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@problematicknight
ooc; It's been a while. I come and go a lot but I can't always help but think of everyone. Seems like every time I come back the community took a dive or half of everyone I knew deactivated. (Which holy cow, that's still true.) Anyone still around? Might try to slowly get back into it.
@problematicknight
Zell squinted up at the other, unsure what Seifer might want. “What?”
"Quistis took one of my cards," Seifer said with agitation barred through gritted teeth, arms folding across his chest as he let out an annoyed sigh, sitting down parallel from the other blonde. "And I tried to get it back and she took TWO more." A clenched fist emerged and slammed against the table. Seifer couldn't ever seem to beat Quistis at Triple Triad, and now his frustrations caused a hunger he couldn't deny. "You know, you're from Balamb right? Any good food joints that aren't the cafeteria? I'm dying for a distraction from /Instructor Trepe/."
ooc; lots of personal/real life turmoil lately so I'll probably bounce between Caraway & Barret. @furycaraway & @gun-arm if you need me or just wanna send some love.
SINCE THE END OF 2016 is coming...
take the chance from now ‘til new years to tell me anything and everything you’ve ever wanted to tell me. Anon or not, I don’t mind either way.
When being a monster
is what you’re best at
why try to be
{anything}
---else?
It couldn’t be. How could this be happening?
A lighthouse. A stone orphanage. The sounds of waves pounding against the shore, releasing itself upon the warmth of the sands. The crowing of seagulls that hovered above the winds.
The blonde swore if he closed his eyes, he could hear the serene melodies breezing through the wind chimes. The smell of freshly baked bread entranced him. But it couldn’t be real.
Before him stood the ethereal children that once grew up beside him. Entranced, he watched the way the children played, happily without concern. Without stress. They had no premonition of the future that they would be forced into. Though to his bewilderment, he hadn’t noticed himself running with the children. Or even teasing them. Nostalgic, his feet trailed down towards the beach where he frequented as an orphan.
Sure enough, the blonde parted his lips in bewilderment; there he knelt, grasping a stick as he fidgeted with the sand. The knight knelt down beside his former self, examining his lost youth and innocence.
“…” Though there was a desire, perhaps even a desperation to speak, words could not be formed. The lump in his throat shut in his words, much like his mirrored image had shut in his emotions. Despite the way the world had set him up to fail, the blonde figured in his head that he had done the best that he could. Had it disappointed the few he held dear? More than likely. The traumatic stress of the events left it’s mark more than the scar running down his face.
The grown man watched intently as the littler him trudged the stick through the sand. He was doodling. But what had he been doodling?
Aquamarine hues widened at the sight. It had shattered him momentarily, as he felt the rest of his heart drop deep within the depths of his stomach, making its final resting place in the pits of acid that were now certainly overactive. The blonde’s lips dropped into a heavy frown, eyebrows arching in. The ethereal child stood up from his drawing, looking at it grudgingly. Seifer couldn’t remove his eyes from it. He remembered this moment from his childhood.
What resided in the sand was none other than a stick man, and stick woman, and a child. Him.
The child stared for a few tense moments. Seifer glanced up at the pain that seemed to be written on the kid’s face. He didn’t understand why he was always so alone. Why he wasn’t good enough for the rest of the world. Why was it that he couldn’t even have the simplistic human function of having parents to run to when he was scared of the monsters in his closet? Instead of having the comfort, the now scarred man was forced to make friends with the monsters, and embrace them.
The child kicked sand atop the art, allowing the waves to eat away at his drawing. With a small smile, Seifer nodded to himself, turning to stand in front of the child. Composing himself, his seafoam optics looked into the boy, speaking gently and honestly. “..You make it, kid. Wipe that stupid look off your face and don’t be such a baby, okay? Tough it out. You have a heart as fierce as burning flame. Believe in yourself, because no one else will."
Standing there eating a hotdog.
“Is that an open invitation, chicken-wuss?”
problematicknight:
Lips arched into a grin almost on response.
“Too easy.” The blonde scoffed, patting the jester with the back of a leather bound hand. “Did they actually have anything good today, or just those shitty hotdogs again? I’m surprised you even got one.”
Zell couldn’t help but grin lightly at Seifer’s reaction. “Nope, they got a nice fresh batch from Balamb. I think the buns were baked today.” Opening his mouth the blond would slowly stick more of the hotdog in his mouth before eating.
Eyes narrowed with what could only be described as a shit eating grin appeared against his features, watching Zell insert his sausage rod meticulously into his mouth.
"I bet the ladies love that, Zell. Or maybe the boys. I didn't know that's what you were into."
He feigned a moment of enlightenment, placing a hand against his temples. "No wonder you've been going crazy over hotdogs..." Sarcasm dripped in his tone.
Standing there eating a hotdog.
“Is that an open invitation, chicken-wuss?”
“Eh?” He squinted lightly up at the other. “Donno. What did you think I was inviting you to?”
Lips arched into a grin almost on response.
"Too easy." The blonde scoffed, patting the jester with the back of a leather bound hand. "Did they actually have anything good today, or just those shitty hotdogs again? I'm surprised you even got one."
Seifer, please stop throwing paperwads at the other classmates. this is your only warning.
“You really think that’s gonna stop me, Instructor? Besides, they were giving you lip. Just helpin’ you do your job.”
Standing there eating a hotdog.
“Is that an open invitation, chicken-wuss?”
“Detention? Please, do you know who I am? What makes you think I won’t walk right outta here?”
Barret Wallace - AVALANCHE. Pre/Post Game - AU/Crossover Friendly. 11 Years of Experience, faceclaim friendly.
"Is it right to go on? They’re all gone. Died for the planet. Will they … will they ever forgive me? … Right now, I don’t really know.“
“I actually thought it was kind of funny. You use a higher level of magic than most people my age.” He admitted with a mischievous grin, pressing his palms together to crack his wrists before doing the same with his fingers. A hand dropped, reaching to the ground for a stick long enough to resemble a sword. Seifer tossed it to the boy, nudging his head towards it. “One day the apprentice always kills the master. But right now we have more training to do. So don’t mess me up too bad, alright?” Words dripped from his lips humorously, although it held a heavier weight to it. Fists curled, rising in front of his stature in a position ready to counter his trainee.
“Try to strike upwards at me. Always keep your enemies on their toes. Speed is more useful than sheer strength in some scenarios.”
"Right. Any enemy would find that pathetic. How are you supposed to protect anyone like that?" An ossified expression overwhelemd his features as he rose to stand, palms gesturing lightly outward before patting the dust from his pants. The amount of power within the child was felicitous, causing a liminal anxiety within the blonde. To be fair, the man simply couldn't find a way to appropriately praise him. "Materia. What've you learned from that? Not to go misuing that Fire Materia, right?"
@problematicknight
“You aren’t dead, are you?” the boy questioned, leaning over the other curiously.
Phlegm buildup unlodged itself with a rumble within his throat, a tongue flicking against the back of his teeth. That was certainly unexpected, especially from a child. Bruised ego or not, an answer was required. Leather bound hands pressed flat against the earth, muscles engaging to push him onto his knees. “It takes a lot to kill me, kid --”
