Soliloquy Addams-- I know some people are unhappy about an "anti-Rinoa" fic. I don't have anything against her, and respect her for who she is- it shows in "Tag" and elsewhere. But others who are *also* my friends feel a *lot* differently! Rinoa's happiness and getting what she wants comes at their expense.
This one is for the Avatars ... "the one and only Instructor Trepe" who got me started in rp (never forgotten!), Squall-mun the shonen-ai-kami, and especially the "Pandemonium's mistress".
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Dedicated to everyone's favorite bundle of rage in one small package. ::bows, leaves offering, etc::
In one of the second floor lecture rooms Instructor Trepe found a book left behind. It had a schoolbus-yellow cover and read "Getting Away With Murder For Dummies". Oh, so they make this one now? Apparently.
She opened the cover to check if a student had written a name inside and found instead oodles of cartoon panels added in. Good goddess, these were demented! And these stick figures were dressed like Rinoa. Cliffs and falling seemed to be a popular theme.
There seemed to be serious notes put in as well. "Rockclimbing... invite" was crossed out with "need alibi" jotted beneath. She looked at all the comics and skimmed the actual text, and when her legs got tired Quistis absently pulled out a chair from one of the student stations without taking her eyes off the book.
She jumped out of her skin sometime later to find she wasn't alone. Someone had walked in like a spectre without word or footsteps making a sound - - Fuujin. The smaller woman was on the steps a few feet away looking down at her, and this loathing stare right now was fearsome enough to give anyone a shock. Quistis fidgeted under the accusation and wondered why did the woman have to keep staring without saying anything??
Finally, she did. "BOOK, MINE."
"I was only reading it to see who it belonged to!"
"THIRTY MINUTES? GIGGLING?"
"Umm..." Hey, teachers were supposed to outrank the Disciplinary Committee, weren't they? So act like it! The fact that the trio were adept at making someone's life a living hell if they chose was no reason to bite your tongue.... "I suppose the first instruction in here should have been not to leave this lying around," Quistis said smugly, trying to gain superiority.
"VOODOO DOLL."
"Yipes!" The instructor gave a guilty twitch. "So you found that, huh? Can't someone take up a hobby without it being your business?! I'm not surprised, what with..." And she began a tirade about the Disciplinary Committee snooping and having eyes and ears all over the school.
"THROUGH?"
"Looks that way," she admitted sheepishly.
They looked at each other. Eventually Fuujin's gaze deliberately lowered to one of her drawings. It was sweet bedtime reading for any child - - assuming the child liked horrible monsters chomping on people.
"So... what do we do now?"
"TEAMWORK?"