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[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

[Did you have any kind of pottery in your room? You know... plant pots, vases, anything like that? Well, whatever you had, you quite probably don't have it anymore. Someone has systematically gone through the dorms and hurled a not insignificant amount of pottery out into the corridor outside, smashing it into teensy pieces.

...completely unrelated to this, or not, Link's on his way back to his dorm. He has found 326 gil, a small wind-up toy, a stick, and a magazine where, for some reason that's entirely beyond his understanding, all the women forgot their clothes. Rather a modest haul, really...]

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[fierybluebird]

[Stops him in the hall and avoids kicking.] I'll be taking that magazine back, eh?

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

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...huh?

[fierybluebird]

[Grabs the porn rag and lightly taps him with it.] I hid it so my girlfriend wouldn't find it.

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

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...why?

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[fierybluebird]

Because it'd either give her weird ideas, make her give me a lecture or I don't know what else.

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

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But... it's only a magazine with shiny pages.

[fierybluebird]

Then why did you want it?

/Before Marco stops Link in the hall, because Tavros will just watch him break their shit

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Hey, a human kid, in their room... huh.]

[Tavros is just sitting on the kitchen counter, Indian style, eating cereal while this kid wanders in and just starts breaking stuff. It's pretty silly actually. Tavros watches him, eating.]

Oh yea boy, get them glass demons!

Yeeaah two points! Oh oh don't break that one, it has Tangela in it. [Tangela is a plant.]

Oh, yeah, might want to check in the couch, we uhhh, tend to just leave shit in the cushions.

Re: /Before Marco stops Link in the hall, because Tavros will just watch him break their shit

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

Oh, I get points for this? Neat! But I'm just looking for some spare rupees. ...um, gil. And anything useful. Like...

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[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[He has no idea little man, ain't is magazine, take away.]

Hell ya you get points. Rupe- uhhhh... [Sounds...familiar...]

Oh, okay, gil, right. Because we totally keep gil in our pottery, that makes a shit ton of sense. Who taught ya that?

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

That's where I always find it.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

...In vases...

Really.

Where the fuck did you ship sail in from?

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

The Great Sea. But the ship didn't come with me. ...he's more of a boat than a ship, too.

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

...the hell do you think you're doing?

[Seifer was on his way back to his dorm, which - THANKFULLY - has yet to be ransacked, when he comes across all the broken pottery in the hallway.]

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

I'm going to my dorm! Why?

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[burntglory.livejournal.com]

Then who left all this crap in the hallway?

[This is Seifer we're talking about.]

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

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I dunno. I didn't really notice it.

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

Just decided to mosey on past it then, did you?

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

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I didn't really notice it.

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

[Staring at all of the broken pottery in horror.]

W-what is the meaning of this?! [it's such a mess w;A;w]

[balladofgales.livejournal.com]

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The meaning of what?

[asideglance.livejournal.com]

[turning to see the kid...]

Ah, this mess!

[werepanther]

[You know, he really shouldn't be surprised by what shows up in the dorms anymore. Tom's stepping over them carefully as he stuffs his hands in his pockets... Jeez. Kids these days.]

You do know you're not supposed to do that, right?

[notdusk.livejournal.com]

[Oh, it was that boy from before. What was he doing in her dorm? Dawn was about to wave and say hello, when he picked up one of her various potted plants and just.. threw it at the wall.]

E-Eek! What on earth are you doing?!

[biladi.livejournal.com]

[As someone who is an avid (and very good) pottery merchant for his current job back home, the hallway is a picture from one of Egypt's worst nightmares.]

[He's standing in the middle of the hallway, blocking Link's way as he stares down at the shattered pieces of wonderful, artistic function in horror.]

[He looks like someone just murdered his only child.]

Y'Allah...!