WHO: Zelgadis and others just get in here ok
WHERE: A vacant lot all groomed and abused for sword&sorcery practice
WHEN: Next week...pick a day
WARNINGS: Idk yet
SUMMARY: Magic and swords and spars and spectators and whatever else happens happens ok? ok
FORMAT: No (whatever you want)
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good lord zel get a job )
It hadn't actually occurred to him that someone other than Terra might use it for the same purpose.
Which left him standing on the edge of the lot with his gunblade at his side, a little disgruntled to find the lot already in use. Oh. This guy.
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The water was levitating above his hand, fairly formless despite the guiding whims of his fingers when his ears picked up the sound of footsteps and the clink of excessive accessories.
It only took a few seconds to recognize that distinctive weapon; the face was only secondary. He tried to keep from scowling.
Oh.
That guy...
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Which was now being interrupted. It left him feeling unreasonably possessive - which was stupid, and knowing it was that much more irritating.
"Hey," he said tersely.
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But anyway. This guy. This guy - the one he had only known by name until he was suddenly just there on that impromptu investigation. What was it again? Squall? The guy Terra knew - or...should have known. The one that may or may not've been trouble because of it.
Yeah. He wasn't too thrilled about this.
With a turn of his hand, the water spilled to the ground, forgotten.
"You're still around," he observed, skipping the greeting. "It's been a while."
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He stood eyeing Zel for a few moments. "I haven't seen you around here before." Which was a slightly less direct, and less overtly territorial, way of wondering what are you doing here and is this going to be a regular thing?
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