witchesreign | 012 // training center → infirmary, OPEN

[Quistis is walking out of the Training Center with a slight limp in her step as well as her hand clasped to her side, the cloth of her battle attire beneath her fingers stained with red. While it isn't a threatening injury, it's obvious that she isn't very pleased at the moment; her expression is just a touch grumpy with her brows creased, the corners of her lips turned down to a frown. It's clear that whatever went down in the Training Center wasn't something Quistis had planned or expected.

While she's doused her wounds with the potions she has on hand, she knows it's probably best to go to the infirmary to have her injuries wrapped. So, while albeit a bit slowly due to her limp, she's heading in that direction now.]

[OOC NOTE: Quistis' power she'll be gaining is pheromone control so… go with that however you want. It's not completely full blown yet since it's still the beginning stages of the transition in power, but feel free to have your characters feel compelled to approach her or whatnot.]

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[Quistis has to try her best to suppress a groan; running into Seifer in her current state is not something she would ever wish for. Considering she is rather wounded at the moment, being aggravated would be something she'd rather not add onto the list.]

I didn't 'piss off' anyone; just a bad run in with a T-Rexaur in the Training Center. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be heading to the infirmary.

What? You can't fix yourself?

[Nope. He's not moving. Sorry.]

I've used a couple of potions but that isn't enough to heal the wound completely. [She doesn't exactly want to admit that she can't access any of her magic, let alone any Curagas to help.]

Where's your brain at, Trepe? The t-rex get that, too?

Use your magic. What's the point in having it if you ain't usin' it?

[Quistis doesn't enjoy being spoken to as though she's incompetent, and she can't help but try and straighten her posture somewhat.]

Do you think I would be in this shape if I could access my magic?

Then what's the problem? Lost your magic touch?

I don't need you to mock me right now. I went in junctioned, but somehow when I faced the T-Rexaur I couldn't access any of my magic inventory or my GFs.

So you were pretty much screwed in the end.

Yes, I was pretty much "screwed". Now, may you please step out of the way?

Nah, I think I'm pretty good standin' right where I am now.

[Lowers Hyperion to the ground, letting the tip rest there. Yep. He's not moving. Quistis can try to go around him but he'll most likely either block her path again or follow.]

I'm sure you would be thrilled if I died from blood loss, but I really rather not take my chances right now. So move.

[While Quistis is usually always patient, the fact that she really did need to make it to the infirmary has her attempting to step around Seifer to get to her destination.]

You wound me, Trepe. [Nope, not getting off that easy. Seifer is going to side-step in front of her.]

To think I would enjoy readin' about your death. Tch.

Actually, Seifer, I'm the one wounded here-- and quite badly. So, I would sincerely appreciate it if you would move out of my way.

[He always did enjoy hearing her say his name...]

How 'bout I escort you. Seems only fair.

[Quistis is so surprised, her eyebrows practically disappear into her hairline.]

Escort me? Why?

[That look gets Seifer cracking up. Still snickering:] You could pass out halfway there from blood loss.

I'm sure I can manage, Seifer; it's not that long of a walk.

[There's a pause as Quistis sizes Seifer up.]

If I'm not mistaken, it sounds a bit like you care about my well being.

[That has him sobering up and straightening. His green eyes slowly narrow.]

You know I couldn't care less-- [Possibly bullshit. Can you smell it, Quistis?] --only offered to escort you there to repay the favor from last time.

[Quistis is quite the observant individual-- she knows he isn't telling the truth, but doesn't press upon it.]

Alright. Well... some help would be appreciated.

Right. What the hell d'you want me to do?

[Even as he says that, he's stepping in closer and clamping a hand around her upper arm.]

Just make sure I don't fall-- that will be enough.

[She's slowly starting to walk again, the limp still in her step as she heads in the direction toward the infirmary.]

[For the first time ever . . . Seifer actually does as he's told. And by her no less. He glances down at her from the corner of his eye while continuing to keep a steady grip on her arm. He may have also unconsciously stepped in a little closer-- just to be sure she doesn't fall of course!]

Whatever you say.

[Today is just full of surprises. Quistis glances up at Seifer for a moment before returning her gaze forward to watch where she steps.

Once they're closer to the infirmary, she finally speaks.]

I didn't expect you to be so agreeable.

[Again he's glancing down at her. His fingers tighten on reflex around her arm.]

Don't get too excited. You just caught me on a good day.

Either way, thank you for your help, Seifer.

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