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Daniel Simmonds - Neomancer Mike

Arianne Siderius - Topaz Weapon

Ven d'Loire Stormwind - Matt Addison

Callie Sayuki - Balambgirl

Ethan Torre - neto360

Kasia Morn - Ultimaodin

Hector Warring - Lone Warrior

Amedea Guerra - Amari (withdrawn)

Tabby Kapak - TWINTEN

Ny Gardin - Anaya290

Amelia Sivolie - SquallyBalambGirl

Arkel Milhouse - T.I.P. (withdrawn)

Izzy Deleo -xxxRockerxxx

Takuya Hiratoshi - Mitsukuni

Stern Von Allen - Gary15

* Squad D: Callie, Hector, Tabby, Leader.
* Squad E: Dan, Ny, NPC, Leader.
* Squad F: Ethan, Izzy, Amelia, Leader.
* Squad G: Arianne, Takuya, Ven, Leader.

Daniel Simmonds, more commonly known as ‘Dan’ to the few who know him in person, arose from the warm comfort of his pinstriped, light-blue bed, which was tucked conveniently into the back corner of the room. It was a dark and quiet morning, all that could be heard was the faint humming sound Garden made whilst skimming the calm, deep-blue oceans, and the few seagulls that had awoken to accompany it along it’s journey.

Dan stood to his feet, the cool tiles of the pearl-white floor that would normally send chills up another’s spine, only to do nothing unto him. He was impervious to the cold, having been born in the frozen lands of the Bika Snowfields of the Trabia continent. If anything, he found Garden, and life at sea to be rather warm.

His long, dark blond hair, which lay just over his radiant blue eyes, was windswept to one side as he slid open the window on the wall adjacent to his bed. He could smell the bitter-sweet scent of the saltwater vapour, as it sprayed at him ever so slightly. He looked up at the horizon, the dark skies were beginning to lighten up, the stars still in plain sight as they glistened in the nothingness above.

“Four in the morning”, he thought to himself as he slid the window closed again, before taking a step to his right, ending up at his desk. Past SeeD exam papers lay flat in neat, organised piles, and positioned against the far wall. He passed textbooks and many other means of relevant educational material, as he stretched his arm across to turn on a silver reading lamp.

He turned around, travelled the short distance between the desk and his bed, and reached over towards a hanger on the wall on the far side of his bed. On it, suspended on a nail, which had been hammered into the wall, was a long-sleeved white shirt, with two patterned black rings around the right elbow. He carelessly tossed the hanger onto his untidy bed, and pulled the shirt over his pale, yet finely cut torso.

After wiping his now untidy fringe to one side, in the same manner the wind had blown it earlier, he knelt down besides his bed, and pulled out two boots from under its steel frame. After slipping his feet comfortably into the cushioned interior of the dark, leather boots, and tying the thick khaki laces tightly, he reached further under the bed, from which ha pulled out a black sheath and belt. They had both been laced with silver thread, and seemed to buckle together in a way convenient for the wearer.

Dan strapped the belt around his waste, clipping the two ends of the stainless-steel buckle together in the way he had always done, then clipped the sheath onto a connection to his left. He looked down at the protruding handle, the only visible part of the sword once sheathed. The grip was tightly wrapped with brown leather, which seemed worn from where Dan had held it, and the steel guards on either side were well polished, and shimmered in the faint light of the lamp.

He was set.

He stood to his feet once more, and made his way light-footedly out of his part of the two-room dorm, making sure not to disturb the sleep of the fellow SeeD cadet in the next room. He made sure he didn’t make a sound as he made his way into the open corridor outside, which lead to the main Garden complex. The many open gaps in the corridor leading outside, allowed for a more distinct breeze, the saltwater vapour filling Dan’s lungs as his hair was swept to one side yet again, just the way he liked it.

Throughout the duration of his short stay at Balamb Garden, he noticed the many differences when comparing the place to Trabia Garden, the major one being the Training Centre. It was a conveniently placed facility in which the seniors could hone their skills against the various monsters situated there, without having to leave the school premises. Certainly a privilege that Trabia didn’t have. Another difference being the overall structure of the two Gardens. Balamb, being neatly stacked together in a shape very similar to a ‘Spider-Diagram’, and Trabia having the more the more industrial look.

Dan could hear the faint trickle of the water fountain surrounding the main support structure as he arrived at the central complex. A mere murmur when compared to the powerful roar of the artificial waterfalls, which were only activated during the later hours of the morning. Crickets could be heard echoing throughout the vast depths of the complex, from the many beautiful gardens, which separated each section of garden off, a slightly more pleasant noise when compared to the complete silence of Trabia at night.

His footsteps attracted the attention of the many Garden Faculty patrolling the restricted facilities. The Training Centre, the area Dan was heading to, was the only area open for utilisation after curfew, and the early hours of the morning.

His journey through the corridor leading to the entrance of the Training Centre was interrupted when a member of SeeD in full uniform stopped him just before the Y-junction.

“You’re the new guy, right?” he spoke in a light, friendly voice, his uniform’s golden collar glistening in the fluorescent light, “The one from Trabia?”

“Yeah?” replied Dan in his usual quiet tone, resting his hands on his hips.
“First, my condolences for what happened to Trabia during the Galbadian Missile Crisis.” He gave Dan the traditional Balamb salute.

“Thanks”, he replied with a half-smile on his face, “I’m glad you guys here managed to escape in time.”

The SeeD, hesitant, continued, “All thanks to Commander Leonhart, him and the rest of the heroes who defeated Ultimecia.”

“I heard about that,” said Dan looking to one side, “must be quite some publicity.”

“It is, isn’t it?” the SeeD nodded approvingly, “In any case, I’m here to discuss more important issues.” This comment attracted Dan’s attention, bringing eye contact back to the SeeD. “I was sent here by the Garden Faculty who have seen you come by here every morning, at this time, since the day you arrived. You are aware of the T-Rexaur roaming these facilities?”

“Yeah, I read the tutorial.”

“Good. Then you know the rules and regulations regarding the possible dangers involved?”

Dan raised an eyebrow, “‘If you aren’t prepared, flight is your best option’? Yeah, I got it.”

“Alright, just making sure, standard procedure. They’re quite rare, so hopefully you won’t run in to any of them, but when you do and decide to push your luck…” the SeeD ran his thumb across the front of his neck, in a rather facetious gesture, before continuing back towards the Central complex.

Dan made his way further inside the corridor, hearing the Seed shout back; “Have fun!”.
He reached the entrance to the Training Centre, the Y-intersection before the real danger. All around him was wildlife, he was standing on treaded grass, and ahead of him was a tall, electric fence, and two meter-long, blast-resistant, stainless-steel doors to his left and right. He walked to the right and made his way through the student I.D scanning device, opening the doors to the beyond.

