#diamondarmored

my opinion on;

character in general: meri is precious and she must be protected at all costs.how they play them: well, i haven’t seen that much of her yet. but, i know she’s a keeper. let’s just say... i can tell these things. sixth sense and all that, yknow... ;3the mun: a nerd. she clears my skin and makes my crops grow. she is the blessing of yevon.

do i;

follow them: anywhere.rp with them: anytime. damn, i wish those questions were reversed!want to rp with them: damn straight.ship their character with mine: i plead the fifth.

what is my;

@diamondarmored

i’m watching u charlie

watching ur awesomeness

}{ Sorry this took a while to answer! My head needed a reset from all of the dead feels to answer this properly. Also had to make it longer than a few days for full affect. ;D }{

Welcome Home

      It was unexpected in a way. Everyone knew why Seifer stayed at the Garden. But in spite of that people still hated him. Hated what he represented. So when Zell came back from a mission he was still surprised at the news that Seifer had gone missing. The first thing Zell felt was anger which quickly turned to worry. He knew Seifer wouldn’t have just abandoned him. He made a promise and Seifer was not one to break them. If anything he was a man of his word.

      The search started at the island. Then to Dollet. The first few days were the worst. So many thoughts of if he were okay or if Seifer were dead plagued Zell. Sleep didn’t come easy. Tormented by too many dreams of various ways Seifer might have ended up.

      Did someone kill him? Did he simply go mad? Is someone torturing him in their basement by dripping water on his head....!? Zell had no idea.

      When it had reached two months and there were still no sign of Seifer, Zell had to concede. There were no clues to follow and no leads to chase after. Forced to go back home, Zell laid on their bed. He felt defeated and miserable. The love he gained now gone just like that. He tried to keep himself from falling into a slump. At least with his kitten, Jan, Zell had something to give him affection back. Still it was nothing compared to Seifer.

      Being with Seifer, Zell knew this was a possibility. There were plenty that wanted to see him dead. Or the possibility that the ex-Knight had just lost it. However, it didn’t take the pain away. Laying in the dorm room Zell would just watch Jan play about the room. He was getting bigger. So different from when Zell first snuck him into the Garden with him. It was just about the only thing Zell could keep himself focused enough on. As Stupid as it was, the cat was theirs ever if Seifer never said it out loud. It was the one thing Zell refused to let go to shit.

      Laying on his side Zell was attempting to sleep. It felt like it was all he did and yet never did. His back to the room he found it hard to look at everything today. Jan meowed lightly as he thumped around the room. Zell barely registered the door sliding opening.

      Zell blinked as he suddenly watched as Jan was being placed in front of his face. Startled Zell sat up. Turning he looked to see who it was only to see Seifer standing there. He looked worse for wear, but Zell didn’t care. His heart started to soar.

The students of the last class filed out of the Training Center, some of them bruised and battered but all of them dragging their feet in exhaustion. Younger students, the lot of them; they didn’t have nearly the conditioning of the candidates ready for exams. He’d run them ragged, calling for quick in-and-out switches between individuals or teams in mid-battle, and even from this distance he could hear their grumbling. Positioning and tactics will save your lives one day. Complain while you will.

They’d signed up to be soldiers. And if Headmaster Cid had any qualms about how rough Auron ran his lessons, he hadn’t yet voiced them.

There should be an individual lesson after the main class…

The shielded door to the Training Center slid open once again. In walked a tall student in a long, sweeping white coat that exuded ‘attitude problem’ from every inch of him. The weapon he carried looked something like a sword, but the shape of the hilt was awkward compared to the designs Auron was used to, strangely balanced and with an odd grip.

Auron cocked his head up to fix White Coat with an unimpressed eye.

█░     HIGH SUMMONER ( 大召喚士 )

thirty eight im fucking crying you fossil why arent you in a display case in the training centre lu vu