[ACTION] Righteous Anger.

[redcinemareel]

Option A

[Grell can be seen walking about Garden, angrily. Her face is set in a scowl and most native cadets she passes by creates a five foot radius around her. She doesn't have her entourage this time since power walking would just leave them in the dust.]

Such a sham! [She stomps her heeled foot once, denting the ground with her strength.]



Option B

[To vent her frustrations properly and with freedom, Grell takes to the training center with her chain whip. Using her chainsaw is too easy, and a challenge was necessary to work out that pent up frustration. She winds up her weapon gives it a resounding crack at a few useless grats. No, not challenging enough.

She looks around for another distraction, but anyone who knows Grell knows she has a one track mind most times.]

Comments

A!

[fierybluebird]

[It doesn't even have to be a cadet seeing this and wanting to flee. Marco gets one good look... and immediately turns away. Every birdie instinct in his feathers is screaming for him to flee while he still can. You're on your own Balamb Garden.]

[redcinemareel]

[SHE SEES YOU! And she's going to throw a pebble at his head!]

[fierybluebird]

[WINCES! Ahhh spotted... Now he'll be in even more trouble. Okay, improvising a quick origami flower to surprise her with and trying to turn on the charm.]

Kitten! Fancy seeing you here!

[redcinemareel]

[...really?]

Were you walking away earlier?

1/2

[fierybluebird]

N-No...

[Yes.]

2/2

[fierybluebird]

[Quickly kisses her cheek and puts the flower in her hair.]

Having a rough day love?

A because Damian is a glutton for punishment

[worthyheir]

[He's like the only student not making way for her.] What is your problem?

[redcinemareel]

[Looks looks over and down at him.]

If you're going to ask that way, then it's NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

[worthyheir]

Must you? This game is getting old.

[redcinemareel]

Must I WHAT? Who's playing games?! [Not in a good mood.]

[worthyheir]

You are. Every time I try to hold a conversation with you you manage to work yourself into a rage.

A

[werepanther]

[uh-oh.

Tom was napping in the Quad, but the sound of Grell's footsteps wakes him up immediately. And judging by the way she looks? He so doesn't want to ask what's going---

Oh. Was that his tail that was stepped on? He yelps.]

HEY! What's going on over here?

1/2

[redcinemareel]

[OOPS!

Grell lifts up her foot and looks to the poor tail--wait, what?]

[redcinemareel]

...why do you have a tail?

[werepanther]

[He's too busy administrating Cure spells to give her a polite answer:] Because I'm a werepanther? And we normally have tails when we're like this?

[redcinemareel]

[She leans in close and squints at him.]

Tom?

[werepanther]

Hey Grell.

[He knows it's been a while since he's been out like this, but he didn't think it was that long!]

A

[espio]

[It doesn't matter what Grell is annoyed about, Espio is going to just roll his eyes at her anyway from his relatively safe position of "up a wall."]

What are you stomping about for?

[redcinemareel]

[She looks around before looking up. Oh, of course. Mr. Grumpy Britches.]

Have you heard about Homecoming?

[espio]

The big party thing?

[Espio's interest in the thing is clearly minimal.]

[redcinemareel]

[SIGHS]

Yes, the big party thing. Turns out that I'm ineligible for any title! UNBELIEVABLE!

A

[rebellingheart]

What's a sham, exactly?

[Oh it's obvious that Grell is upset about something, but Rinoa isn't the sort of person to be cowed by that.]

[redcinemareel]

[Oh, it's Rinoa. Grell sighs loudly in frustration.]

Being unable to defend my TITLE! That's what! Or at least upgrade!

[rebellingheart]

Look on the bright side, there's always next year?

[That's... probably not the best thing to suggest to her Rinoa. Good luck with that.]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell is giving her a dirty look.]

Some bright side.