There he stood, with his eyes closed, listening to the ambience of the wildlife around him. He could hear the flowing water of the stream over the bridge ahead, and the multitude of natural melodies produced by the many insects living within the bushes on either side of the path. He heard the steel doors behind him close and lock, sending echoes out through the wilderness, disturbing the natural harmony.

He clasped his hand around the handle of his sword, and felt a powerful surge of energy pulsing through his body. He was fully Junctioned to his usual stature, with ‘Ixion’, a Guardian of lightning, the same GF he had been junctioned to since his earlier adolescent days as a cadet.

He drew his blade; a ringing chime produced as the polished steel rim of the sheath shaved the blade of the sword. It was a truly magnificent tool. The blade itself stood roughly 120 centimetres long, and was 4 centimetres in width. The middle of the blade was cut out from the base, leaving a gap in the centre, which joined at the tip of the sword. It was light as a feather, but deadly all the same; it’s sleek edge capable of dividing almost anything. A very useful one-handed shortsword.
Dan remained where he stood, holding the Millennium Sword in tight grasp with both hands, still listening. He could still feel the power pulsing through him, his mighty Thunder-Elemental Paramagic junctioned to his sword for full effect. But then something caught his eye; he was standing on a card. He knelt down and picked it up with a free hand, identifying it immediately to be one in the popular ‘Triple Triad’ card set, a T-Rexaur.

He recalled hearing one of his classmates mentioning that they were lacking a T-Rexaur card in his set, a set of rare cards as a matter of fact. He had a Gagantua, an Abyss Worm, and even a Blue Dragon card.
“Blue Dragons…” he thought, “I hate the damn things.”

At that, he heard a disturbing rustle in the bushes around him. He swiftly tucked away the card in his back pocket, meaning to give it to his classmate later, and held his sword tightly in both hands ahead of him, facing the direction of the alerting sounds. A Grat cautiously protruded from the bush ahead of him, its lengthy tentacles swaying in the air above it, and its mouth producing an acid which proceeded to drip onto the dirty grit below, corroding in its demise ever so slightly.

Dan stood his ground, watching its tentacles closely, planning his next move. Then suddenly, after an ear-splitting shriek, and with the full force of its body weight, it lashed all of its tentacles from above, towards its target, only to collide with the earth. Dan, recovering from his evasive roll to the left, kicked off with three powerful strides forward. He leapt into the air towards the aggressor, sword high above his head, radiant with the glowing blue electricity. He was ready to land the decicive blow.

EDIT: Added a paragraph, changed GF name 'Indra' to 'Ixion'.

This message was edited by Neomancer Mike on Jul 13 2007.

While Dan was on his way to the training centre, Tabby lay wide awake in her comfortable dormitory bed. She still couldn't understand why her roommates were always complaining how hard the mattresses were. Lying there silently, trying not to wake her roomies, her thoughts went to her parents. "Would they still have the same old wooden bed?" A long sigh escaped her mouth... While she thought about her parents, her thoughts went back to the day before, to the discussion she had had with her classmates Tanya and Jessy. While it started all in such fun and laughter, the conversation somehow had gotten really serious. Tabby at first failed to remember what turned the conversation to the topic of her future...

Tanya & Jessy: "Come on Tabby! Show him who's the strongest!!"
Tabby: *grinning* "Hhhhnnot a problem!" *BAM!* The hand of her opponent crashed with a loud bang on the table as Tabby smiled at him and then up to her friends.
Jessy: "Hahaaaah! The Jumbo Cactuar Card! That's one you did not have yet right?" *claps hands excitedly*
Tanya: "Wow, your collection keeps growing Tab!"
Tabby: "Yup! Now if only I could learn the rules!"
*Josh leaves the table after dropping his Jumbo Cactuar card on the table, muttering to himself...*
Tabby: "Bye Josh, thanks!" *winks*
Jessy: "OOooooh!!" *looks at Tabby's hatchet which stands under the table* "You're again trespassing the rules Tabby!" she wispered.
Tabby: "No I'm not?! They're idiots! When I chose this hatchet to be my weapon of choice, they said it was not a real weapon!" *mimicks a weird manlike voice* "It's only some metal on a stick!"
Jessy: *giggles* "Yeah, that's what you always say but you got busted for it soooo many times already!"
Tabby: "Argh, to hell with that disciplinary committee! They were onto me ever since I beat that Seifer and this new committe is no different! They're biased against me!"
Tanya: "If you want to pass, you really have to stay out of trouble Tabby! The teachers will be biased too towards your exams if you keep causing trouble!"
Tabby: "Gaaaagh, what's the trouble?! It's not like I swing it about in every direction?!"
Jessy: "Sssshtt, not so loud!"
Tanya: "No, but rules are rules Tabby!"
Jessy: "You're 19 right? If you fail again, you will never become a SeeD!"
Tabby: "...."
Tanya: "Yeah, and what are you gonna do then huh?"
Tabby: "Pffft, I'll just chop wood, what I have always done!"
Jessy: "Is that what you trained for all these years?!"
Tabby: "Hmmmmnngh... At least now I won't have to run or hide if I encounter an Anacondaur! Or those overgrown Funguars!" *waves arm to wave away any critics*
Tanya: "Come on Tabby, you can't be serious?!"
Tabby: "... anyone a hotdog?"
Jessy: "That's right, Tabby can never be serious!" *giggles*
Tanya: *giggles*
Tabby: *laughs*

*sigh* Tabby sits up in her bed... "Yeah, that's right... I can never be serious." *shakes head* "One... more... chance... What will I tell my parents?!" she pondered as she looked at the clock. "What?! 4:20? Time to get up girl! Those blasted books are waiting!"

The night was still young, progressively cycled to a full bodied moon that could be barely glimpsed through the slits in the semi-open vertical blinds. Rolling over for the umpteenth time, Ven stopped and sat up.

Doesn't look like I am going to get any sleep tonight...

He swiveled in place, throwing his feet to slap against the cold tiled floor. Pushing away from the confines of the bed, he stood and surveyed the small room around him. His bed lay tucked into a carved out section of the wall. Just above it, also in the groove was a small shelf for the bare minimum of personal belongings. At the moment, a few small books and shells lined the shelf, spaced out enough to give the illusion of him owning more than he actually did. However, in reality, everything that was sitting on that shelf had been accumulated since arriving at Balamb Garden. The only items he had brought with him were the clothes he had worn upon his back, and a small quarter wrist mythril bracelet -- which was all that remained of his heritage.

