Mr. Keaton divided up the rest of them, bid them good luck, and sent them
off in different directions. They were to meet back at the same spot,
marked by a huge boulder, three hours later.
Seifer walked over the grass about ten feet ahead of her and Zoey, taking long strides, that Quistis could tell were hard for Zoey to keep up with. They'd only started walking ten minutes ago, and the fifteen year old girl was getting out of breath.
"Could you please slow down a bit?" she asked Seifer, trying to hide the annoyed tone in her voice. He glanced back briefly, turned around, and kept at the same pace.
"Look, if you want to be an ass, fine. Me and Zoey will go our own way." she said.
Zoey waved her hand, gesturing not to worry about it, "No, no, I can keep up. Don't want to fail this assignment over a silly thing like pace." she said with a little giggle.
"I think I see a couple of Geezards over that way..." Seifer said expressionlessly, changing his direction slightly.
Quistis unraveled her chain whip from the belt at her waist and when they got closer, positioned for battle, like Seifer and Zoey.
"You two take that one, I'll take this one here..." Seifer called back to them, approaching one.
Quistis' eyes narrowed. She couldn't say if he taking one on his own because he wanted the credit, or because he was being arrogant. Probably the latter.
She swung the chain whip into a wide arch above her head, then sent it lashing across the geezard's back. Another lashed followed before it could counterattack. Zoey cast a Thundaga on it, and it was down before Seifer's was.
Seifer wiped the slimy green geezard blood dripping from Hyperion onto the grass, and swung it up so the dull side rest on his shoulder. Quistis stepped forward to search around the bodies for screws, Zoey likewise.
"You're pretty good with that whip." Seifer said. Quistis stopped breathing for a second, just froze. "Um...yeah..." she muttered, pretending to search for more screws. Her mind was really in other places, worrying about other things.
Once they'd recovered fourteen dropped screws, they began searching for more geerzards.
"So, where are you from?" Seifer asked Quistis.
"Oh...um...Winhill." she said. Seifer's eyebrows raised slightly.
"Really? Didn't know they had decent women there..." he smirked slightly.
Quistis rolled her eyes. It probably would have offended her, if she was from Winhill. "I'll take that as a compliment..." she said. He smiled.
"Ooh! I see some over there!" Zoey shouted, pointing.
"Don't scare them away..." Seifer muttered. Quistis stifled a giggle as Zoey ran off toward them. She was obviously too caught up in herself to even notice Seifer's comment. This left her and Seifer to walk the next hundred yards or so together.
Quistis thought this would be a good time to find out just what Seifer had been up to lately, just out of curiousity. "Weren't you the one who backed Edea at that parade?"
The smile on Seifer's face immediately vanished. "How would you know that?"
"Well, it -was- a parade, and I just happened to attend. Like a thousand other people." she lied.
"People change." he said back, then began walking forward at a faster pace, probably to avoid anymore questions.
"Hey! I was just wondering!" she yelled at him, now ten feet ahead. "Apparently not -everyone- changes..." she muttered to herself, then ran the rest of the way, past Seifer, up to Zoey and the geezards.
"Took you long enough!" Zoey shouted.
"Next time, don't leave without us." Seifer retorted, approaching them, Hyperion in his right hand.
He took one down with a single swipe.
Quistis smirked. He acted like it was something to be proud of. Oh...yeah...look at me...I'm so tough, killing these ferocious geezards in one hit...
She cracked the whip around the neck of another, bringing him down in a second.
"You guys are really good. Have you had training before coming to Garden or something?" Zoey asked after casting a Watera.
"You could say that." they answered simultaneously. They glanced at eachother briefly, then commenced hacking away at the geezards again.
This time, they brought down seven geezards, giving them a grand total of twenty seven screws.
"How long has it been?" Quistis asked.
Zoey looked at a watch around her wrist. "About an hour and fifteen minutes." she answered.
"And Instructor Keaton told us three hours right?" Quistis said.
"Yep." Zoey answered.
Quistis groaned. "It's -so- hot..."
"You guys want to take a break?" Zoey suggested.
"Breaks are only a waste of time." Seifer replied stiffly.
"Are you still irritated about earlier?" Quistis asked.
"Damnit!" Zoey swore. Quistis turned to look. Zoey was on the ground, holding her ankle.
