[Action] Pet combat demo (Slightly backdated, but only a day or two)

[rebellingheart]

[Everyone around campus lately, fliers have gone up. What are they for? They're an advertisement for a pet combat demo since Rinoa promised Lea she'd give one before night classes started. It's a rather attractive poster and probably has a ton of puppies and kitties on it. False advertising? Probably not once you consider the pets owned by most of the people on Garden.]

[And today is the day for that demo! The fliers were around for a few days to give people notice about what's going on. So now Rinoa's getting all set up just inside the training center - with a little help from her furry assistants of course. That's right, this wouldn't be possible without help from Angelo and Julia! (They'll be getting a round of applause later naturally.)]

[For now people are more than welcome to come up and ask questions either: as she sets up, during the demo, or after the demo. Feel free to mark when the conversation takes place if you want. For some ideas on part of what will take place during this demo see this video here.]

Comments

[rebellingheart]

[Ooooh she's spied the kitty finally and gosh is he cute.]

He looks happy up there, you must take good care of him.

Well SeeD are mercenaries. It's pretty much part of the job description isn't it?

[worthyheir]

But of course, I never do anything cursory. Dusan gets only the best.

[Dusan continues to stare and judge.]

A war I never signed up for, nor want to participate in.

[rebellingheart]

And it shows.

[Rinoa is far too nice to call him a snotty brat to his face, but it amuses her how similar cat and boy seem to be.]

You don't have to participate. No one's going to force anyone to do things they don't want to do.

[worthyheir]

Upon arrival you were given two options: be thrown penniless on the streets of an unknown planet or become a mercenary, I hardly consider that a choice.

[rebellingheart]

Taking classes doesn't make you a mercenary, graduating does. Don't you think?

[Someone's learned how to splice fine lines over the last few years, go Rinoa.]

Just staying here and taking classes isn't so bad, is it? And I'm sure if you really didn't want to join the school there are other things that can be worked out. After all there are cooks, janitors, and other jobs that aren't tied to fighting at all.

[worthyheir]

And you're splitting hairs. I fail to see my options being anything better after graduating... Or I should say after turning 15, as I'll apparently be taking these pointless classes forever.

And now you're just being insulting. Do I look like a janitor to you?

[rebellingheart]

If you talk to Cid I'm sure he'd be able to come up with something. I can't see him forcing people to fight if they're really opposed to it.

Why not? There's nothing wrong with being a janitor. [Stop being such a snob, Damian.]

[worthyheir]

I have no problems fighting, my problem lies within the lack of choice--or being under the headmasters thumb, as you're now putting it.

It's beneath me. [He is a snob.]

[rebellingheart]

You're not under the headmasters thumb, I never said that. [Frowny face is a go. Gosh Damian.]

Just because you believe you're above it, it doesn't mean you actually are. [Says one rich kid to the other.]

[worthyheir]

How am I not under the headmaster's thumb? He controls the Garden, therefore he controls anyone who comes here via time compression.

[Ignoring you now.]

[rebellingheart]

Have you ever met the headmaster? Cid's not like that!

[Throws up her hands and then goes back to setting up. Gosh.]