Sighing, he rifled through a very small closet that sat opposite the bed. The aisle between the bed and the closet was confining, like that of a supermarket isle crowded with trolleys. There was barely enough room to do anything except perhaps get changed, and that was about it.

He was quick to change from pajamas to something more fitting for walking around Balamb Garden in. The night was a little balmy, and his destination always seemed to be quite warm, with the artificially heated environment. As such, Ven opted for a pair of blue trousers, a white shirt, a blue jacket over that and a slim belt around his waist more for show than to keep the article of clothing it was affixed to from precariously falling and putting him in an embarrassing situation. Equipped with all he felt he needed, he exited his small room, into the joint living area that he shared with no-one in particular. Since the Sorceress Ultimecia had been defeated, a lot of the Garden had disbanded, feeling that there was no need to remain as the threat had gone. Ven had felt otherwise, and with nowhere else to go, had remained behind as one of the few students that had decided to remain with the military facility.

The hallway was quiet with naught but a slight breeze and the hooting of a night owl that rested in a nearby tree. Garden was still in mid-flight whilst the Headmaster decided where the next location to settle would be. When Ven had first come to Balamb Garden, he had been quite frightened by the dizzying heights that one would experience were they to look over the edge to the ground that sat below a set of complex revolving apparatus that hummed softly as it spun, glowed, and kept Balamb Garden afloat above both the ground and the ocean, when the structure was steered into the deep water. It had soon become customary though, and was something that Ven had grown used to with his life at Balamb Garden. It certainly was an experience, however to go to bed one night and awake the next morning in an entirely different location. Whilst Ven had not seen the full world as it was known, he knew that aboard Balamb Garden, he would eventually go to the places that no normal human had ever been before.

Coming upon the large bound doors of the Training Centre; his ultimate destination, in his travels, he stopped for a moment to duck into a side room that held all armaments and forms of training weaponry that was not allowed to be carelessly taken around the academy upon the personage of those that resided there. Picking up a sturdy wooden quarter staff and testing its weight, he felt that it was the object of possession that he had long missed from his hands. A staff was a strength that allowed one support when injured, or walking through a precarious area. It also offered protection against assaults from the front, and could be used defensively to deflect attacks. Like the staff that he now gripped between his hands, Ven yearned to be the support that would enable others to continue fighting beyond their normal means of mortality.

With a distinct click, and a push the door to the Training Centre opened in a wide arc, blowing out a gust of warm wind, and a fetid stench of rotting debris and marshy water. Turning to the side to take a deep breath of fresh air, Ven stepped beyond the portal into the facility where he would be able to best test his mettle and strength.

The only question was, was he strong enough?

Arianne Siderius blinked her eyes several times in response to the darkness that she awoke to. She could hear the soft whine of the engines propelling Balamb Garden, but the sound effect was negligible as far as she was concerned. Garden was still drifting on the vast seas, no where near landfall. Annoyance could not be missed on her face had there been another observer in the room. The lack of light pouring through the small window above her bed indicated that morning was not near at the present hour. “Figures,” she grumbled harshly to herself as she brushed a strand of auburn hair from her eyes and stretched her legs out underneath the warm covers of her bed. Many thoughts dashed about in her mind, including her demanding schedule for the day, and the consequences her continued lack of sleep would increase the fatigue she would feel at the end of it. The room felt unusually warm tonight, acting antagonistically against her will to return to sleep. The effects of her anxiety had already been released into her blood stream, and she could feel the nervousness pulse through her body. Instinctively, she pressed her thumb between her eyes and just above the bridge of her nose and drew in a few well rehearsed deep breaths. Together the actions managed the nervous rush, but she allowed her thumb to remain on the acupressure point. A certain thought predominated over the rest, and it was tonight as it was every night, the catalyst for her sleep disturbance. “I want to see you again,” she thought sadly into the night. The uncertainty surrounding the loss of her beloved Xander hurt like sharp spikes being driven into her core.

“I will not forget you.” Her whisper scarcely resonated in the dark dormitory room, and it was as if the deep darkness itself consumed the words. Again she repeated the promise but she simply wasn’t convincing tonight. It stung deep within her chest every time she thought about it. The one who she meant to hear it was only a memory now. A memory that was now an eternity away from her since Galbadia Garden’s whereabouts were unknown She closed her eyes forcefully, keeping the pooling tears from straying down her face as she lay in her dorm bed.

“You’re stronger than this,” she reminded herself. With her eyes closed she recreated a partial image of the one she was trying not to forget. She remembered he had deeply colored sapphire eyes, tousled dark brown hair—so dark it was almost black, and a squarely defined chin and jawline. Those descriptors she easily remembered, but she had written them down weeks before when she learned of the risk of memory loss from Guardian Force utilization. But still she could never seem to create an accurate image of his face in her mind. His sapphire blue eyes, those would be the last thing she would ever forget, but she couldn’t remember what they looked like. Her masticatory muscles tensed, and her breathing slowed as she reached out again with her mind, once again attempting to summon what wasn’t there to be called. But suddenly his facial image appeared, though it was masked by a dark shroud, and details were indistinct. His medium length dark brown hair and square jawline and chin framed the dark eyes, but everything was wrong, and she couldn’t hold the image in her mind’s eye long enough.

The crisp scratchy standard-issue bed sheets were stiflingly hot, and the air in the room was distractingly stuffy. Arianne sighed as she dismissed the inevitably failed picture-perfect reflection of Xander from her mind. It was useless. The human mind wasn’t designed for such an ability, regardless of experience with GF. Defeated, she opened her eyes and relaxed her hand from applying pressure between her them.

She pulled the miserable sheets back, and welcomed the transient draft that the action created. Arianne pondered randomly as she lay on her back in her bed, her eyes beginning to make sense of the shapes surrounding her in the darkness. It was Xander who had suggested she transfer to Balamb Garden for top notch education in GF and magic. Despite Galbadia Garden’s lack of GF training protocol, she was used to having one junctioned. She had encountered her GF a few years ago on an arbitrary training mission, and solved his riddles to earn herself the right to junction with him. Xander had witnessed first hand the way junctioning to a GF had improved her confidence level in battle and out of it, and encouraged her to maintain her relationship with the GF. Her separation from Xander was supposed to be at maximum several months while she learned the final elements of her training. But the history of the world had changed very soon after she settled into Balamb Garden, leaving her desires behind. Now all she had to cling to was her potential for becoming a SeeD, and her motivation was not lacking. At times it was hard to remember what she was running from, something she attributed to the GF, but it still drove her forward. She was determined to become more—to be elite—and she was merciless with herself when it came to training and studying in the ways of SeeD.

