raising too much suspicion. 

Not that it was really working too well.

Girls spent way too much time staring at the new hottest guy in class, the news that the prince was very firmly batting for the other team saving him from most unwanted attention. While he didn’t expect the soldier to know why he was getting glances, it wasn’t a mystery to Noctis. The other half of the glares were from the guys, not trusting the new meat, or trying to see if he was someone to worry about or if he was good for targeting. It was a fight he would be happy to watch, seeing just how quickly a trained soldier could take out a bunch of high schoolers.

Though the brunet jumping slightly at the bell wasn’t obvious to most, he sat behind him and the training he’d been receiving would have him shoot out of his seat and out the window in a hot second if he didn’t already know the other. Instead, he startled as well, before turning around to give the other a look before he actually spoke.

“ It’s just a bell. It’s not going to hurt you. If anything, the girls are more likely to get you with that act you are putting on. “ A pause, and a small smile showed for a moment before it disappeared behind his normal mask of indifference. “ Honestly just be normal and tell them that you’re gay. They’ll leave you be. “ It hadn’t been a lie for him, but he’d seen plenty of others use it to get out of the unwanted advances.

Though… he’d only seen that outside school. Maybe it wouldn’t work here. But it’d be entertaining if they adopted the other as their token gay friend. 

Of all the things he hadn’t been expecting, this certainly was at the forefront of the list. The way Noctis started alongside him suggested he at least had some brains in there; but that should be expected, considering the royal education that accompanied this... drivel. What threw the Glaive off wasn’t that; however, but what came out of the prince’s mouth next. A subtle breath inflated his lungs, eyes widening just a bit to betray the sense of shock fluttering through his bones. To anyone looking at him right now, his expression had barely shifted in the slightest. But if it were someone who knew him, they’d be able to tell he was truly thrown for a loop.

“I--” was not expecting those kinds of words to come out of a prince’s mouth, but here we are,”--what?” he said rather dumbly, unsure of whether or not his brain had just invented that entire interaction. He used to have a girlfriend, thank-you-very-much. Although she was currently missing, he still liked to think that didn’t change much. But still, he hadn’t had this kind of problem since before he left his Garden. Stark blue eyes wandered the room, finally catching a few nervously meaningful glances from some of the girls. He wasn’t very good at reading the room when it came to that, so he felt a wave of appall rush over him.

“Starting rumours isn’t gonna help anything, either.” He finally mumbled, tearing his eyes away before he caught a few aggravated looks from the boys in the class. Dammit, not this again. He was just lucky Seifer wasn’t here, or he’d be starting shit left and right. “How is that remotely being normal? I--”confusion swept his muted features as he pinched the bridge of his nose again, realizing the situation was socially dire. And he was as adept at being social as a fish was at breathing out of water. “...Look, I appreciate the advice. But I’m not sure it’s appropriate. Besides, I gotta focus on my homework.” Squall settled on playing the dumb, good student instead. Like he used to be. It was all he knew, and it’d be his saving grace. Or so he hoped. “What class do we have next, anyways?” he asked, attempting to shift the conversation way from the obvious sexual attraction thing and commandeer it back to intel. 

[soulprompts]

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

basically i was looking over the protective prompts and the hero prompts and it hit me that like. the unbridled angst and vibes of the whole “post-battle” scene, or a scene set after an attack or a disaster or smth, needs to be ADDRESSED!!! and so y’all get the full weight of my angst today, sprinkled with a lot of teamwork and selfless and sacrificing vibes. i hope you enjoy! do NOT add further contributions to this list!!! i will curse your potato crops!!!

DIALOGUE PROMPTS.

“ can you hear me? hey… [NAME], can you hear my voice? “

“ come on… wake up. please… please wake up… “

“ oh! oh, thank god! i thought we lost you… “

“ hey, hey… look at me, okay? you gotta get up now. you think you might be able to walk? ‘cause they sent for back-up, and if they find us… we cannot let them find us. understand? “

“ go, go! save yourself! i’ll buy you some time! “

“ we both know i’m not walking out of this one. it’s okay, alright? it’s okay… just… do me a favor, will you? will you make them pay for this? i don’t care how. but… don’t let them get away with it. “

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

“ if you can’t walk, i’m gonna have to carry you, alright? we can’t stay here. “

“ hey, look at me. i’m slowing you down, we both know it. it’s okay. i’ll hide and wait for back-up; you get yourself out of here. “

“ you’re gonna need to climb up on my back, you’re slowing us down with that injury. “

“ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “

“ what the hell are you doing here?! i told you to get out of here! “

“ you’re shivering… hey. hey, listen to me, okay? everything’s gonna be alright, i promise. here… take my jacket. don’t worry, i’m warm-blooded. “

“ i’ll get blood on your shirt… “

“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “

“ i know we almost died just now, but… am i the only one who’s hungry? “

“ we need to get you to a hospital… “

“ hey, come on now… you’re okay. you’re good, right? “

“ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “

“ quit playing the martyr. we’re not leaving you behind. “

“ you know, i hate to be the negative voice, but… did… did we just lose? “

“ look at me… i’m not gonna make it. it’s okay, i’m fine with that. but… you can’t stay here. you’ve got a good long life ahead of you. and you’re smart, too; too smart to wait around here and waste that long life. so you get out of here, and you go live that life. live it for both of us. will you promise me you’ll do that? “

“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “

“ can’t sleep, huh? it’s okay. it’s probably all that adrenaline and shock; i can’t sleep, either. wanna keep each other company? “

“ i don’t give two shits about the back-up; i’m just happy you’re alive. “

ACTION PROMPTS.

as always, add a “+ REVERSE” to switch the roles!

[ CARRY ]:     having found the receiver in an injured/weak/unconscious state, the sender carries them in their arms to safety.

[ TILT ]:     the sender gently tilts the receiver’s chin up so that they can check to see if they’re okay.

[ PULL ]:     sender takes the fallen receiver’s hands and carefully pulls them up so that they’re standing once more.

[ WAIST ]:     sender, while physically supporting and steadying the receiver, loops an arm around their waist for extra support.

[ BACK ]:     sender crouches down slightly to let the wounded receiver climb on their back, giving them a piggy-back ride to safety afterwards.

[ HAIR ]:     while in the process of checking the receiver for injuries or other signs of harm, the sender gently brushes several strands of hair from their eyes.

[ TEND ]:     sender begins to care for the receiver’s injuries.

[ LEAN ]:     the wounded sender leans against the receiver for physical support.

[ SUPPORT ]:     the sender encourages the wounded receiver to lean against them for physical support.

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

[ COAT ]:     sender removes their jacket and drapes it around the shoulders of the trembling receiver.

[ BLANKET ]:     just as they’re all about to go to sleep, the sender covers the receiver with their own blanket.

[ AWAKE ]:     the sender, unable to sleep, gets up to go for a walk, and finds that the receiver is also unable to sleep.

[ TOGETHER ]:     when the receiver awakens, they discover that the sender has been sleeping next to them, arms wrapped around one another for warmth, comfort, protection ( or something more… )

[ BANDAGE ]:     the sender sits down across from the receiver and begins to bandage their wounds.

[ DRAG ]:     unable to leave them behind, the sender drags the wounded receiver out of danger and into a safe hiding place for both of them to wait until help arrives.

[ TOUCH ]:     the sender nudges or touches the receiver to check and see if they’re alright after the attack.

[ CLEAN ]:     the sender gently and carefully begins to bathe the blood/soot/ash/dirt from the receiver’s skin during a moment of calm.

[ PRIORITY ]:     when they arrive at a designated safe place, the sender refuses to be examined or cared for until the receiver is taken care of first.

[ PROMISE ]:     before leaving to get help/food/water/a rescue mission etc, the sender assures and promises the receiver that they’ll return safely, refusing to bring them along or to stay behind.

[ BROKEN ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return, it’s learned that the sender died during their mission. how does the receiver respond?

[ TRAPPED ]:     after having promised the receiver that they’d return from a mission, the receiver learns that the sender has been kidnapped or otherwise trapped, requiring a rescue mission to bring them home.

[ RESCUE ]:     the sender and receiver reunite after the sender embarked upon an infamously perilous rescue mission to save the receiver.

[ FOUND ]:     after a massive rescue mission to try and find the missing receiver, the sender is the first to find them just as the efforts are about to be abandoned.

[ HOPE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope in ever finding the sender again, a message or clue of some kind is discovered that essentially guarantees that the sender is still alive, restoring the receiver’s hope once more.

[ CLING ]:     having finally been reunited, the sender pulls the receiver into a tight, overwhelmingly relieved embrace, clinging to them and burying their face in their shoulder. the whole deal. make it EMOTIONAL–

[ TEARS ]:     having finally found the receiver, or having finally been found by the receiver, the sender breaks down in tears of relief, fear, and many other emotions as they officially reunite.