"What happened?" Quistis asked, kneeling down to inspect her ankle.
"I stepped into that stupid pothole and twisted my ankle!" Zoey said, her jaw clenched and eyes shut tight, fighting the pain.
"Are you sure it's twisted?" Quistis asked.
"Yes I'm sure! It hurts like fuck!" Zoey shouted.
"Hey! Maylee didn't create the hole for you to trip in, so don't take out your anger on her." Seifer said. "What are we going to do now?"
"Well we have to get her back." Quistis said, still kneeling.
Seifer threw up his hands and turned around. "There goes the assignment! And my first one! Damnit! Damnit all!" he swore.
Quistis stood up. "Hey, it's not her fault--"
Seifer turned around and cut her off. "Well if she would have been watching where she was walking--"
"I thought you said people could change?!" Quistis cut him off.
Seifer's eyes narrowed. "And what has that got to do with this?!" he asked.
Quistis went white. She wasn't supposed to know Seifer before this. She should have never said that. "Nevermind." she said. "Are you going to help me or not?"
Seifer groaned and walked over to kneel on the other side of Zoey. "What do I need to do?" he asked.
"Well, we need to wrap something around her ankle to keep it from moving, that will lessen the pain. Then we need to carry her back, she obviously can't walk, we can take turns carrying her." Quistis said.
Seifer shook his head. "You just wrap it up, I'll carry her back. She can't be that heavy..." he said. She was only about Selphie's size.
"What should I wrap it with?" Quistis asked. Seifer shrugged. Quistis took off her long-sleeved, button-up overshirt, she wore a spagetti-strap top underneath "Where's your weapon?" she asked.
Seifer passed her Hyperion. She cut off one of the sleeves as handed it back. "Thank you." she said to Seifer, then turned to Zoey. "I think this will do for now..." she said, wrapping it around Zoey's ankle, and finishing with a knot. "Okay, all set. Seifer?"
He nodded, and hoisted her up easily. "I'm so sorry for all the trouble..." Zoey apologized, almost in tears. "I'm sorry I ruined the mission...I'm so sorry..."
"Relax. There'll be others." Seifer replied.
Quistis smiled.
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Took me long enough, eh? -__- sorry guys. Exams are coming, and I've been hitting the books more than ever.
Seifer walked over the grass about ten feet ahead of her and Zoey, taking long strides, that Quistis could tell were hard for Zoey to keep up with. They'd only started walking ten minutes ago, and the fifteen year old girl was getting out of breath.
"Could you please slow down a bit?" she asked Seifer, trying to hide the annoyed tone in her voice. He glanced back briefly, turned around, and kept at the same pace.
"Look, if you want to be an ass, fine. Me and Zoey will go our own way." she said.
Zoey waved her hand, gesturing not to worry about it, "No, no, I can keep up. Don't want to fail this assignment over a silly thing like pace." she said with a little giggle.
"I think I see a couple of Geezards over that way..." Seifer said expressionlessly, changing his direction slightly.
Quistis unraveled her chain whip from the belt at her waist and when they got closer, positioned for battle, like Seifer and Zoey.
"You two take that one, I'll take this one here..." Seifer called back to them, approaching one.
Quistis' eyes narrowed. She couldn't say if he taking one on his own because he wanted the credit, or because he was being arrogant. Probably the latter.
She swung the chain whip into a wide arch above her head, then sent it lashing across the geezard's back. Another lashed followed before it could counterattack. Zoey cast a Thundaga on it, and it was down before Seifer's was.
Seifer wiped the slimy green geezard blood dripping from Hyperion onto the grass, and swung it up so the dull side rest on his shoulder. Quistis stepped forward to search around the bodies for screws, Zoey likewise.
"You're pretty good with that whip." Seifer said. Quistis stopped breathing for a second, just froze. "Um...yeah..." she muttered, pretending to search for more screws. Her mind was really in other places, worrying about other things.
Once they'd recovered fourteen dropped screws, they began searching for more geerzards.
"So, where are you from?" Seifer asked Quistis.
"Oh...um...Winhill." she said. Seifer's eyebrows raised slightly.
"Really? Didn't know they had decent women there..." he smirked slightly.
Quistis rolled her eyes. It probably would have offended her, if she was from Winhill. "I'll take that as a compliment..." she said. He smiled.