It was unbearably hot in her bedroom. Arianne rolled to her left before sitting up. Her feet silently rested on the floor, and she was loathe to feel even the tile lacked their common cool feel. Her eyes were now well accustomed to the darkness in her room. She moved expertly across to where her outfit hung, and changed into it in silence. The black cloth of her shirt and slacks clung to the damp skin of her arms and legs as she pulled them on. She left her night clothes where they fell on the floor; ordinarily she would abhor such sloppiness, but the heat irked her so badly that she simply wanted out of her room. Quickly she pulled on her black leather combat boots, and tightened the black buckles that jingled lightly as she did so. Silently she opened the small door that separated her bedding area from the rest of the dorm room that she shared with another girl. Cooler air greeted Arianne the moment she opened the door, drying the sheen of sweat that had collected on her brow, and she decided to leave the door fully ajar in her absence, in hopes that air would circulate through it.

She snuck over to the locker where Thorn was kept, and entered the digital code, resenting the beeps and bloops produced by the unit. The cadet she shared a room with had wisely left the small separating door open, and she would feel bad for disturbing her comrade’s sleeping, knowing she had some highly anticipated Magic proficiencies later in the morning. But the other girl’s soft breathing sounds reassured Arianne that she was still sleeping.

Arianne pulled on the locker latch causing the door to swing open, revealing three shelves and a long side compartment. The middlemost shelf contained her black and silver laptop and a few stacks of book and papers related to her SeeD studies. The top shelf barely revealed her treasured Triple Triad collection in the dark, wrapped in a blue and purple silk kerchief. Arianne glanced briefly at them, reminiscing about at conversation she’d had with one of the taller dark haired boys in her class. She’d promised to play Triple Triad with him, but felt very protective of her cards, and was currently procrastinating on that promise. She used to play Triple Triad avidly in Galbadia Garden, but hadn’t played anyone here since she arrived. At least the rules she was accustomed to seemed more challenging than the rules commonly used in Balamb Garden, and would possibly be to her advantage.

She pushed the entertaining thoughts away as she reached into the long side compartment and pulled out her trusted weapon: the sword Thorn. The jet black long sword, resting in its dark scabbard could barely be seen in the darkness. The exception was the crystal-like blood red vein that twisted intricately from the same colored diamond shaped pummel point, around the hilt, and terminated on the pointed ends of the triple ended guards that also ended in triangular points. The points were oriented symmetrically, with the most proximal pair facing laterally, the most distal pair facing inferiorly, and the middle pair situated between the other two. The blade of the sword, which was shielded in the scabbard was jet black, and did not contain any of the red veins. Arianne unsheathed Thorn partly, and was delighted by the crystal ring that was produced by the friction between the blade and its cover. Satisfied, she returned the blade to its resting place in the sheath, and donned the ensemble. She wore the sword on her back, so that the case didn’t interfere with her leg movements in battle. The sword handle tilted to the left of her neck for easy over-the-shoulder retrieval, and the soft black leather belts of brace crisscrossed comfortably over her chest.

After carefully adjusting her weapon, Arianne grabbed her student ID card and gently closed the locker door. The clock on the wall indicated that the time was 2:27. Arianne smirked facetiously at the clock as she slipped the badge to her belt and she walked out of the room. The hallway was even cooler in temperature than room was, and for that she was grateful. But knowing her destination was hot and humid she was in no hurry to arrive there, she stood in the hallway contemplating. She searched the back of her mind until she was aware of the low grade surge of powerful feelings, and she smiled to herself. Umbra was there, and her Magic junctions were established. The gratifying prospect of chopping a grat or two became obvious, and she began walking towards the main rotunda of Balamb Garden.


This message was edited by Topaz Weapon on Sep 05 2008.

Callie Sayuki sprung out of bed, the moment the shrill ringing of her alarm clock echoed within the 4 walls of her room. Waking up was her favourite part of the day, it meant she had the entire day ahead of her. Recently Callie had began to love that feeling she had, just as she woke up, when she knew she had a whole day, yet no idea what she would experience in those 24 little hours. She hated planning ahead, it seemed to her, making plans only tempted fate, and it seemed fate wanted to interfere with her plans. She had never planned to end up here, a SeeD cadet in Balambgarden, it was only because of her circumstances, because of her past, because of Asana...

"No" she said to herself, her voice a barely audiable whisper "No, don't think about her." She closed her eyes and tried to dismiss the sadness and emptiness she felt whenever she first thought about her Sister. The memories she had...they were only the grief and the loss. The strength of it had managed to take over all of Callies happy memories, the memories she loved so much, the memories of all the fun they had had growing up together-from little toddlers raiding their mothers make up bag to helping Asana pick out her wedding dress.

Approaching the mirror jammed amongst books on her crowded desk, she looked at the photo pinned to the corner as the gentle light of sunrise shone into the room. It was a simple picture, a girl sitting on a park bench, the sun light framing her figure,an elegant shillouette. Callie smiled, her expression mirroring that of the girl in the photgraph. Asana was always happy, always smiling.."She would want me to be happy too." Callie finished.
Everytime Callie felt dispare over her troubled past, she would turn it into determination, determination to be happy, to live her life to the full. Somewhere inside she felt she was living for Asana too. She had life, more than so many people, she knew she had to be happy for that, and the smile that she was known for appeared on her pretty features. To others, Callie was one of those people who was always happy, and majority of the time she was happy. there were moments were she felt overwhelmed by sadness, and by the desire for answers, although she doubted she would ever recieve those answers. She still hoped, she still longed to know, but she pushed that thought to the back of her mind, focusing on the present. Garden life certainly kept her busy enough.

Plugging her headphones into her ears and hitting the play button, she let the music motivate her and she made her way across the rather small room to her wardrobe. Surveying the clothes in her wardrobe, she began to pull out the items she wanted to wear that day. She was known throughout garden for having a rather quirky sense of fashion that was uniquely hers. She pulled on a black blouse with 3 quarter length sleeves, then adding a white corset on top giving her that all important layered look, another trademark of hers. A simple black mini skirt seemed the obvious choice now. Finally, black tights printed with white stars and black knee high boots completed the ensemble.
"Perfect" Callie smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Although not a stunning girl, Callie had a simple kind of prettiness and held the attention of many of the male garden students. Although majority of it was unwanted, Callie didnt want various men after her, she just wanted to find one man, she wanted to fall in love. She wanted to find someone she could show her true self too, someone with whom she could be more than 'fun'.
Next Callie automatically made her way over to the mirror and began applying her distinctive make up. Callie liked everything to be distinctive, striking. She framed her eyes with a thick line of eyeliner, and coloured her lips a deep shade of red. The rest of her face seemed to fade away slightly behind the make-up, but that was a security to Callie. In a way, she hid behind it. Finally she ran a brush through her long dark hair, the various coloured streaks glistening in the light, and she was ready to go.

