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SeeD field exam

[After the orders were given during Saturday's announcement, SeeDs Vriska Serket and Grell Sutcliffe had been privately briefed on the mission they were to supervise and assess, as had Nida, who was specifically in charge of assessing the would-be piloting specialist on this mission. The candidates for the exam, on the other hand, would only be briefed on the day, and had two days to prepare.

[Finally, the day to prove that they too could be the pride of Balamb Garden was here.]

(OOC: Thought we'd get started early! ~~To make up for our inevitable slow tagging with the NPCs. Our apologies in advance.~~ This post will have several subthreads; the first three are open right now. If you are involved, please track this post so that you will be alerted of responses and new threads.)

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[In some circles, if you're not at least ten minutes early, you're late.]

[The first person here is a girl who's made herself very familiar around Garden as one third of the trio with a clear disdain for off-worlders. She paces back and forth with a small bag, looking uncharacteristically nervous as she waits for her fellow students and supervising SeeDs. Her wrists flick back and forth as if she's throwing something, though her hands are empty.]

[Maybe it's because she's without her usual company? At least, that's what Espio figures as he watches her pace. Heh.]

Getting nervous already?

[Stopping abruptly, she glares, but there's no biting, xenophobic remark today: What if their assessors are listening in already? She doesn't want a bad Attitude mark, especially not from two off-worlder assessors.]

Of course not. [Keep telling yourself that, Trepie.]

[Oh, he's almost disappointed.]

Oh, no scathing comments about off-worlders today?

Good, 'cause we're supposed to be on the same team here.

I know. [She folds her arms.] I want a good grade on this as much as you do.

And if we're a team, I need to know your name.

[Because, well, "Mean Trepie #2" is not actually a name. He can't exactly call for someone's attention on the field by shouting "HEY! TREPIE!!" you know.]

[Excuse you, this is Mean Trepie #1!! And she would probably actually answer to "Trepie"...]

Min. My name's Min. [Beat.] I specialize in Intelligence and Para-Magic.

Espio. Piloting and martial arts.

It's so nice that you're all getting along so~ well.

[Guess who's here~?]

[NOT YOU. She never actually got Grell's name during their last encounter and had only guessed from the announcement that her supervisors were off-worlders (that didn't sound like a native name), so upon seeing it's her? Min looks briefly appalled, before she goes neutral and salutes Grell beautifully.]

[Espio does not blame her for looking appalled. Grell is crazy.]

We need some kind of alliance when the people supervising us are insane.

[ ...yeah. About that attitude score, Espio? See one half-hearted salute, because Grell does kind of outrank him, but meh. It's Grell.]

[This Grell will not pull punches when it comes to scoring, Espio.]

Mouthing off already? Can you not wait my back is turned?

Well, I can, but it doesn't mean I will.

[Grell simply smiles at him, taking out a red notepad and jots something down while walking away.

What could she be writing? His demise? The end of his SeeD career even before it started? Or just a shopping list? He'll never know.]

I would take offense to that if it weren't true.

[Look who's chiming in late ~~because her mun just now got around to this post~~.]

Well, I was mostly talking about Grell...

[because he hasn't met Vriska properly in person yet.]

But if you're gonna agree that you're crazy too, then sure. That's fine.

Crazy supervisors are cool with me!

[This comes from a blonde girl coming up now, toting a halberd.]

Cool, but we still need to be a team.

[She laughs and nods, saluting quickly but precisely to Vriska and Grell before bending down a bit ~~sorry Espio but this girl is pretty tall and she knows it~~ and offering Espio a hand to shake.] I'm Saskia. My brother Cody's taking this exam as well.

What a lovely salute that was! [Grell returns it, grinning gleefully.] Orange~, you've certainly grown into a wonderful...dandelion.

['Orange'? Seriously? Min huffs, placing a hand on her hip, but has no idea how to civilly respond to being called a dandelion.]

[That's right, she can't! Too bad, so sad.]

At ease, cadet. [Giggles softly, flipping some hairs off her shoulders. It's really good to be her.]

[The second to last and last arrivals are two teenage boys. Despite the fact that they're ten minutes early, they still somehow managed to be the last ones in...

The older one, a tall, blond-haired Cadet, is busy reviewing last-minute notes that he's written on nice, neat flashcards. His companion? Is better known as that NPC that's been T-boarding like crazy ever since Damian became the leader of DiscComm.

Although the T-boarder doesn't have his board with him, he does have his metal knuckles on him, just in case.]

Finally, my brother gets here! [That blonde girl from earlier uses the handle end of her halberd to point out the kid with the flashcards.

[Look, they're twins!]

[Notecard Cadet wrinkles his nose, only barely looking up from his flashcards to acknowledge her:] What do you mean finally? I've been studying for this for forever! I'm ten minutes early too!

[Whereas T-Boarding Cadet is just laughing his head off in the corner:] Give it up, Cody. Even the people in Winhill can see we're late.

[Cid, clutching a mug of coffee, comes bustling towards everyone from Garden, accompanied by a faculty member. Before he starts talking, he passes his coffee to the faculty member; when he's not looking, the faculty member takes a sip of it.]

That's everyone, right? [His eyes find the SeeDs, then he does a quick headcount of the cadets.] Good. I hope everyone's doing well this early morning.

