[Introduction]

[knightalmasy]

A tall, lean man in a long pale grey coat walks along the path toward the Mansion. He has a confident yet relaxed manner about him, however his eyes are sharply observing his surroundings

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[chevalier_boy]

When he crosses the front lawn of the Mansion, he'll find a young boy about thirteen years old, but looking younger than that, swinging a wooden practice sword around, clearly trying to figure out how to fight. Seeing the newcomer, he looks up and smiles. "Hi there, are you new here?" he asks.

Riku isn't sure how exactly to learn how to defend himself, but he figures he has to start somewhere. He's always found swords cool and he loved watching Saya and Haji practicing, so he's asked the powers that be for a wooden sword to start with.

[knightalmasy]

Seifer eyes the sword then the young boy, then asks a peculiar question back, "Are you training to be a SeeD?"

[chevalier_boy]

"Oh, not really," Riku replies, lowering the sword. "I'm planning to be a knight or a samurai or maybe a vampire hunter someday when I'm stronger. I'm Riku Miyagusuku."

[knightalmasy]

"I'm a knight," Seifer straightens himself proudly up to his full height - which is about 6'2". He's not really a knight, but he likes to think of himself that way.

"My name is Seifer Almasy."

[pinkduelist]

Have a fairly cute looking pink haired girl practicing sword fighting on the front lawn. She has a rapier in her right hand and look of pure determination on her face

Her moves are graceful and precise with a bit of a flair for dramatic. Still a person can tell from the sweat droplets on her face that she's working quite hard.

[knightalmasy]

Seifer hangs back for a little while, watching her. He's impressed but he doesn't like to think that anyone is better than he is, so it is with a cocky swagger that he approaches her.

"Looks like you need a lot more practice," he remarks.

[pinkduelist]

Utena stops and pants. "Really? I think...I've... practiced enough for today. Who are you?"

[knightalmasy]

"Seifer Almasy," he looks her up and down. "So you're a fighter?"

[genial_umbrella]

Whenever Seifer makes it to the common room, he might come across a young lady who is quietly studying on her own. Genevieve has been wanting to do more self-study, and she's currently trying to work out some algebra.

It's not working very well, though, and that's why she's chewing on her pencil pensively.

[knightalmasy]

Seifer slumps casually into a nearby chair with a loud, attention-grabbing sigh, gazing across at her.

"That looks incredibly boring," he says in her direction. Studying had never been a strong point with him. He always liked to act rather than plan.

[genial_umbrella]

She looks back at Seifer, makes a face. "It's hard," she says tiredly. "I used to be able to do them, though."

[knightalmasy]

He shrugs. "So give it up. What're you trying to do anyway?"

[tricky_bowman]

Aaand here's a knightly type, practicing out on the lawn. He's actually battering his sword against a practice dummy. Tristan's primary weapon was the bow for sometime, when he lived in the forest of Brocéliandre, and for mounted battles, it is indeed a good choice. Yet he realizes that he may one day have to duel for his queen's honor, so here he is, practicing.

Despite all of the above, he's in fact quite good - after all, he's the second best knight in Britain, after Lancelot.

[knightalmasy]

With all the people practicing swordplay, Seifer is feeling like he's back at school.

"I don't suppose you're from a Garden either?" He questions, raising an eyebrow at Tristan's efforts.

[tricky_bowman]

Bzuh? Tristan finishes his move, then turns to face Seifer, but he doesn't sheathe his sword.

"A garden? Mayhap. Who might be asking?"

He's always had a peculiar relationship with interrogatories.

[knightalmasy]

"I'm Seifer Almasy. I was training at Balamb Garden," he explains as if that should mean anything other than a place with plants and flowers.

[a_roughsketch]

Actually, his clothing style will interest Favrielle a lot.

When she sees him on the way to her room, if he made it inside, she actually stops to observe him. That's what she calls elegance.

[knightalmasy]

Seifer sees her looking at him and raises his eyebrows in a silent question.

[a_roughsketch]

Caught in the act, Favrielle doesn't blush. She's probably confronted such looks before, what with her curious and observant nature. Therefore, she nods curtly, elegantly, and might take a few steps in his direction.

"I beg your pardon, messire," she begins. "I'm afraid I was staring."

[knightalmasy]

"Yes, you were," he replies bluntly, cocking his head to the side. "I know I'm handsome..."