She headed down the main passage of Garden,passing only a few students on her way. The near silence was so different to the way Garden was in the afternoon, a non-stop den of activity, voices, laughter. Everytime Callie walked down this hall way she felt comfort and warmth inside. This was familiar, this was home. And she loved it.

She made her way to the Canteen and slid into her usual seat ,at the central table of the room, sorrounded by her friends. Callie was rather popular at Garden, the fun, upbeat personality she exhibited publically was much appreciated by many Garden members.She was never rude, she was never dismissive, she treated everyone equally, and always made people laugh, she made people happy. It wasnt the most useful thing in the world, it wasnt a great skill. But it helped.
After the usual coffee and chatter in the canteen it was time to get to business. With that early morning bounce in her step, she headed to the training centre, her ornate fans in hand. They were ornate, they were beuatiful and they looked harmless, but they could be deadly, as some unfortunate Grats were about to find out.

As the humid air welcomed him, the soft earth giving slightly with each step he took, the doors behind rang out with a distinct click as they sealed. So this was it, there was no turning back. Whilst it would merely take a simply pin code from this side, to make the door open again, Ven refused to turn back on his resolve that was already set and hardened. After all, the complex before him, warm as it was, did not seem to pose an immediate threat. The harsh glow of the halogens from above, contrasted with the rails and flashing lights that dotted the place. To the left a path wound off past a tree that had toppled over. To the right, the path set off across a series of bridges that rested above a bubbling muck. Either way he decided to go, he knew that the initial feeling he was getting from this place was deceiving. It was like a petrie dish in a science lab. The immediate impression was that it was empty and completely safe; however scrutiny under a microscope would reveal things deadly and invisible to the naked eye.

Casting his sight across the jungle like vista before him, he knew that there was something that wasn't right. Sure, Ven had heard all the stories of the training centre from other SeeD Candidates around the Garden, but it really couldn't be as bad as they all made it out to be, now could it?

Pulling his staff closer to him, and tightening his grip upon its smooth wooden surface, Ven decided to venture off to the right, where the gurgling of a marsh full of warm active water could be heard. The ground beneath his feet wet from soft to slush in a matter of a few steps, which was the sign of constant thoroughfare through this section of the Training Centre.

Straining his hearing, Ven could make out the sound of small bugs, a few birds and the disturbing chatter of other things that he would rather not even think to encounter. All his life Ven had been the one to run from confrontation, and now was no different. He knew that if it came to battle, he would rather escape than have to face whatever it was that would seek to harm him.

Moving further in, the bridge was a reassuring relief from the sinking feeling he got from the mud that was now covering his boots. Even so, the way the water trickled beneath the bridge, into a small bubbling brook where the water was not quite so stagnant gave Ven cause to breathe a sigh of relief. The pure, clean air coming from the water was a much desired change from that of the rest of the establishment. And even though he had not spent much time in here, he could feel his palms getting calluses already, from the strength at which he gripped the quarterstaff within his hands. Perhaps it was indication enough that it was time to leave.

Turning on the spot, Ven froze when he heard the sudden rustle of leaves. His green eyes darted to the source of the sound, breath held fast, hoping that it was just a trick of the wind even despite there being no cause for a breeze in an area as enclosed as this one.

The leafy fronds of a fallen palm swayed in rhythm to the strum of a chord that Ven was not even familiar with. Eyes widening in horror, he knew that this was the exact reason that he should not have even come here. One step, two steps backwards, the hum of the beating wings of the beast set Ven's heart racing. What was he going to do?

He turned to run and almost ran straight into another one, it's mandibles clicking in anticipation of the meal it was about to devour, and fight over against it's companion that was now to Ven's rear. Looking over his shoulder, Ven could see the creature moving toward him in a drunken manner, swaying as if fighting against a breeze, fluttering in such a way that made it appear lazy and as though it were playing with him. It's blue carapace reflected the lights from above in a harsh manner that could be almost blinding if viewed for too long a duration.

Almost panicking now, Ven turned back to view the monster that was before him. Kin of the beast behind him, Ven knew that there was no way to escape short of jumping off the bridge and into the muck that bubbled and gushed like a flesh wound gone sour to either side.

Bringing the staff up to his chest, held diagonally in a protective manner he decided to try reasoning before anything else.

"You don't want to eat me. I am all bones, and no flesh. There's nothing to enjoy."

The over-sized flying bugs didn't seem to agree, clicking their mandibles in synchronization. A line of green acidic fluid traced a line down their small fangs; a substance that Ven knew would be lethal.

"No! Get away!"

He began frantically waving his staff before him, swiveling to protect both his flank and his front. All it served to do was make the bugs more alert. Their advance continued, slower yet more determined than before.

With all that was left inside of him, Ven did what he thought was best.

He screamed.

Ethan Torre awoke from a deep sleep to the sound of his ringing alarm at his usual time of 8:15 AM. He sat up slowly in his bed while rubbing his eyes with one hand trying to reach for the alarm blindly to turn it off with the other. After they adjusted to the light and his vision cleared, Ethan then turned his attention to the window. * What a beautiful day* he thought to himself. The sky was its typical blue color with no clouds in sight. The sun was shining bright and was ready for the new day at hand... and so was Ethan.

Ethan removed the sheets he covered up with and swung his legs over so they could hang off the side of the bed. His feet touched the cool floor which sent a chill though Ethan's body in return. Ethan looked up at the wall in front of him. There, he looked at the framed photograph which showed himself, at the age of 13, with his mother and father. He stared at the photo with a straight, almost sad face for a few seconds... then he smiled. Sure, he could cry with every thought of his father's passing that crosses his mind, but he knew that it would take him nowhere. His father wouldn't want him mourning for the rest of his life and Ethan didn't plan on doing it. He decided that he would remember the good times he had with his father and just smile.

Ethan rose from his bed and raised his arms up to stretch. "Ahh... that feels good," Ethan said. After having a good stretch, Ethan prepared his clothes. Ethan washed up in the little restroom and then changed into his new clothes. He put on a white undershirt and then his red t-shirt on top of it. Then he put on his blue jeans and a thin black belt. He sat down on his bed to put on his socks and his new, white pair of shoes. Ethan went to go tell his roommate that he was heading out only to find he was still asleep. Ethan thought to himself * He isn't really a morning person... Guess that is why he has been late to class 16 straight times.*

Before Ethan headed out, he thought of what he was going to do. *I feel like playing some Triple Triad, so I'll go out and see if anyone is up for a game. Then I'll go get a good breakfast when the cafeteria opens and then off I go for some training.* Ethan thought.

