[Video/Action just outside Mysidia]

[crossofsaints]

[A blond young man with a scar across his face is leaning in towards the screen, fiddling with it before stepping back and gripping the handle of his gunblade tightly in one hand, with a... fishing rod?... in the other. The phone seems to be propped up on a rock, as he is seen stepping back and the camera captures the seen at a slightly slantwise

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[ladiesmanirvine]

[He peers at the screen wary of which Seifer he's talking to]

Seifer...[Grins] Figures you'd come down with the monsters.

[crossofsaints]

[Oh, great, it's the bloody women's flirty brigade. Seifer give Irvine a lovely smirk]

Is that a malboro with a phone I spy? Oh... wait... Kinneas, is that you? Is it even possible that you got uglier? No wonder the monsters came down. They must have thought you were their long-lost kin.

[ladiesmanirvine]

Oh good, I was afraid you weren't an asshole still.

[Pauses] As much as I really, REALLY don't like you...I have to ask, what's the last thing you remember?

[crossofsaints]

Me? NOT an asshole? Someone's been using GF's for a little too long.

[He's starting to know what Irvine is talking about, but he doesn't want to think about it just yet. He waves the fishing pole dramatically.]

I was fishing, genius, with Rai and Fu, after your guys were the big damn heroes, and Ultimecia was finally dead and OUT OF MY DAMN HEAD. Just laying low and minding my own business.

[ladiesmanirvine]

Not my fault you didn't choose the winning side and went all crazy.

[Sighs] So I take the whole fact of serving your loyal Sorceress is out of you now, right?

[crossofsaints]

[He snorts] It's your fault you guys won. Can't blame me for that one.

[Whicu is a backwards sort of compliment thrown in edgeways, but no one is going to notice.]

Yeah, crazy bitch is gone. And with any luck, she'll stay that way.

[ladiesmanirvine]

So you're blaming us for saving the world? [Thinks about that for a second] Thanks...I guess.

[That last thought makes Irvine sigh] I take it you don't remember being here before then, huh?

[crossofsaints]

[Seifer glares. You weren't supposed to say anything, dammit.]

[He stops a moment, then gives Irvine a hard look and stiffens, somewhat.] I have been informed, Kinneas, that roughly one year is usually long enough to consider one dead for good, here.

[This is acknowledgement of your concerns. You might want to leave it. He doesn't want to bring this up.]

[ladiesmanirvine]

Hey as long as you know.

You need a ride out of wherever the hell you are, or you good whacking people with a fishing rod till they break?

[crossofsaints]

A ride would be nice, if you're playing ferry. Don't want to break my best fishing rod, after all.

[He doesn't want to irritate Kinneas enough to leave him out here, so he'll play nice. For a little bit.]

[ladiesmanirvine]

Hey as long as you're not psychotic and want to control the world with a psycho from the future,

Then yea, I think I can oblige with that.

[crossofsaints]

[This is Seifer's unamused face. Come up with a better adjective, please.]

No more psychos for me, please.

[Pauses a moment]

I gotta ask, is there a big tattoo on my forehead that says "Evil witch parking only" the way yours says "only a monster could love this face"?

[This one is fair. He mocked himself first, after all.]

[ladiesmanirvine]

Nothing on your forehead, but with that kind tattoo I think it's be a little further south given it's you.

[Someone's snickering at you Seifer]

Sorry for late reply

[crossofsaints]

[Seifer visibly flinches, then shudders. His face is a tumult of emotions, foremost revulsion, panic, fury, and... sickness? Before settling into a more neutral expression.He takes a deep calming breath.]

Kinneas. [That voice is complete seriousness.] Before you decide you want to make that joke, indulge me with a hypothetical situation.

Imagine the oldest, ugliest woman you've ever seen. Now imagine her in one of those swimsuit numbers the ladies in summer edition of those sport magazines. Got that image in your head? [Seifer himself is very carefully using his not incosiderable mental skill to jerp gimself from thinking anything.] Good. Now, picture that same woman with leather gear from /that/ store. Now think of relations with that woman.

[Seifer's face is still very serious, and his tone is scarily even.]

Kinneas. I would rather be married to that woman with no infidelity, than to even consider what you were implying. Ask yourself. Do you really want to go there?

[Still, though, he never outright denies it.

Worth the wait for this little gem XD

[ladiesmanirvine]

[Yea Irvine's gonna stare at the screen blankly for a moment at the thought of...everything Seifer says, before shuddering in fear]

Right, I can see you're not in the mood for that.

I'll pass by, but you better not try and kill me or else I'm leaving you in the middle of a tundra.

Glad you liked ;} (I was thinking of yuuu) Got the shiny new icon for this post.

[crossofsaints]

[He will never be in the mood. Pervy jokes, sure. (After all, this is Irvine we are talking about) Ultimecia jokes? You're just asking for Hyperion down your throat.]

No killing. Not in the mood.

Great. So, I'm outside Mysidia or whatever Pinky called this place. Hoping to head over to Figaro. Penelo's cafe or something? Oh, and pick up Rin on the way over, yeah? [Kind of demanding. Probably not the best way to go when yours stranded in the middle of nowhere, and you aren't on the best terms in the world with your ride. There is a long pause, then a very quiet addition.]

...Please.

[No, Seifer certainly did not say that, ever. What are you talking about?]