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Selphie: What’s the hardest thing to say?

Squall: I need help.

Irvine: I’m sorry.

Seifer: I was wrong.

Zell: Worcestershire sauce.

“You see, it’s not about having one strong, killer card,” she gestures to the TV in the cafeteria, the one showing the national triple triad championships, “It’s about having a strong deck overall, strategic placement, hiding your tells.” If there’s one thing she could talk about all day long, it’s cards. “Can’t go bouncing off the walls over a rule set that suits you.” She winces as a wrong card is played. “Can you imagine blowing your chances like that in the biggest game you’ll ever play?”

He’s trying his absolute best to follow along but Triple Triad is a game he’s vowed to never play again. It’s just too much to remember, especially with all the little details of the element attributes and ranks of each and every monster represented on the cards and how those affect the outcome–not to mention the random rule. It’s just gone over his head. That, and he was tired of spending hard-earned gil on expensive cards only to lose them immediately.Still, he tries to understand, looking up at the screen intently whilst attempting to keep any remainder of a grasp he has on his attention span strong out of respect for his comrade and her undying love for what he feels is a waste of time.

“What I don’t get is how you can be doing so well and a person can play one card and capture all the others. Isn’t that kinda unfair? What’s the rule—Combo, Same?” He shifts, settling back into his chair and drapes his arm behind him. With his free hand, he gingerly rubs at his temple in an attempt to loosen up the tension before a headache fully forms.“Anyway—why aren’t you there, Quisty? Aren’t you supposed to be like the best Triple Triad player in the world?” [Or…in Balamb, at least?]

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My favorite type of characters are “they’re not dumb but they are a dumbass”

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Characters with enough intellect and common sense to clearly and easily grasp that something is a Bad Idea, but with enough chaotic dumbass energy to decide they gotta just go ahead with it anyway are on point.

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Ah, what’s the saying? History is written by the victors? Or it ought to be — left to them, it’d be a more accurate version of events; honest, if nothing else. As for this? This textbook ( if it could even be referred to as an educational text; it read more like fiction ) couldn’t be further from the truth, it’s author had clearly tried hard to obscure ( no, try again — bury ) truth with conjecture, speculation, lies.

Propaganda? A powerful word. Also the right one.

“It’s certainly something,” she sighs, scanning the pages quickly then flipping forward a few, “I don’t know that propaganda’s strong enough.” Wrong. All of it a perfectly skewed, carefully worded, account with one foot firmly rooted in fantasy — as one who stood witness to the very worst of it, it’s enough to make her blood boil. “Bullshit’s another word for it,” never usually one to curse, she’ll make the exception in the face of such outright Galbadian lies, “Kids are never going to learn what really happened if this is what the’re being taught. Where did you find this?” It’s then a horrifying thought creeps in, “Not from one of our students, I’d hope?”

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He has no time to be surprised with her choice of vocabulary. While it isn’t often he hears such strong vulgarity come from her, it’s just too fitting in this case to bring notice to it. Instead, he nods, appreciative yet disgusted in the validation. He’s had enough. Shutting the book with a loud snap, Zell tenses further, trying to control his urge to heave it across the room or to tear the pages out. He sets it down beside him and turns his nose up at it. What an insult to everything they’ve done. “No. It’s not from here. One of the kids I used to babysit in Balamb Town asked me to help him with an essay and I just—who is running the public school there? They need to be thrown in jail! No, shipped off to the D-District Prison and buried underground!”

“Y’ever think about taking up teaching again? I know a couple kids that need a good instructor. Or, well, they’re sure as hell gonna need one once I get through with the IDIOT who decided this was a good idea! ” His hands are balled into fists, knuckles white from the urge to knock someone’s lights out. “They really thought I wasn’t gonna find out.”

#instructortrepe #v; post game

Things to know about (my) Zell: He is not hyperactive as claimed by fanon. He has restless leg syndrome, which he combats by moving/exercising. It can often be distracting. He doesn’t have problems with focusing, he has problems with his legs consistently being in pain. He enjoys learning. He’s often in the Library checking out non-fiction books. On occasion, he’ll read fiction, but you’ll most likely find him nose-deep in history books. He’s not an idiot (smh @ fanon). He’s very intelligent. He just slips up sometimes. He has quite a few hobbies, metalworking being one of them. He also likes mechanics. Tinkering with things is a good way for him to keep his mind sharp and occupied. He hates bullies, hates people who feel the need to punch down to make themselves feel better, but isn’t so great at dealing with them. He isn’t well equipped to express negative emotions, so it typically comes out as anger. He’s working on it. He isn’t oblivious when it comes to romance/sexuality. He just doesn’t see it as a priority. Friendships matter more to him than significant others, but it doesn’t mean he can’t have a little crush here or there. He has a small crush on Squall. And maybe also Rinoa. He’s skilled at cooking. He often helps his Ma with dinner preparations. He considers himself a foodie. Baked goods are a favorite, but nothing beats Ma’s cooking. My Zell doesn’t care for hot dogs much. He enjoys bread (which was the popular food item in the Japanese version of the game). In most situations, Zell has a relatively healthy diet with bread and sweets being the only real ‘treat’ he has. It is a weakness of his. He does not and will not drink or smoke or use any sort of drug that is not prescribed to him. He values his body and mind and doesn’t want to put any sort of toxin in it. Not even caffeine.

#hc;#These are just a few things to keep in mind #I'll make more posts like this as I think of stuff

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“This is completely wrong! Just what in the hell are they teaching the kids these days?! Quistis, come look at this!” He’s holding open a textbook borrowed from one of the kids in Balamb Town, turned to a chapter on Galbadia’s involvement in world affairs leading up to the second Sorceress War. He points frantically at the paper, shouting, “it’s propaganda! I don’t know who the HELL wrote this but they’re trying to make it seem like Galbadia did nothing wrong! Historical revisionism already! It was just a couple years ago and they’re already trying to sweep it under the rug! We gotta do something about this!!”

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“Hey Mr. President, Sir!” Zell jogged to catch up with the man then pushed the palm of his gloved hand against his jeans to wipe it off before extending it in Laguna’s direction. “I wanted to thank you for helping us out back there! Man, I didn’t think we were gonna make it! How’d you know what to do?”

#moombaliberator #immediately post-game?