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[burntglory.livejournal.com]

["...if you have any further questions please do not hesitate to contact myself or a SeeD."]

[Seifer isn't pleased after he skims his letter and rereads everything twice. Was this a joke? This had to be the worst joke ever. Considering where he had just been and what he had done? And now he was back here of all places?

Something wasn't right, something was definitely not right. And it was in the form of "Unfortunately you have been transported to our time via Time Compression by the work of a powerful Sorceress...".

Fuck. His. Life.

What is his life? Setting himself up to be fucked over by sorceresses, that's what.

So before the Faculty can find him and snatch him up to escort him to the Headmaster's office, Seifer's going there on his own free will... even if he can't access 3F himself.]

[ooc: wednesday: sorry replies are slow! it's inventory @ work today&tomorrow so we're kind of busting tail on getting everything marked and counted. it's really not fun but thank you for your patience ♥;; ]

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[burntglory.livejournal.com]

Heh. We'll see. I don't go and make it a habit to fight girls, eh.

[Smirks back.]

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

[She raises a fist with a grin]

Then I'll get so good that people will think you're scared if you won't!

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

[Now he's going to laugh in her face; who the hell does this girl think she is? Squall was one thing, Zell another, but this one? SNORT.]

Right. You keep tellin' yourself that.

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

[She folds her arms, smiling. Of course he'll laugh! I mean, really, why wouldn't he? But she's set herself a goal, and she is going to do it.]

I will, sir. I didn't come to Balamb Garden to be anything less than the best!

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

...the best? [He snorts. This girl is seriously deluded. He waves away her words with Hyperion.]

Far from it, but don't let me go and rain on your little parade.

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

[Of COURSE he's skeptical! He's paid his dues and all. She wouldn't expect him to just acknowledge her as a worthy rival-and-peer-to-be.]

[She'll just have to make him.]

[So she delivers that imperfect salute.]

I'll consider that an order, sir.

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

Whatever you want, I don't give a crap.

[Enough time's been wasted, time to head off to the elevator again! He moves past her, Hyperion rested against his shoulder. He's got a bone to pick with a few people.]