"Ooh! I see some over there!" Zoey shouted, pointing.
"Don't scare them away..." Seifer muttered. Quistis stifled a giggle as Zoey ran off toward them. She was obviously too caught up in herself to even notice Seifer's comment. This left her and Seifer to walk the next hundred yards or so together.
Quistis thought this would be a good time to find out just what Seifer had been up to lately, just out of curiousity. "Weren't you the one who backed Edea at that parade?"
The smile on Seifer's face immediately vanished. "How would you know that?"
"Well, it -was- a parade, and I just happened to attend. Like a thousand other people." she lied.
"People change." he said back, then began walking forward at a faster pace, probably to avoid anymore questions.
"Hey! I was just wondering!" she yelled at him, now ten feet ahead. "Apparently not -everyone- changes..." she muttered to herself, then ran the rest of the way, past Seifer, up to Zoey and the geezards.
"Took you long enough!" Zoey shouted.
"Next time, don't leave without us." Seifer retorted, approaching them, Hyperion in his right hand.
He took one down with a single swipe.
Quistis smirked. He acted like it was something to be proud of. Oh...yeah...look at me...I'm so tough, killing these ferocious geezards in one hit...
She cracked the whip around the neck of another, bringing him down in a second.
"You guys are really good. Have you had training before coming to Garden or something?" Zoey asked after casting a Watera.
"You could say that." they answered simultaneously. They glanced at eachother briefly, then commenced hacking away at the geezards again.
This time, they brought down seven geezards, giving them a grand total of twenty seven screws.
"How long has it been?" Quistis asked.
Zoey looked at a watch around her wrist. "About an hour and fifteen minutes." she answered.
"And Instructor Keaton told us three hours right?" Quistis said.
"Yep." Zoey answered.
Quistis groaned. "It's -so- hot..."
"You guys want to take a break?" Zoey suggested.
"Breaks are only a waste of time." Seifer replied stiffly.
"Are you still irritated about earlier?" Quistis asked.
"Damnit!" Zoey swore. Quistis turned to look. Zoey was on the ground, holding her ankle.
"What happened?" Quistis asked, kneeling down to inspect her ankle.
"I stepped into that stupid pothole and twisted my ankle!" Zoey said, her jaw clenched and eyes shut tight, fighting the pain.
"Are you sure it's twisted?" Quistis asked.
"Yes I'm sure! It hurts like fuck!" Zoey shouted.
"Hey! Maylee didn't create the hole for you to trip in, so don't take out your anger on her." Seifer said. "What are we going to do now?"
"Well we have to get her back." Quistis said, still kneeling.
Seifer threw up his hands and turned around. "There goes the assignment! And my first one! Damnit! Damnit all!" he swore.
Quistis stood up. "Hey, it's not her fault--"
Seifer turned around and cut her off. "Well if she would have been watching where she was walking--"
"I thought you said people could change?!" Quistis cut him off.
Seifer's eyes narrowed. "And what has that got to do with this?!" he asked.
Quistis went white. She wasn't supposed to know Seifer before this. She should have never said that. "Nevermind." she said. "Are you going to help me or not?"
Seifer groaned and walked over to kneel on the other side of Zoey. "What do I need to do?" he asked.
"Well, we need to wrap something around her ankle to keep it from moving, that will lessen the pain. Then we need to carry her back, she obviously can't walk, we can take turns carrying her." Quistis said.
Seifer shook his head. "You just wrap it up, I'll carry her back. She can't be that heavy..." he said. She was only about Selphie's size.
"What should I wrap it with?" Quistis asked. Seifer shrugged. Quistis took off her long-sleeved, button-up overshirt, she wore a spagetti-strap top underneath "Where's your weapon?" she asked.
Seifer passed her Hyperion. She cut off one of the sleeves as handed it back. "Thank you." she said to Seifer, then turned to Zoey. "I think this will do for now..." she said, wrapping it around Zoey's ankle, and finishing with a knot. "Okay, all set. Seifer?"
He nodded, and hoisted her up easily. "I'm so sorry for all the trouble..." Zoey apologized, almost in tears. "I'm sorry I ruined the mission...I'm so sorry..."
"Relax. There'll be others." Seifer replied.
Quistis smiled.
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Took me long enough, eh? -__- sorry guys. Exams are coming, and I've been hitting the books more than ever.