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[burntglory.livejournal.com]

[With Hyperion rested up against the edge of the bench, Seifer's got his legs spread like a man seated all casual like and like he doesn't give an eff, a random weapon's magazine in hand. He's doing some random reading on gunblades, or at least what's changed in the past twenty years. He wants to know if they've become lighter, faster - not that his precious Hyperion's not fast and light enough as it is, but she could always do with an extra modification.

Too bad Seifer's not really paying much attention to what's on the pages because nope, this guy has got his eye set for anyone who might be deserving a detention.

And 'sides - and not that he really cares, because he doesn't (lololokyeahright) - hearing that Quistis is a runner up for this ridiculous Homecoming Queen business... why wasn't he mentioned as king?

Seifer is totally king material. Respected, admired, hated, feared - oh yeah - definitely top notch king material.

On a snort, the blond flips a page, peering up from his magazine.]

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[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Kiden strolls up behind, leaning against the back of the bench and glancing down Seifer's chest at the open magazine page. Shame? Tact? Personal space? What are those? ]

You know, I never got the whole 'blade-attached-to-a-gun' thing. Figure if you got a gun, why the hell would you need a sword?

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

Why the hell would I need that thing they call 'personal space'?

[Although Seifer doesn't exactly move away, nope. He stays where he is, flips a page, looks around the area for those little troublemakers.]

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

I dunno, man. Been wondering about that one, too.

[ Smirks, and, because she can, lightly taps her cigarette to send ash down onto his jacket. ]

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

[His brow twitches at the ash that slides on down his coat.]

You certainly don't seem to need it.

[Seifer reaches up to go and nab the smoke out of her fingers; if successful, he's going to flick the cigarette away.]

[brightens]

[ Probably after a last conversation like the one they had had (in person), someone with a shred of common sense would stay away from the person who had ended up ticking them off. (Un)fortunately for Seifer, Vanille got over things easily— maybe even a little too easily— because approaching him seems like a totally normal good idea. She hasn't forgotten, but...

She's determined to make friends, okay? Even if it's with difficult people like him. She moves over and stops in front of him, hands on her hips, bending forward at the waist. ]

It's such a nice day out, and you're wasting it!

[ Well, he gets points for being outside, but, still. Reading? Yawn! ]

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

[Only those bright cyan blue eyes of his lift - THEY'RE ON A LOVELY LEVEL WITH HER BREASTS APPARENTLY ... which he eyes for a moment before glancing up at her and then back down to his magazine.]

You're blockin' my light.

[brightens]

[ He is so lucky she hates wearing her cadet uniform, otherwise there wouldn't be much to see. ]

Ah— sorry! [ She hops aside... Only to take a seat beside him. ]

What are you reading?

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

Might be a little too sophisticated for you.

[Seifer turns the page, taps the edge of the magazine with a finger.]

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

[She glances by as she passes, stops, then backs up.] Oh, is that the new issue?

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

...It might be.

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

Anything new about gunblades?

[She might be trying to catch a peek over the top of the magazine.]

I saw the Vanishing Star model the other day in the Training Center, I didn't even know they were making new versions! With a second trigger in the grip no less.

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

Triggers're mostly useless. Unless you got some strong artillery attached to your blade, you won't be doin' much damage.

[worthyheir]

[Was walking past, totally intending to not even spare Seifer a second glance when he spots Hyperion propped up against the bench. He had seen Gunblades since arriving at the Garden, but they didn't make them any less ridiculous to the young assassin. However, he also couldn't deny the visual appeal of such a thing. And that was a nice weapon. Clearly cared for.

His attention switched from the gunblade to the magazine and he stops.]

They offer magazines here?

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

[Seifer can spot a troublemaker from many many many miles away. Seems there's one right in front of him. He quirks a brow, but that's all he'll give him.]

They might have somethin' in the kids section if you asked nice enough.

[worthyheir]

[Makes a face.] I may be young, but I am not interested in whatever selection of drivel they provide children here.

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

Whassa matter? Not into the cute and fuzzy types?

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

[Well, speak of the devil. Quistis had figured it was too nice of a day to stay cooped up in her office and instead brought all of her paperwork outside into the courtyard to work on. Luckily one of the benches was open when she first scanned her eyes in search of a place to settle down; her eyes hadn't yet caught Seifer lounging out on a bench hidden behind a large tree.

Waving to several cadets she recognized, she settled herself onto the bench, pulling out a folder and pen to get down to work.]

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

[Quistis... you can't hide from him. He knows good legs when he sees 'em and she has, by far, the nicest set. He wasn't lying, Marco! Not that Seifer cares for her legs...

She's not hard to miss either, Seifer spots her immediately from over top of his magazine and gives her a shifty eye look, watching her from the corner of his eye as she goes to the bench across from him some ways away.

Sure there's all this foliage there to block him from her view... but now that Seifer's seen her...

The blond-haired male waits in silence a moment longer, thinking back on the Homecoming announcement. Typical.]

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

[So focused on her paperwork, Quistis doesn't even look up from the pile of papers in her lap after she starts. She simply goes through the stack, pausing every now and then to let her eyes read over a paragraph or two; she would even tap the end of her pen against her temple or her lip when in a particularly deep train of thought.

She's more or less tuned out the people around her, only glancing up every now and then for a smile or wave if someone were to call her name.]

[paradisiacally.livejournal.com]

[Now, Ashe was usually the type to mind her own business. She had way too much to worry about to think about what other people were doing, much less care. But when her eyes caught the front cover of Seifer's magazine, she was intrigued and perplexed. She moseys over rather casually.]

Excuse me - What manner of weapon is that, on the front? I haven't seen anything such as that before.

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

[If anyone's intrigued, it might be him as he lifts his eyes to see who's speaking to him. He eyes the woman standing in front of him; he's never seen her before... but then again... he hasn't seen a lot of the 'off-worlders'.]

Lemme guess-- you ain't from around here. They call it a gunblade.

[paradisiacally.livejournal.com]

[Wow, she was actually smiling slightly until the man decided he wanted to be rude. Now, her face contorts into a slight grimace.]

No, I'm not, and there's no need to take a callous tone with me. [pause.] I'm assuming a gunblade is a sword with a gun attached?

[fierybluebird]

[Grabs a seat near him and reads his own book. What is personal space?]

[burntglory.livejournal.com]

[Looks over and lifts a brow.]

If you're lookin' to talk, doctor ain't in.

[fierybluebird]

If I wanted to talk, I could find a bird. [Reads.]