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1 ☣ arrival
[Lunch is almost over, and cadets are just starting to filter (reluctantly or otherwise) back to their classes when a distinctive newcomer walks in from the front gate. Take your pick of what makes him so distinctive: the spiky black armor and huge sword slung across his back, the tense scowl, or the pointed ears. He moves slowly at first, with a tension-filled caution, but picks up speed as he makes his way into the lobby. In one hand he holds a course catalog--at a slight distance from his body, as if he finds it distasteful. He finally stops not far from the directory.]
Venhidis.
[The foreign word is spat out in a low and bitter voice like the swear it probably is. Then his hand tightens on the course catalog, the sharp claw-like fingers of his gauntlet puncturing it, and with a jerk of his arm he flings it off to the side. But none of the tension leaves his body, and when he strides forward to scan the directory, he continues to glower.]
They do not lie, I see. Their Garden even spreads out like a wheel, the better to crush the weak beneath it.
[Fenris is rarely in a good mood, but the past few days of acclimatizing to this new world, learning what goes on within it, and resigning himself to accompanying Balamb Garden in its travels have left him more bitter than ever. This is hell, and he is not out of it.]
Venhidis.
[The foreign word is spat out in a low and bitter voice like the swear it probably is. Then his hand tightens on the course catalog, the sharp claw-like fingers of his gauntlet puncturing it, and with a jerk of his arm he flings it off to the side. But none of the tension leaves his body, and when he strides forward to scan the directory, he continues to glower.]
They do not lie, I see. Their Garden even spreads out like a wheel, the better to crush the weak beneath it.
[Fenris is rarely in a good mood, but the past few days of acclimatizing to this new world, learning what goes on within it, and resigning himself to accompanying Balamb Garden in its travels have left him more bitter than ever. This is hell, and he is not out of it.]
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And I do not believe you about the guardian forces.
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So man can replicate the powers of demons and born mages now. This is meant to do anything other than worry me?
Teach them how to use a blade. The way to fight monsters is not to become one.
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[ She is absolutely not backing down from that sneer. It makes her eyes narrow in response. ]
And if magic-users are monsters, sir, you've come into a nest of them. None shall keep you here if you do not wish to stay.
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--he's going to lose it if he keeps talking to her, he knows it.]
Unfortunately, I see little other recourse in seeking my way home. The nest of monsters it is, until I've found passage back.
[With a shake of his head, he turns to go. He has to get away before he snaps, before he shows just how much the rage has consumed him.]
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She turns away--she has classes to get to. ]