As he headed out, he got a few of his Triple Triad cards and was ready to play.

Triple Triad being his favorite hobby, he would play it in his spare time.

"Oh man! I lost again!" said SeeD Cadet Billy.

"That's 5 wins in a row for me." Ethan said with a sigh of relief. "I wasn't too sure about that Same Wall rule you were talking about, but now that I understand how it works, I'll be sure to use it more often now. Thanks!"

"Man... I thought I had you there with that rule. I have been playing and practicing with it for a month..." said Billy with a look of disappointment on his face.


"Well, you will get better as time passes by. Don't worry too much about it." said Ethan giving Billy a smile of reassurance.

"Thanks for teaching me this new rule man!"

*Announcement that cafeteria is open comes on*

"Well, I'll be heading off. Hope to play against you again soon Billy."

With that, Ethan walked off towards the cafeteria.

Billy was still a bit down from his losses and then he noticed something form the corner of his eye. It was the cards that Ethan had just won from him.

"Ethan! You forgot the cards you won!" Billy shouted.

Ethan turned around towards Billy.... and smiled. "Nah, they are your cards still. I'll expect to see new ones the next time we play each other."


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Squall was standing in his room, not knowing what to say, but with his mind full of thoughts. Thoughts that completely erased his previous little wonders like a storm. He couldn't believe what he heard, it was still too much for him. An event that surpass human imagination was about to...no, it was already happening. "And there is nothing we can do", he thought. His whole body was thrilling, but not of excitement.

It was fear.

Fear of not knowing what would become of the world after "that". It looked so distant, harmless, yet extreme dangerous and present.

He decided to go out and breath some air. He needed help and hope, but he didn't know where to find any one of those. Unconsciously, he walked through the Garden corridors, as though it seemed he had nowhere to go, yet his feet lead him to the deck. When his mind caught up with the place he went, he did not even asked himself why did he went there. Because the answer was right in front of him.

- I...was looking for you.

The wind was blowing her hair lightly, and she held it to stop its shaking. Her light-blue dress was also shaking, but it had no use holding it. She turned to see who was talking, with her calming smile. She approached him calmly, step by step, like she were just passing by, and then, suddenly, she gave him a hug. He used to be surprised to these things she does, but at the moment that was all he was needing, and he hugged her back.

- Why the sad face? - she asked, like nothing had happened.
- You know why. What other face could I make?
- Mine - she said with a smile, which produced a comfortable sensation on him, making him smile too - see?
- ...You're the only one who can see this.
- This what?
- This smile. How can you be like that on this situation? Do you realise what's going on?
- Yes, I do. I perfectly do. But I have hope. I know we'll get out of this. I know we can. And that's the attitude you should have - she waited for a reaction, but he was still listening to her - ...right?
- Rinoa...
- No, you should be more confident and... - but he stopped her.
- Thank you.

Kasia walked along the path towards the cafeteria, eye's glaring at him from every direction. Most had no clue who he was but most also knew that when they saw a man with such dark appearance it was best to stay away.

Kasia wore a long and dark hooded cloak that masked his face away from the SeeD's. A pitch black undershirt sat beneath his cloak bearing a strange tribal design in the shape of the reaper. He wore a pair of dark Brown pants that covered the edge of padded shoes that silenced the sound of his footfalls.

His right arm gripped the handle of his 2foot sword tighter as he walked past all the SeeD's. He was daring one of them to try and bring out the courage to face him in a fight. None would of course. He was on business anyway. That and there was no point damaging any potential clients.


"Ethan! You forgot the cards you won!" came a load shout from near the cafeteria.


Kaia's pure black eyes darted towards the shouting cadet.
"Can't even win a game of cards, obviously you'd be pathetic in battle. I wouldn't be surprised if you turn out to be my mark!" He was distracted from his thoughts by a young said that was tailing him.


"You got a problem there kid," snapped Kasia.



"Well...Ummm...My ah, brother wanted me to tell you to meet him near the fire cavern to arrange the details of your task."


"Damn these SeeD's, can't they ever just say meet me here!"

"Fine, now run along!" Spat Kasia towards the younge kid!

The kid freaked and darted off towards the main lift.

"So the fire cavern is where I'm off too then."

Kaia span on his heels and started in the other direction, receiving the same glares from the SeeDs as before.

After trying to study for about 15 minutes, Tabby got up from her seat and let out a long sigh. "Focus Tabby, focus!" she whispered to herself. If you want to have any chance of passing the test, you better calm down girl! she thought. So she did as she had learned from her mother, she got down on her knees in front of the miniature altar that stood in the niche above her bed, showing her grandfathers picture in the centre. She closed her eyes, grabbed her kryss necklace in her right hand and started to meditate, chasing away her fears of failure. It almost seemed as if the old man on the picture lifted his cheeks as if he was smiling...

She went back to her desk after she had meditated for about 30 minutes. Her focus was much better, she suddenly understood the techniques and the how-to's that were explained in the monster guide in front of her. If only I could repeat this focus at the exams! she thought.

But even though what she read did make sense to her, she still went through the pages agonisingly slow. After a few hours of studying in silence, to not wake her roommates, Tabby decided to take a shower. While she stood there under the warm flow of water, she kept thinking Why can others read those 20 pages in less than an hour, while you can't even read them in three hours?! You're too stupid to become a SeeD!
Her thoughts were disturbed by the ringing of an alarm clock. Time to make way, I'm sure Tanya wants to take a shower too. she thought as she turned off the shower.

When Tabby entered the bedroom, her body covered only by a towel she had tied in a knot, Tanya was indeed already up and awake. She was just about to wake Jessy, bowing over to the petite girl saying: "Wake up sleepyhead, it's ..."
She was silenced by an abrupt move of Tabby, who put her finger to her lips signalling Tanya to stay quiet. Tanya raised her eyebrows in surprise, while Jessy curled up under her sheets a little more, not willing to hear her friend's wake up call. Tabby went over to her desk to grab an empty glass.
Then Tanya started to giggle as she foresaw what Tabby intended to do. Tabby went back to the bathroom to get some water, and came back with a huge grin on her face.
"You're so mean Tabs" said Tanya, while she grinned back.
*Flush!!*
Jessy sprang up in her bed, her eyes as big as cupboards! "Huh?! Wha... What?! Oooooh, Tabby you $%#!@!!"
Tabby and Tanya stood there, holding their stomach while laughing over Jessy's shocked reaction. Luckily, Jessy was not the type to stay angry over such things for long. When the girls had all washed and dressed up, which was around 9:15am, they set out on their way to the Cafetaria.
Tabby: "Come on girls! We're late! Now our seats may be taken! Jessy, you're such a sleepyhead!"
Jessy: "I know! But I can't help it!! That bed is so nice and warm in the morning!"
Tanya: "Our table should be fine, it's way in the back! I'm more worried about waiting in line for our breakfast!"

