SeeD field exam

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[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.]

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RAGNAROK, 0610: Journey and briefing

[wrnpcs]

[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.]

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[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.]

[f8tal]

[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.]

[espio]

[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?

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[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.]

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[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?

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[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.]

[espio]

[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.]

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[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.