SeeDs

[Dias]

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Talon "Scarecrow" Grimslade (Dias)
Magic Type: Ice (Blizzard, Sleep)
Guardian Forces: Xabuu (Void 1)

Maverick Sly (RaZoR LeAf)
Magic Type: Earth (Quake, Slow)
Guardian Forces: Geshrok (Earth 1)

Selena Burren (Hakerius)
Magic Type: Wind (Aero, Float)
Guardian Forces: Infurus (Fire 1)

Eljin Connor (LilyPichu)
Magic Type: White (Cure, Protect)
Guardian Forces: Shalas (White 1)

Kumori Hikaru (Evan-Master Trainer)
Magic Type: Black (Drain, Blind)
Guardian Forces: Vargil (Black 1)

Kalima "Kali" Hitachi (Shadowfaith)
Magic Type: Void (Demi, Haste)
Guardian Forces: Javeris (Thunder 1)


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Talon finally made his way out of the crowded quad, longing for some fresh air. The party was in full swing now, and he had quickly found it too crowded and too loud for his liking. He closed the door to the courtyard, feeling immediately blessed as the bulk of the sound was cut off. The young man moved over to a bench and collapsed onto it, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket.

“So much for fresh air,” he said to himself, lightning the stick and putting the end of it into his mouth. He leaned back and began to wonder about the next day’s events. He was to take his SeeD exam after three years of being admitted into the academy, and he was admittedly a bit nervous. He wasn’t sure where the exam would take place or what it would be, or even who his squad mates would be. All he was told was that he was in Squad B and to report at the front gates to Instructor Danes at eight in the morning. Most of the students at the party had received similar letters, and the gathering was more or less a party to celebrate the end of schooling. A good many of the students probably wouldn’t even pass, Talon knew, for the actual rate of passing grades for first timers wasn’t very high.

Talon was confident enough in his abilities, albeit anxious. He was mostly nervous about who his squad mates would be, for teamwork would make or break a passing grade. True that grades were individual, but the unwise actions of one teammate could result in catastrophe for the others. He knew well enough how more than a few students in the academy were a bit reckless and surprisingly carefree. Mostly people who hadn’t yet realized what becoming a SeeD actually was.

Talon sighed and took a long drag on his cigarette, blowing a cloud of smoke into the cool night air. He wondered what time it was - probably going on eleven. He decided it would be best to get to bed soon, even though he probably wouldn’t be actually falling asleep for a while. He was just about to stand when the door opened, admitting a blast of cacophonous noise, along with a pair of Talon’s friends.

“We wondered where you’d gone off to, Scarecrow,” said Luke, the more rambunctious of the two. “Come back in, the party is just getting started.”

“I’ll pass,” Talon replied, getting to his feet. He took another drag on his cigarette before putting it out. “I’m going to head off to bed and get ready for tomorrow.” He would have suggested that his two companions do the same, but he didn’t like to give advice, and knew they wouldn’t listen anyway. He bid them farewell and walked through another door which led to the corridor in front of the infirmary, and walked to the dormitories.

He made it to his room, already knowing it would be empty. Marcus, the other of Talon’s two friends, was obviously still at the party. He did little else but kick off his shoes and empty his pockets before collapsing onto his bed, still thinking about the exam. It took him a good hour to fall asleep.

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Right so, it’s the night before the exam. We are all in Squad B, and there is a party. Do what you wish, though the Quad is the only facility open. Once everyone’s posted to the point of ending the day’s activities, we’ll proceed.

 

[RaZoR LeAf]

"Go on, just one more." An unidentifiable voice shouted, followed by a splash of something strongly scented all over the shoulder of Maverick Sly. Sly himself sat there with a half drank bottle in one hand, while his other was desperately trying to push other drinks away from his mouth and from contaminating his bottle. Front of the gang forcing drinks on him, was his room mate Nathan Stiles. Stiles was a professional drinker, and could probably drink anyone in the academy under the table, and still have the balance to run across a rope blindfolded. Perhaps that was an exaggeration, but the guy didn't seem to get drunk at all.

"Guys, No I'm not going to drink anymore." Sly insisted, standing up. He wobbled slightly amid cheers and whoops, before steadying himself and wading through the masses of bodies. Finally escaping the seething pit of arms legs and puddles of vodka and vomit, Maverick slid up to the bar and ordered a glass of juice, something to clear his head a little. While he waited he felt someone sit next to him. Stiles. With a double vodka in one hand, and a bottle of some exotic beer in the other.

"Nathan I have my exam tomorrow, you know that. It's the reason this party is going on. I can't turn up with a hangover." he explained.