When the girls had got their breakfast, they moved over to their table when Tabby suddenly stopped.
Tabby: "Waitwaitwait!"
Tanya: "What's wrong Tabby?"

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Eyes still shut, Hector Warring stretched his arm to reach the alarm clock. The most annoying sound of his day. One more morning, he had to wake up earlier than he naturally would. Barely being able to control his muscles, he sluggishly stood up. In what would be one of his last roommate-free days, he tried to appreciate that feeling of independence and comfort for those brief, otherwise trivial moments. A quick glance on his studying desk was enough to assume he was not sharing the room. Papers, pens, folders, books, complete lack of order. He instinctively smiled.

He certainly did look forward to that new experience, in a way. Of course he felt much more comfortable living on his own, but that was also a chance to meet a potential friend. In his ten months at the Garden, he didn’t feel really close to a person except for a few people he would randomly chat with. He wasn’t completely distant either, just the case of the new student who hasn’t fit in and who feels different, for more than one reasons. In fact, he loved the Garden and relished the chance to become a SeeD. But he simply felt unlucky for not having been there longer. “Like a high level fighter who just discovered the stat-bonus abilities…” he often thought to himself.

First thing after he got up, a quick shower and tooth brushing. His mind being empty of meaningful thoughts, he just mechanically completed those tasks. In fact, Hector was always in that semi-awake state before he put his headphones on and listened to some music. It was not a way to disassociate himself from the others; on the contrary, he avoided listening to music when in the cafeteria or other public spaces where he could interact with students. More of a long-time habit.

He carefully pulled the curtains aside to let a small amount of light into the room. Next, he would decide what to wear. He didn’t really enjoy the student uniform, so he only wore it when obliged to. His regular outfit was certainly not the most usual. A dark blue hooded sweatshirt with a few silver details, the main one being a dragon on the front side, combined with dark blue pants. Opening his closet, his only other option was an even darker blue cloak. For some reason, that particular cloak brought a nostalgic smile to his face. Associated with White SeeD memories, something of a good luck outfit, it certainly made him look more intimidating and distant. That’s why he only saved it for special occasions, like the upcoming field test. The field test… His heart bumped a little more strongly, he sensed traces of sweat on his forehead. His first big chance to prove himself in that new environment was approaching. And he had to succeed. But it was too early in the morning to concern himself with it. Or that was just his excuse...

Fully dressed, he let off a yawn and searched his drawer for his portable music player. The first thing that caught his attention was the book he had recently borrowed from the library: “First aids: Healing status abnormalities without spells”. It was about time he returned it, in order to be able to borrow one about monster patterns and psychology that recently became available. Pushing it to the side, he revealed his grey music player, placed it into his chest pocket and put on his headphones.

Taking a couple of steps back to the closet, the student stretched his hand behind his cloak, instinctively typed his 4-digit password and opened the hidden drawer. Carefully pulling the handle, finding some resistance in the process as always, the Silver Star’s case was exposed. Hector grabbed the dirk with his right hand and casually examined it. As shiny and sharp as always; that image was enough for him to push it back into its sheath and adjust it to his belt. A quick glance to the mirror and he was ready to go.

Shortly after, upon exiting his room, he would feel the refreshing breeze of the Dormitory hallway. Taking a deep breath, he looked around and smiled. One more of his typical (?) days was about to unfold. Twenty minutes of silent hanging out in the Quad to “give his brain a push”, then to the cafeteria for a light breakfast and finally to the library to revise. Of course he didn’t need it as much as actual battle experience. He knew himself, better than anyone, that his knowledge was more than enough to excel in the written test. But for some annoying, strange reason, he kept avoiding physical practice. It could be lack of motivation, it could be fear of failure, it was most possibly both. “If I’m not cut out to be a mercenary, then why do I feel this urge to continue? Did I make the right choice after all?” one of his most typical thoughts popped once more. The answer being silence… and loud music from his headphones.

Ethan had already gone for his food and went to sit down at a table.

"Hey Ethan!" someone yelled.

Ethan turned around in his seat and saw a SeeD Cadet named Josh walking towards him. Ethan and Josh shared some classes together and talked from time to time. Mostly about Triple Triad.

"Hey Josh. What's up?" said Ethan casually.

"You mind playing some Triple Triad with me. I need to get over some of my recent losses... Especially to this one person..." said Josh with a sad look on his face.

"Well, playing me will make you cry over losing more." said Ethan with a grin.

"Oh yeah right! exclaimed Josh. "I'm sure I could beat you easily. Lets play and I will even let you choose the rules."

Ethan said: "Fine by me man. Lets play with the new rule I picked up today, Same Wall. Let's get started!"

"HAH! I already know how that rule works. This will be a piece of cake. You are soooo going down Ethan!" Josh said with much confidence.

A small crowd gathered around to see the match between Ethan and Josh. Ethan had a reputation for being good at Triple Triad. They were waiting to see if he would falter.

The match started out in Josh's favor. He was up 7-3 and there looked to be little hope for Ethan. He was down to two more turns... he had to make them count.

Ethan just sat there with a huge smirk on his face. Casually eating the rest of his breakfast.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

*Meanwhile... a few tables down from where Ethan was playing...*

"Waitwaitwait!" said Tabby

Tanya asked, "What's wrong?"

"There's that guy playing Triple Triad again! I got to see this!" exclaimed Tabby.

As Tabby moved over, she saw to her surprise Josh turned another of Ethan's cards around, and started laughing hysterically.

"I AM GOING TO WIN! HAHAHAHAHA" Josh said at the top of his lungs.

Ethan raised his eyebrow and said "Really? Last time I checked, it is my turn. It will be over right about... now..."

Ethan took the last bite of his breakfast and put down his final card, a Jumbo Cactuar, flipping 4 of Josh's cards using Same Wall. He was victorious, 6-4.

Josh stared down in horror at the cards on the table. "That... that's... that's impossible!!" he stammered. "And it had to be with THAT card!"

"Whoooooow" Tabby interrupted, tabbing Ethan on his shoulder quite firm!

