[action; open; main lobby, on his way to the training center]
[Picking up the latest newsletter was probably one of his biggest mistakes yet - not counting his involvement with Ultimecia years ago of course. Seifer's read through most of the articles and stares down at the bold title of 'War Criminal to Face Possible Retribution: Seifer Almasy Case'. So many thoughts race through his mind, so many emotions (one's in particular that he's managed to put a mask over), even his heartbeat begins to quicken.
Fear? Adrenaline? Desperation?
Seifer can't tell, he can only stare down at the title and then at the picture of himself, faded and placed within the column. Twenty years later and nothing seems to have changed.
Now he begins to fervently skim the article, picking up on this and that. '...going as far as to say that Ultimecia has sent him from a time prior to her defeat in the Second Sorceress War to gather intel and find ways to avoid her inevitable fall.'
Bullshit..!
Not bothering with reading the rest he pushes himself up from the bench, grabs up Hyperion, and begins to storm off towards the Training Center. The papers are crumpled angrily in his hand.]
Like hell! [He snarls under his breath as he goes in response to the newsletter, dumping the balled up papers into the nearest garbage bin. Whoever he's bumped shoulders with, Seifer doesn't pause to look back - doesn't care, too lost in his thoughts. In the possibilities that maybe what they've written is true and he just doesn't even know it yet.
Seifer knows exactly how crafty Ultimecia can be-- but it's not something he wants to think about right then and there.]
{{ooc; feel free to be the one he bumped into, feel free to meet him at the TC, feel free to do-- IDK-- he's just clearly not in the best of moods! c:}}
Fear? Adrenaline? Desperation?
Seifer can't tell, he can only stare down at the title and then at the picture of himself, faded and placed within the column. Twenty years later and nothing seems to have changed.
Now he begins to fervently skim the article, picking up on this and that. '...going as far as to say that Ultimecia has sent him from a time prior to her defeat in the Second Sorceress War to gather intel and find ways to avoid her inevitable fall.'
Bullshit..!
Not bothering with reading the rest he pushes himself up from the bench, grabs up Hyperion, and begins to storm off towards the Training Center. The papers are crumpled angrily in his hand.]
Like hell! [He snarls under his breath as he goes in response to the newsletter, dumping the balled up papers into the nearest garbage bin. Whoever he's bumped shoulders with, Seifer doesn't pause to look back - doesn't care, too lost in his thoughts. In the possibilities that maybe what they've written is true and he just doesn't even know it yet.
Seifer knows exactly how crafty Ultimecia can be-- but it's not something he wants to think about right then and there.]
{{ooc; feel free to be the one he bumped into, feel free to meet him at the TC, feel free to do-- IDK-- he's just clearly not in the best of moods! c:}}