Nathan laughed and pat him on the back. "Sly my old friend, look at it from this point of view. You get steaming drunk, you me and the boys do something you'll not remember in the morning. You'll go to your exam with the mother of all headaches. You'll say 'pain lets you know your alive' or something like that you always say. Your exam will go well, you'll celebrate passing, then you'll find pictures of your bare ass with eyes drawn on it, and a message reading 'have you seen this man, believed to be starring in cheap porn'."

"Sorry Stiles, I lost you after the headache comment. Anyway, from my point of view you're trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me when we're alone in our room tonight." Maverick said with a cunning grin on his face. Stiles' face soured for a second but he quickly dismissed it with a wave and a laugh.

"In you're dreams pal."

Maverick smirked, downed the juice in one go and stood up. The wobble was fading, enough so for Maverick to walk without stumbling into something or someone. "Don't drink too much ok?" he said to Nathan before heading out. He made good time getting back to his room, which was obviously empty. Setting an alarm for the monring, he collapsed on the bed, and blacked out in an instant.

 

[Scar]

"Well, this is it." Kumori Hikaru said to himself, standing alone in the courtyard just outside the Quad.

Kumori let out a deep sigh, crossing his arms as he leaned against one of the walls of the courtyard casually. Then, surprisingly, he smiled calmly; maintaining his cool-headed demeanor without appearing even slightly nervous. The boy's eyes traveled to the right, and came upon a window which allowed him to peak into the crowded Quad, where the party withing was currently in full-swing. It wasn't as though Kumori disliked parties- he quite enjoyed them, in fact. That particular night, though, he just needed to be alone. With the SeeD Exams the next day, he had to clear his head before the stress got to him.

<Just remember, Kumori...failure is not an option...I must pass the exam no matter what happens. I don't care who's on my Squad, or what our mission is, I'll crush anyone who stands in my way of becoming a SeeD like my father before me. > Kumori told himself in his mind, his facial expression not changing once.

Suddenly, Kumori heard the door to the courtyard opening up! The door was at the opposite end of the courtyard, though, so whoever was entering didn't notice him at first. He just stood in the exact same position as he heard the creaking of the door, merely turning his head to see who was coming into the courtyard. He recognized the man as Talon "Scarecrow" Grimslade, who was no more than a few years older than Kumori himself. The two had crossed paths once or twice, though Kumori had hardly ever talked to him. While he seemed to be a decent enough guy, Kumori just continued to lean against the courtyard wall calmly. He watched as Talon lay down on a nearby bench, somehow not noticing Kumori at all. Talon began smoking a cigarette, and Kumori decided it best to ignore him, turning his head back to its orignal position and staring forward at the opposite end of the courtyard.

<I'm gonna make you proud, dad. > Kumori thought sincerely, looking up toward the full moon which helped to light up the courtyard. <I won't fail you, I swear it. >

Hearing the door open once more, as well as a loud blast of music coming from the Quad, Kumori turned his attention away from the heavens and back toward the door itself. Two other students, most likely a pair of Talon's friends, stepped into the courtyard and spoke to Talon for a moment. After a very short conversation, Talon's two friends withdrew back into the Quad. Shortly afterwards, Talon himself stood up and walked through a different door which lead to the Dormitories, saying something about getting to bed.

<Heh...maybe it's best that I get back to my Dorm soon...Eh, 'few more minutes out here wouldn't hurt. Maybe I'll even head to the Quad for a little bit, who knows? I might as well have some fun before my exam. It's what dad woulda wanted, I suppose. > Kumori shrugged, his eyes once again focusing on the full moon above.

Kumori just stood there for maybe one more minute, in deep thought. He did have a lot on his mind at the time. After all, the time had finally come for Kumori to make his dream a reality and become a SeeD just like his father before him, and hopefully encounter and kill the one who murdered his father. All things considered, Kumori was handling the stress pretty well, at least in his own opinion.

Shrugging once more, Kumori pushed himself off the courtyard wall. He put his hands in his pockets casually, and turned his head in the direction of the Quad. He took one last look at the heavens above, praying that he would meet his own expectations for himself during the SeeD Exams. He took in one last deep breath of fresh air. With that, Kumori slowly began making his way toward the Quad.

 

[Shadowfaith]

“Why don’t you dance with me?”

“Because I don’t dance.”

“I’ll teach you, come on it will be fun!”