"That was such a cool move! I don't understand a bit about this game, but I was really sure you were losing this game, but you won!... AGAIN!" Tabby said in excitement!

"Hey Josh, didn't you lose a Jumbo Cactuar to me earlier?" Tabby said.

Josh just gave a blank stare at Tabby and Ethan.... and then walked away slowly with his head down in disappointment.

"Umm... sorry... I told you this wouldn't help you at all. OH, WAIT!, you forgot like... all of your cards!" Ethan said.

"It's ok, I'm sure he will win eventually." Tabby said with a laugh.

"Well, wasn't expecting him to react like that... I'll be sure to give him his cards back next time I see him in class." Ethan said with some worry in his face.

"He'll live," Tabby said with a smile. "I have seen many of your matches and you have pulled off some awesome victories."

"Thanks, I don't know why, but I guess I just get lucky" he said modestly.

"Oh!! how rude of me! let me introduce myself! My name is Tabby, Tabby Kapak!"

"Hello there. My name is Ethan Torre. Nice to meet you Tabby" he said with a smile.

"Ethan? I like that name!! It's so nice to meet you Ethan!" she says with a broad smile.

"Hellooooooo!, miss Kapak?!"

"Oh ehh.. heh, these are my friends, Tanya and Jessy!"

"Hi there. Nice to meet you two as well!"

Tanya and Jessy almost simultaneously said, "Hiiiiiii!"

"Well, I must be off now. I must go and start my practice in the Training Center. Sorry..." said Ethan, giving almost a sad puppy dog face.

"Awwww," Tabby said, "Well I hope I'll see you again soon! Maybe you could teach me those cool rules of this game some day."

"Byyyyyyeee Ethan" Jessy and Tanya said in an exagerated way, teasing Tabby.

"Oh hush you two!!" Tabby exclaimed.

With that Ethan left the cafeteria to go train while Tabby and her friends stayed to finish their meal.

This message was edited by neto_360 on Jun 25 2007.

The curtains swung open, and a beam of sunlight shown upon Amelia’s face. Slowly opening her eyes, Amelia examined her surroundings and found herself in an unfamiliar room.

“Where am I?”, she asked as she put her hand on her forehead, which she discovered was wrapped in bandages.

“You’re in the Infirmary, my dear,” replied a somewhat familiar voice, which Amelia instantly recognized as Dr. Kadowaki’s.

Unsure of what was going on, Amelia closed her eyes and tried to remember what had happened earlier. Last night, she and her best friends Carly and Sophia had gotten up after curfew to train at the Training Centre, as they would have done back at home, well before they entered Garden. She remembered battling the Grats and how she had skillfully defeated them by casting Fire. After an hour of training, Carly and Sophia said that they were tired and had to go back to their dorms to sleep. With so much energy left in her, Amelia decided to remain and battled with few more Grats. Unfortunately, she was unaware that she had used up all her Fire magic. Holding her Guan Dao firmly, she decided to give the Grat a blow with it before it attacks. However, the monster cast Sleep on her and slowly, Amelia was left unconscious on the ground…

Ok, so a Grat cast Sleep on me, she thought. But that does not explain the bandages…unless they decided to run over me afterwards??

Going back into her memories, Amelia recalled waking up at the Training Centre. She did not wake up by herself, as usual, but there was a scream… A scream so loud that even with the Sleep magic still in effect, Amelia was brought back to half-consciousness. Feeling dizzy with a slight headache, she followed where she thought the sound had come from. In her blurred vision, she could vaguely make out the shape of a large monster, running toward a young man, which was probably the source of the screaming. Instinctively, Amelia grabbed the Guan Dao, and with all the energy that was left in her, threw it at the large monster. The next thing she remembered happened as though it was in slow-motion. It seemed that the very large monster had stopped, and the last thing that Amelia could make out was that it has changed its course, towards her.

“I’ve left your clothes at the end of the bed, dear,” the doctor called out, “I’m going out for a bit so just get dress when you’re ready. You can go afterwards. Your head injury is not too serious so I’ll see you tomorrow again when you come back for a check up.”

Before Amelia could ask any further questions, the door of the infirmary had closed. How did I end up here? What happened to the young man back at the Training Centre? There were so many questions she wanted to ask! Getting up and swinging her legs to the side of the bed, she unwrapped her bandages to examine the wound in a wall mirror. Dr. Kadowaki was right; it was not serious at all. With careful attention and regular cleaning, it should not leave a scar on the top-right portion of her light-skinned forehead. Her mid-length black silky hair might also cover part of it as it heal, making it less obvious. Amelia put the bandages back on and reached for her clothes – a milky blue tight-fitting T-shirt with a brown mini skirt. It was nice and simple and she liked it that way. After putting her clothes on, and slipping her feet into those tiny black short-boots, she did a quick wash up at the water fountain and walked out of the Infirmary. Since it was still early in the morning, she decided to have some breakfast before doing anything else. As she was approaching the cafeteria, a faint music could be heard. Walking closer still, this music was more obvious and she instantly knew that a Triple Triad game was occurring inside. It was still a mystery to her where the music had come from, since it was unlikely that someone with that music would watch every single game and would play it in secret for every game. That would be something for Amelia to find out. In the mean time, she just walked into the line, listening to the music, as she wondered what to eat this morning.


This message was edited by SquallyBalambGirl on Jun 26 2007.

quote force

im a guy..im not that bright

Part One:

Arianne stood languidly at the center of the Training Center vestibule. The tropical heat and humidity seemed to permeate through the doors to her right and left. Her nose picked up on the faint scents of the lush foliage just beyond the door, indicating that the doors had opened recently. She hadn’t encountered anyone during her short stroll to the Training center, a fact for which she was glad. The last time she had visited the Training Center in the middle of the night one of the Garden Faculty had approached her and asked her business, to which she was less than happy to respond. Though she loathed showing it, they intimidated her with the concealment of their eyes behind their strange costumes. To Arianne, the lack of eye contact created a sense of distrust. Not that she was one to prolong eye contact herself unless she was listening to someone of interest to her--such as a friend or instructor-- or debating one she didn’t agree with. But that was her way, the way she had always been. The walls were there for a reason, even though that reason was mudded by GF induced amnesia. But the Garden Faculty clearly could not be trusted: she had only been at Balamb Garden for a week at the time they revolted against the headmaster, unleashing all kinds of monsters against the students who didn’t conform to their orders. Their injustices infuriated her, and even though she heard from some of her classmates that they were acting out of orders themselves, she refused to trust them. The number of them had decreased significantly after the mutiny, and it was rumored that the current members of t