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

[ieailu]

it’s so crucial that i lay down for a bit

[lionofbalamb]

An Unexpected Arrival

@aeniqmata​

Damn, this was uncomfortable. A hand rose to subconsciously trace his mouth as he watched the foreign education. Or rather, only partially paid attention to it. His Majesty was concerned about Prince Noctis being out by himself, but nobody in the Crownsguard was ‘young’ enough to play the role of a guardian whilst the Prince was still attending school. Noctis had long since refused a detail of guards when he first began going to public school, wanting some semblance of normalcy. Squall could understand that, having grown up in an orphanage himself. ‘Normal’ was better than the alternative. But still, Drautos had called him ‘pretty enough to be a high school kid,’ and Squall wanted to punch him in the teeth. 

So here he was, more than against his will, back in school after he thought he’d finally escaped. Having a military education himself, this easy-going, civilian school was giving him the creeps. Where were the strategy sessions? The weapon schematics on the board? The practice pincer techniques? Nothing. Just some guy droning on about what a bunch of famous, dead kings did in the past. Being a civilian was more dangerous than he thought, if this was what they were learning. Pinching the bridge of his nose, his gaze wandered back to Noctis, looking down at the shorter man from where he sat. 

King Regis had to have a reason for sending him out to watch his back like this, in the most literal of senses. His Majesty knew Squall was nothing but a military dog, after all. If he didn’t expect a fight, he wouldn’t have sent someone like him. So his senses were on high alert, flashing from paying mild attention to the teacher, to memorizing the faces around him, to watching the prince’s six. It had only been less than a day, but he was already impatient.

A bell sounded, snapping him out of his vigilance. He jumped a little, unused to sounds like that meaning anything other than an enemy attack. Shoulders slumping as the initial defense slipped from him, he leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He wasn’t here to talk, and he knew the other students wouldn’t leave him be unless he acted like he did back when he was younger. So he put on that off-putting, dead expression on his face, raising his hackles to prevent anyone from interrupting what he was doing. 

[lionofbalamb]

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Starter Call!

Like this post for a starter!

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{Ooc; I'm taking a break from edits to okay some FFVIII for the 1019201th time. If I'm slow to reply, I'm distracted!}

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Playing Politics

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Though the man was decidedly expressionless, displeasure twisted deep within his core. Seriously? What the hell was so important that they’d force him to drop everything and go now? Well, he didn’t like the sound of it, that’s for sure. Something felt a little fishy. Either that, or his ‘father’ was being unreasonable again. Calloused hands rose to pinch the bridge of his nose, and he threw the letter he held haphazardly against his desk. The faintest hint of a sigh flew from his stoic lips, and he paused his pinching to rub at his temples. Well, if he was to go, he might as well take Xu with him. Something wasn’t sitting right in his gut; things had been pretty calm for the last five years.

Sure, they were still cleaning up after the moon incident, and the beasts were fierce. But a few well-trained SeeD could handle the mess. The Sorceress was dead, and Rinoa hadn’t gone insane. Yet? It was hard to say, but she held her own well enough. Things were moderately peaceful for the first time in years. So where was the fire? Sucking in a slow, steadying breath, he lowered his hand and flickered his gaze over to the woman in question. It wasn’t like they both weren’t busy. That’s why they were in the office to begin with. What a pain.

“Lieutenant,” he called, voice only sounding slightly irritated. He’d both let go of his walls and grown more mature over the years. “Something’s wrong.” Squall said immediately, raising his thumb to brush under his bottom lip. Leaning back in his seat, he gripped the previously abandoned letter and got up. Meandering over almost stiffly due to his sheer aggravation, he shook his head and tossed the letter down onto her desk, giving her a few moments of silence. It read as follows:

‘Dear Commander Leonhart;

We are pleased to inform you that your last A-rank job within Esthar territory went splendidly. We’re rebuilding the array as we speak, and the SeeD you sent to guard the process have been nothing but helpful. How have you been feeling, by the way? Okay? Are you eating enough? There I go, rambling again. Anyways, Garden leaders have called a meeting in Esthar, and you’ve been formally summoned. Political leaders from Galbadia will also be there. I’m told the meeting is quite important, and they’ve requested my presence, as well. But for some reason, they haven’t told me anything? I don’t even know what it’s about. But I don’t want to piss off Galbadia, so I guess I’m going, too. Anyways, don’t forget to sleep some time. The meeting is tomorrow night. See you then! Best Regards,  Laguna Loire.’

“... We’re going to Esthar. I’m taking you with me.”