Kali scoffed at the thought of dancing with her moron of a friend, Ty and crossed her arms over her chest in the most stubborn manor possible. She took to looking out of the window at the cloud ridden sky and its sparkling stars. She had always felt accustom to the night, and just staring at the endless void. It was something she enjoyed doing when she was bored or at a loss for anything to do.

The older teen sighed in annoyance. Not even his best friend would get up and dance with him! He was a handsome eighteen year old, with shoulder length brown hair and emerald green eyes, it was somewhat embarrassing for him to be turned down for a dance, even by his best friend.

“Why don’t you go and ask Tania to dance? I’m sure she would LOVE that.” Kali stated sarcastically. She sunk lower into the comfy chair and glared fiercely out of the nearby window. It was one thing that she had to wear this horrid dress; it was another when her best friend asked her to dance. It seemed almost pathetic.

“Fine, I’ll leave you and your daydreams to it then.” With that, Ty stomped off in the direction of the exit, swaying a tad from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. Kali couldn’t help the smirk that spread widely over her face upon seeing her normally clam and collected friend act as such.

It wasn’t long before she also made her way back to her assigned dorm.

She flung her clothes to the floor and grabbed her odd pyjamas from her pillow. She threw them on and fell ungracefully back onto the stiff bed.

Granted, she did feel bad about denying Ty a dance, but what was she suppose to do? If she had agreed, she would have made a fool out of both herself and Ty.

But then again, most people would have just though her drunk or at least a little tipsy.

She sighed and flung herself onto her side with a huff and slowly sleep claimed her.

 

[Scar]

<Heh...this really sucks. > Kumori Hikaru thought, sinking down into his chair with his arms crossed out of shear boredom. <So much for having a good time before the Exam. >

Kumori had done as he'd said he would; he went to the Quad in an attempt to have some fun before he had to face his SeeD Exam, failing miserably. He wasn't sure what it was, though. Normally, he enjoyed parties, and didn't at all mind large crowds. It was just that, on that particular night, Kumori couldn't enjoy himself no matter what he tried. It wasn't as though he were miserable, just bored. He'd even comsumed a fair amount of alchohol, but even that didn't loosen him up in the slightest. All of his friends, meanwhile, were either in their dormitories, drunk somewhere, or both at the same time. Of course, a good amount of them were dancing, but Kumori couldn't dance if his life depended on it.

The teenager's eyes wandered across the room, searching for something the boy could do with himself. Kumori found nothing. Although he did spot woman around his age getting up and walking over to the door, walking out of the Quad. She was heading back to her dormitory, at least Kumori assumed so. He let out a deep sigh, shrugging and pushing himself up to his feet.

<She's probably as bored as I am, but whatever. Maybe I should head back to the dorms, too. There's nothing else for me to do here. > Kumori thought.

So, with that, Kumori started to make his way toward the same door which the girl had left through. He pushed his way through the crowd, shoving a few people aside in the process, swaying a little as he crossed the room because of the alchohol he'd just comsumed just a few minutes prior to his decision to leave the Quad. Eventually, he got to the opposite end of the room, pushing the door open and walking out of the Quad for the night.

It didn't take Kumori very long to get back to the dormitory which he'd been assigned. Although it felt longer than it actually took to Kumori himself, for whatever reason. The boy just down the dark hallway at a slow yet steady pace, thinking about the Exam which he'd be facing the next day. He wondered what kind of mission he'd be sent on, and if he'd be able to pass, for the first time in a long while doubting his own abilities on the battlefield. Still, no matter how long Kumori thought it took, in reality he was at his dormitory in just a few minutes. He swung the door open, and walked inside.

"God, it's been a long day..." Kumori said to himself, swinging his door shut behind him. "Something tells me tommorrow's gonna be even longer, though."

He took off his crimson jacket, and threw it over a chair. Then he kicked off his red and black shoes, letting them hit the ground anywhere. Now he was just in his sleeveless black undershirt and his black pants. Slowly, Kumori walked to the opposite end of his dormitory, looking out of his window once again at the full moon. For a minute or two he just stood there, staring into the infinite void of darkness called the night sky.

<Guess I should just go to sleep, I guess. > Kumori thought, shrugging.

Finally, the boy turned around and readied himself for bed. Laying down on top of his sheets, he lay awake in his bed for a few minutes, just staring up at the ceiling. Eventually, he sighed deeply, putting his hands behind his head. He continued to stare up at the ceiling of his dormitory, getting more and more tired by the second. It wasn't long before he was no longer able to keep his eyes open, and he'd drifted off into a deep slumber.

 

[Lily]

ooc: weird post..