[He's given this speech so many times before, but he still believes in every word. His SeeDs have been proving him right for years. As he speaks, he walks back and forth, looking at each and every one of the cadets and SeeDs here.]

This exam will involve six members. You will be proceeding to a real battlefield, where the battles are for real. Life and death, victory and defeat, honour and disgrace... Each of these go hand in hand. There's only one way or the other. [He pauses to look each of the cadets in the eye.] How 'bout it? Are you still up for it?

You will be accompanied by three SeeD members... [Cid nods to Vriska and Grell, before glancing to the skies behind him, where a small dot is growing.] One of whom is on his way over. Should you fail, these members shall get the job done. They always do. [He smiles reassuringly at the cadets.] Well, that's one less worry on your mind.

The pride of Balamb Garden! The elite mercenary force, SeeD! Learn from them, obey their commands and accomplish the mission. Prove yourself worthy of becoming a member of SeeD.

Best of luck.

[As Cid finishes his speech, the sound of the Ragnarok coming in becomes gradually louder, until it touches down before the candidates and opens its boarding doors. After a moment, Nida emerges.]

Alright, everyone on board to the passenger room!

[To Espio, he adds:] You're in the cockpit with me. I want you to take her up, and once we're steady, I'll take the controls so you can go get your briefing.

Yeah, I gotcha.

[If Espio didn't deliberately restrain himself from such outbursts, there may well have been some sort of "EEE!" noise emitted. He's been practically in love with the Ragnarok, which is the best air/spaceship ever and he wants one of his own, and now he gets to fly it properly on an actual mission? Awesome.

But no. The closest anyone will get to see to him having some sort of geeky explosion is the fidgeting.]

And I come back up when the briefing's done, right?

[Nida nods.] I'm just your copilot this time.

Great! So, let's go.

[He's trying so hard not to run up the ramp.]

[She wonders if Espio can even reach the wheel.

Grell walks up the ramp with the others, in her attire she usually wears while on duty as a reaper. It was easy to move in, and she hadn't really found a good costume for kicking backsides in.]

[We know the Ragnarok's passenger room has a lovely view and all, but do try not to get distracted while the SeeDs are briefing y'all.]

[Once the Ragnarok is steady in the air, Grell gets up from her seat and makes her way to the head of the group. The ravaging red beauty demanding attention with her hue and confident foot steps. She passed by one of those Trepies she poured orange juice on their head and smirked at her. Grell secretly hopes that girl isn't on her Ps and Qs today.

Grell turns to face them all, hand on a hip and a grin on her face.]

I advise everyone to pay attention because I'm only saying this ONCE.

[She pauses dramatically, scanning over all the nervous face before truly showing her maddening side.]

We're all going to Hell.

[Best SeeD ever.]

[While Grell played the attention whore, Vriska stood a little back and watched the students with interest. She could feel their anxiety buzzing in their heads and their nervousness gave her something to smile about.]

With that kind of pep talk I'm sure everyone will make it back in one piece~. [The sarcasm in her tone couldn't have been more evident.]

[Okay, Hell, cool. Note that Espio is completely unfazed. Hell is minor, okay? If anything, he looks mildly irritated, and desperately wants to say "this is a briefing, not an amateur dramatics group."

...no seriously, you're taking too long, he wants to get back in the cockpit and fly the coolest vehicle possible, so just get to the point, okay? Okay?

Alright, what's this pause doing here?]

Great. Doing what?

[Oh dear god, they're going to Hell?

One Cadet, the one from earlier who'd been reading those notecards so fatefully, gulps and nearly clutches onto his T-boarding friend for dear life.]

We're going THERE? You mean the Island Closest to Hell?

That's our field exam?

[And he thought it was going to be a stereotypical field exam where they just... well, the notecard Cadet didn't know, he expected more computers and less fieldwork. This would be a very, very rough day.]

[SIGHS and looks at the notecard kid with discontent.]

Must you spoil things? REALLY. Yes, we're going there, but our focus deals with what is there. I'm sure you're all aware of the Lunatic Pandora?

[The minute Grell mentions 'Lunatic Pandora?'

... Poor notecard Cadet falls into the arms of T-Boarder Cadet and nearly faints from shock. They're off to an excellent start already, aren't they?

Notecard Cadet's twin sister, agreeing with the narration, palms her face.]

[Oh, Espio's heard of these things - it's not like he sleeps through class. But he doesn't see why an island covered with super-strong monsters or a giant monster-summoning crystal pillar in a box are worth the dramatics, so he gives the cadets a look.]

And I thought the SeeDs were being too dramatic. Nobody said we'd have to fight the monsters there, considering we all know they're way out of most SeeDs' league. And from what I know of the Lunatic Pandora, the main concern is if it does something... or someone else tries to get control of it.

So, let me guess - we've got to stop the Lunatic Pandora doing something, or falling in the wrong hands. Right?

[Please tell him he's right. He'll go mad if he's kept away from the cockpit for too long - he's been longing to fly this ship forever.]

[While Grell gives the frail boy an eye roll, she opts to not throw something at his head. Instead, she gives her attention to Espio.]

Quite astute of you to come to an obvious conclusn. [ADJUSTS GLASSES before looking to them all.] You lot are to plant explosives at designated areas, while avoiding being KILLED by whatever lurks there.

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