I think this is everyone covered, although if I've missed you out or got the part wrong about who's owing the reply, I'd appreciate it if you let me know :3

Working on Nabaat's relationships page, and then it's bedtime for me :)

Just a few general things to say:

Lightning - I'm not quite sure how you want to continue the 'here kitty kitty' thing. Is one of us actually going to do a proper starter? This is my first time doing something like this so I'll leave it to your discretion :P

Sazh, Terra, Ada - Thanks for following me, I have a starter for you guys in drafts and might be able to finish it and put it up just before I go off for the night, but if I don't it'll be up tomorrow first thing :)

Wellsy (Quistis/other Nabaat/Fang) - Seeing as you're saying the commission is nearly done, I'm blaming you if half of Tumblr ends up with nosebleeds (you really think Nabaat won't show off the commission once it's up on dA? :P)

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'Let's deal with the strangers first, and then I can have my fun with the others~.'

Nabaat's gaze fell upon those she had no recollection of ever meeting before. A commoner; a blue hedgehog. A woman with disturbing similarities in appearance to her; and a purple-haired guardian. A soldier; and a barmaid brawler.

What did they all have in common? They were all potential new tools.

"Greetings. I believe we have not spoken before. My name is Nabaat. And who may you be?"

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Strangers out the way, the commander looked at those who she did know, and let a small smile loose. She took off her glasses, knowing full well she would not need to play nice with the people before her.

This would be fun, picking them all apart one by one. Especially the Farrons.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the filthy l'Cie. Tell me, how does it feel, to think that you have been triumphant?"

Her gaze then turned to focus on Hope.

"Having fun in your position, Director? Feeling proud that 'you have more superiority than me'?"

Then the seeress, Serah.

"I wish I could say the same for you. But it seems the cards have played you an unlucky hand. Such a shame that you will die from your visions."

And then her personal favourite - the older Farron.

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Nothing like a good book and glass of wine to come back to after a mission. That was running through Quistis' mind, sitting in her dormitory reading some old text that derived from Centra. The sun was setting over the horizon, nightfall was approaching. 

A knock on her door drew Quistis away from her book and she glanced over. As much as she loved her friends, the blonde SeeD hoped that she had some time to herself and see them in the morning. It was either that, or Squall not coming for a social visit and dropping off some of the paperwork that he couldn't be bothered doing. 

Closing her book and placing her glass on the table, Quistis stood just as the door was knocked on once again. She went over, swiped her card through the scanner and opened the door to reveal the person on the other side. Instantly, Quistis knew that these people were obviously didn't attend here because if she did, then she would have known who they were. Not to be rude, she decided to greet them. 

It was a long journey back to her home, but Quistis was glad as she placed one foot back into her home. Balamb Garden...a place that had made her sigh in relief after spending the past month away on a mission in Timber. The blonde haired SeeD stopped momentarily, dropping the duffel bag she was carrying on her shoulder by her feet and stared off in the distance.

A lone figure stood by the Front Gate of Garden, which was revealed to be a young looking woman. She had short pale, blonde coloured hair, and it looked like that she was lost or deep in thought. Quistis began to wonder who this mysterious woman was, perhaps the ex-instructor could help her. Smiling to herself, she picked up her duffel bag and wandered over to the woman.