A handsome, tawny young man stood awry from one corner, surveying the crowd with much disinterest, loosely balancing a glass between fingers. The rancid stench of the liquid sloshing inside wafted slowly around his face, reminding him of his strict animosity towards alcohol. Oh, what the hell, he thought gloomily, gulping down the entire content in one swift motion. After all, it was only tonight. Not tomorrow. Not yesterday. Tonight, tonight, and tonight. No more. No less. Nothing. Nada. Zip. God, he felt drunk already...Judging from the delusional ramblings and a significantly decreased speed of comprehension, it was hard not to see that Eljin Connor was a man with a weak tolerance for alcohol.

"You should really lay off the drinks," another younger entrant standing directly adjacant informed him, evidently amused by the effects. Eljin laughed carefreely, recognizing him as a vague colleague, bobbing his head up and down. His name was probably Bob. Yeah. That sounded good.

"Er, sure, alright, whatever."

He set down the glass on a nearby table, feeling tipsy and air-headed. In front of him swirled a crowd of avid men and women, young and old. (These people were fast dancers!) Then again, there were some who were just content standing by the sides, probably fabricating new gossips about who was drunk and who (dare he say) looked good drunk. He half wondered if it was really that fun to be enthused in another obnoxiously ignorant conversation. He also had to wonder if all these people were going to manage in SeeDs; they didn't look like the type. At all.

"Uh, you really shouldn't have drank that," 'Bob' informed him placidly, coming back with another glass. "I mean, your face is all flushed.." He stopped abruptly, before carefully executing a sly grin. "Unless, of course, that's a blush I'm seeing."

"Not interested in romance, thanks," Eljin commented off-handedly, waving off even the suggestion of love with a brief gesture of a hand.

"So, who do you like?" 'Bob' nudged him, still plastering on that silly grin of his.

For a moment Eljin didn't speak. He stared at the mass of people dancing; amongst those would be, perhaps, formidable enemies, new allies, foes, a foil of deceptions...oh, the possibilities were limitless. Dance, my lovelies.

"I'm gonna go to bed," he finally announced, stumbling towards the exit. 'Bob' shrugged, muttering a few words of farewell, looking a tad bit disappointed.

Eljin lingered near the exit, looking unsure for a split second. Pivoting slightly, he mouthed, "By the way, Bob, the girl you kept staring at is taken."

He had to laugh right then, imagining Bob's stupid posture, mouth gaping open, glass tipping precariously between fingers. He was still laughing his head off when Bob's last words floated over, just as he was getting to his dorm and into bed.

"Hey, Eljin, man, dude...shut up."

 

[Hakerius]

She honestly had to wonder why she even bothered coming down to the party, the only people down here were procrastinators that'd more then likely wake up with raging hangover. Selena leaned up against one of the tables laid out food, both in the dishes they were supposed to be and littering the table. A snicker escaped her lips as she though of all those here who would no doubt fail tomorrow's exam because they failed to study and were instead partying like no tomorrow. Ah well, at least she had spent couple weeks preparing.

"Oh, Se-el, c'mon and have some fun! Here, we got a drink for ya!" A small shot glass filled some rancid smelling alcoholic beverage was thrust under her nose by another student, her own roommate to be exact.

Selena wrinkled her nose at it; no doubt they were trying to sabotage her as well. She waved it away but her brunette haired roomie continued her repeated attempts to give it to her, sloshing some on the front of her burgundy polo shirt. "Can't you tell I don't want it? I've a test to pass in the morning, so just go away," she growled.

"Aw, you're no fun. C'mon just one sip," she pleaded, swaying slightly.

"You're sleeping out in the hall tonight, Erika. No way am I letting you into our dorm reeking like that," she snapped, roughly shoving the obviously buzzed student aside. Stupid White magic user, she though inwardly as she sulked off towards the dormitories.

Shifting her gaze from one side to the other, she watched the idiotic antics of the other students. She hoped none of the drunkards were going to be in her group and perhaps some of the more serious students would be with her. Shrugging, she made her way to the empty dorm room and kept the lights off. Grinning deviously as she shut and locked the door, content that Erika would be forced to sleep outside or bum from a friend.

Selena removed her bracers and tossed them on the small table on the far side of her bed, though one overshot the mark and fell to the other side. She sat down and untied her boots, placing them just off to the side for when they were needed in the morning. With one last amused glance at the door, she laid down with her back to the door and the sliver of light coming from underneath it.

 

[Dias]

Meant to get this up yesterday, but, better late than never I suppose.

