At least the soup is good…. Too bad everything else seems so horribly screwed up… she sighed under the illusions of blowing on the piping hot stew and slowly eating savoring the hearty flavor, she hadn't realized, it must have been four days since she had eaten anything. Well, after this was done she would have to move on again, but that seemed rather hopeless at this point with the garden mobile it could be anywhere…
"so dear where ya comein from all bared and burned 'n such?" The woman asked from the nearby stove hoping to discover something about her mysterious houseguest.
Well… she couldn't very well admit to being the renowned Knight's friend, she might as well put the gun to her own head…. Well, one other answer wasn't exactly lying…
"Garden" she muttered but the sharp old woman paused for a bare moment and then resumed what she was doing. Fujin mulled her thoughts turning them over repeatedly, planning and deliberating with herself, she had been the brains of the posse and that was not for just anything. But sadly her options were very limited in a number of respects.
"Garden you say? That wouldn't happen to be Balamb garden would it? They stop around here often…" the woman's words tapered off in her mind after that as she marveled at this realization, but it made sense, many great mechanics were here meaning that whenever garden came to damage they would return here for a look over… Bingo.
"Frequency?" she asked turning her head from the empty cup, watching the woman with a glare that gave her Goosebumps, she had to think about it however, it was not an everyday thing but it did happen rather often.
"about every month or so I suppose, sometimes more if something happens, a gear slips or something goes haywire, it is an old system you know." She answered as completely as possible but it was difficult to say.
"Last Arrival?" Fujin was beginning to get excited this may be her first big break, Garden came here often, it couldn't be more than thirty days, this was perfect, she almost smiled but she thought hard then…. How in hell's name was she planning to get inside? There were only three ways in and none particularly easy to access from the ground, and she definitely couldn't go traipsing inside out of nowhere she would be gunned down right there in the hallway. She brooded, and was thinking so hard and so fast she almost missed the response.
"about a month ago now that I think about it…. They should be returning rather soon. Maybe as early as tomorrow." That, is was you call, Dumb Luck.
"and so, in light of all the training and budgeting and this and that not to mention repair bills and supply costs…" Selphie prattled off numbers, figures, math, and all sorts of things he only began to grasp, but as acting Headmaster/Commander he was required to approve any budget costs and all major curriculum changes…. What a boring job. They were sitting in the converted office that had been a classroom once since Cid's office was now the bridge. However, it was fine because it was Zell's class and they met in the Training center anyway. It was sparse, but he had managed to give it an air of authority, featuring a picture of Cid as the founder and various awards and commendations from different countries and towns that had asked for SeeD assistance since it's founding. It really was rather stuffy, but he put up with the pretentiousness on the grounds that he met with Clientele here and it needed to endow a certain amount of respect and awe. He had almost dozed off when she began to wrap up.
"so, to conclude I think we need to make a small cut to the Apparel and Dress budgets to allocate additional funding into the training budget. Okay?" she ended on her little musical note she always did and he took a deep breath looking at the neatly organized and stamped papers trying to seem like he understood a word of it.
"sounds alright to me, no complaints, get it done ASAP." His words were quick and quit as ever but she nodded and smiled gathering up everything and moving off to set it in motion, he just spun around to face the extended window that looked out to the sea they were now crossing to FH…. He really had to admit he liked that place. He knew where he could be alone, sometimes he even took some time to sit and chat with Martine, he let himself smile when he thought of the calming breeze and cool air, it was probably the only nice thing he did for himself anymore. He had a feeling it would be a quiet week.