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Talon woke up at seven in the morning, and though he tried desperately to get in another half hour or so, it was impossible. He sighed and got up, not bothering to shower or change his clothes, and simply slipped on the shoes he had kicked off the night before. Still a bit groggy, he felt around for the contents of his pockets which he had emptied and stuffed them back in.

“Am I ready?” he wondered allowed, feeling a bit odd that it had been that quick. He shook his head and yawned, double checking to make sure he had clothes on and had his cigarettes and lighter, and nearly tripped over his roommate, who was unconscious on the floor before stumbling into the bathroom. He splashed some cold water on his face and took a chug of mouthwash and roughed up his hair a bit, doing anything he could to kill time.

After coming back out of the bathroom he saw that it was only five after seven, and he made some mental profane statements before deciding to head to the cafeteria. He took out a steel box from underneath his bed and flipped it open, removing from it Omen and Harlot, his two handguns, and whatever ammo clips were there. He didn’t plan on returning to the room before heading to the main gates.

Talon started down the hallway, sticking a cigarette in his upper lip as he fumbled with the lighter. He managed to get the stick lit and took a drag on it, mind swimming through the events that were to come. He still didn’t know what his mission was, or who his squad mates would be, which were among his foremost thoughts. The contemplation had made the walk from the dorms to the cafeteria seem like nothing, and the young man found himself approaching the coffee machine.

Coffee and cigarettes were probably not a prime concoction, but that didn’t stop Talon from chugging the steaming liquid and finish sucking in the cancer as he made his way to the main gates. Once there, he discarded the cup and cigarette butt, and quickly replaced it with a fresh one, giving it a light. No one was at the gates yet - not surprising, seeing it was only 7:15, but Talon had little better to do than wait. He leaned back against a pillar and sucked back on some smoke, waiting for his squad mates and the instructor.

 

[Scar]

The time was about seven o'clock AM, give or take a few minutes. However, Kumori Hikaru was nowhere to be seen in his dormitory. His roommate was still fast asleep, though, about to be wake up right in the middle of a bad hang-over. The sheets which once lay neatly on top of Kumori's bed were flung carelessly over the side, touching the floor of his dormitory. On Kumori's nightstand sat an empty cup which had once contained coffee, or at least that's what one would assume. In addition, Genocide- Kumori's Gunblade as well as his trademark on the field of battle- was missing from its usual spot; inside a steel box underneath Kumori's bed which also contained a picture of the boy's father. While Genocide was gone, the picture of Kage Hikaru remained locked inside.

Kumori himself stood alone in the courtyard, coincidentally in the very same spot he'd rested the previous night while everyone else was partying and getting drunk in the Quad. This time, though, he held Genocide in his hand and appeared to be more alert. He observed the Gunblade closely, gripping the handle tightly as he did so. Kumori held it up to the sky, allowing the shining silver blade to reflect the light of the sun, but at the same time casting a black shadow on the teenager's face. For one minute and one minute only Kumori stood there alone, pondering once more how his SeeD Exam would turn out. As he did so, a slight breeze picked up, ruffling his jacket ever-so-slightly as well as his undershirt, and causing his hair to blow gently in the morning winds.

"Well, I guess it's time to go." Kumori shrugged to himself, stretching and holding his Gunblade at his side once more. "A little more sleep would've been nice, but what's done is done."

By this time, any doubt Kumori had in his own abilities had disappeared. His own self-esteem wasn't an issue any longer, as when he held Genocide in his hand he didn't have any doubts of his own skills on the battlefield. Thoughts of who would be on his Squad, however, were at the front of Kumori's mind as the boy made his way to the gates. Kumori wasn't one to underestimate people or think ill of other fighters because of their reputations, but his Squad-mates were also very important factors when it came to passing or failing his upcoming exam. He wasn't necessarily concerned about what his task would be, just who would be executing it alongside Kumori himself. After all, he was a simply incredible Gunblade fighter, one of the best currently in the Garden, but no matter how skilled he was one fighter a team does not make.

It wasn't long at all before Kumori reached the gates where he'd meet the rest of his squad as well as his instructor. By the time he'd arrived, there was just one other person there. He was leaning against one of the pillars, apparently smoking a cigarette. It didn't take much effort for Kumori to recognize him. After all, just last night they were not even twenty five feet apart, even if the other didn't notice Kumori himself.

"Talon Grimslade." Kumori said calmly and without any hesitation or hint of nervousness, approaching Talon
with Genocide sheathed once more. "I guess we're on the same squad, huh? The name's Kumori Hikaru, nice to meet you." Kumori nodded as he extended his left hand in Talon's direction, with the intention of shaking Talon's own. That is, if Talon accepted him as a Squad-mate.