[action; open; main lobby, on his way to the training center]

[burntglory]

[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 (

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[whiplashings]

[Quistis had been having a relatively good day. She had completed the mountain of paperwork assigned to her by Cid earlier than expected, and now she was making her way through the Training Center for a much needed training session. With 'Save the Queen' coiled in her hand and taking cautious steps through the jungle foliage in search of a T-Rexaur to go again, it is the faint sound of yelling somewhere deeper within the Center that catches Quistis' attention.

Her brows knit, Quistis chooses to follow the sound; after all, it could be a cadet in need of help. The yelling continues to grow louder as she follows the path, and she's sure that she can make out two distinct voices now-- distinct and familiar. Dread seems to seep into her body and her feet pick up their pace as she shifts into a full out sprint.

This cannot be good.

And it certainly isn't. The scene before her is something far worse than any fight she's seen between the two, and it's a rare sight to see Squall seemingly fueled by fury. She takes note of the unfamiliar male standing between Seifer and Squall, but it's obvious that even he isn't enough to keep the other two from tearing each other apart.]

Stop it, the both of you!

[subjected]

Hey!!

[ Well, you can bet that if Claire had been around, it definitely wouldn't have gotten this far. Since she wasn't, wading into this whole mess just now and sporting a look of extreme displeasure will have to do. Without a hint of hesitation, she just grabs hold of the closest of the two fighters - Squall - and deliberately drags him straight back, in a way that's sure to offer practically no chance at all of him resisting-- especially with how freaking strong she is. Sorry, Commander. ]

[paradoxdestined]

[Almost falling over completely at all the commotion going on, Claire's pull is the only thing that keeps Squall up. Instead of fighting back he stops all attempts at anything, but cooperation at Quistis's voice. ...What the hell is he doing?

He's not going to say anything though. ...It's exactly what it looks like. And he's not sorry either ohgod he is such a five year old idne.]

[burntglory]

[Squall isn't the only one who's lost in what's suddenly going on. There's shouting - one is a voice he recognizes and the other not so much - and then the commander's weight is lifted and Seifer's left laying on the ground panting with a bloody and bruised and swollen face. They're both probably looking worse for wear right about now...

His nose hurts, a lot. Definitely broken. His entire head hurts; it's like neither of them bothered with throwing jabs at the chest or gut, they just went straight for each other's faces.]

--the hell did you all come from?

[His voice is hoarse from having a screaming match with the commander, but Seifer pushes himself up onto his elbow and then slowly rolls on a wince to get up to his feet, stumbling at the rush of blood to his head and bout of dizziness.

Hope none of you mind a weak glare..! ...as Seifer wipes at the blood on his upper lip on the sleeve of his coat and out comes a string of swearing as he bumps his nosemotherfuc-sonofabit-fuc-]

[food_is_energy]

Your heart has flared up like fat dripping onto charcoal, but such burst of flame only endangers the food you're grilling! Move your ingredients quickly to the side before all is lost!

[It's a sincere warning, for all that it's... well, Champloo.]

[whiplashings]

[Quistis... isn't entirely sure how to respond to that. She looks at the unfamiliar male for several moments, before finally realizing what she had walked in on and instead turns to Squall and Claire. There's a small nod in Claire's direction, a silent acknowledgement and thanks for handling the Commander, before she turns to face Seifer.]

We're going somewhere where you can explain yourself. [There's obviously no room for question in her tone. At the moment, all she knows is that the best thing to do is to get the two riled up males away from one another.]

[subjected]

[ ... Uh, right.

In any case, despite her hold on Squall remaining firmly in place, it's not him she's particularly worried about. Her eyes are right on Seifer, jumping only briefly to Quistis; with her own history, from what she knows she's not a fan of the young man at all, and she's prepared to take further action at a moment's notice. Hopefully that won't be necessary though, with both Quistis and that other guy stepping in. Especially in front of the small crowd gathered.

And considering Squall has temporarily relieved himself of the right to be listened to in her eyes, turning to Quistis instead seems like the reasonable choice. ]

I think a trip to the headmaster's office is probably in order...

[ She keeps her voice just loud enough to be heard, dangerously even, and pausing just long enough to look again at her impromptu charge, wrinkling her nose slightly at the sight of his bashed-up face. ]

... After getting someone from the infirmary to take a look here.

[paradoxdestined]

[Squall's just quiet. He looks at Seifer before almost immediately dropping his gaze. The barest twitch of the corner of his mouth hides a self-derisive smirk. Some Commander.]

...You can let go Instructor. I won't do anything.

[burntglory]

[Seifer almost tells Champloo to shut the eff up already and stop comparing them to juicy morsels of meat when he hears that tone in Quistis's words. He shoots her as best of a glare as he can muster in his current state, also sneering as best as he can.]

Great--just like old times again, havin' you as a personal sitter.

[Lucky for Squall, though, that Seifer didn't see that twitch in his lips or he would have tried to knock it off of him.]

[food_is_energy]

[The fact that Quistis has all but silenced this combat just by speaking intrigues him! The best chef knows when to do nothing; better to hold still than risk salmon in the ice cream maker. For now, he will stay close at hand to observe and block if necessary, but let the others speak!]

[whiplashings]

I wouldn't need to be your 'personal sitter' if you didn't act like a child.

[She takes a step forward to Seifer, her gaze hard and the corners of her lips curled into a stern frown.]

[subjected]

Better hope not, Commander...

[ Volume level? Still quiet, and probably just enough for him to hear this time. She'll let go though, technically, after giving him a short tug in the direction of getting away from here; her hand is kept raised, because frankly, she'll be pretty surprised if he can still see very well. Her focus is just on breaking up this entire thing as soon as possible. ]

[paradoxdestined]

[No, not very well at all. But he does look to Quistis for a moment before turning away. He knows she'll handle Seifer. Which just leaves his own end of things. Whatever... that happens to be. What does the Commander do after punching what is technically someone in his care? Too bad the SeeD manual doesn't cover that one.

Touching his swelling cheek he can't help, but smirk on a microscopic level. Even though that sort of hurts, ow. Seifer still hits as hard as ever. He follows Claire.]

[burntglory]

[Seifer does hit pretty hard. If Squall's looking for another round of going punch happy, Seifer won't deny him.

However, for now... The muscle in his cheek ticks as he grits his teeth, meeting the hard look in her eyes. There's a bit of a fire in them and normally he'd be all for making it burn brighter and pushing her to the last thread of her patience. Clenching his jaw kills the bruises and the swelling but he's too pissed right now to care.]

Gonna have to start callin' you 'Mother Trepe' then 'stead of lieutenant commander.

[Another moment of fixing her beneath his angry, disgusted look and Seifer jerks his attention off to the side to where Hyperion rests. He says nothing and goes over to pick it up; good thing he's got his back turned to everyone, they won't see his grimace.]

[food_is_energy]

[Champloo glances at Quistis.]

I suspect that they will need an escort to the Infirmary, or they won't be seen there at all.

[whiplashings]

[Quistis ignores Seifer, and instead turns to address Champloo.]

Instructor Farron will take Commander Leonhart to the infirmary first; I don't think it would be wise for them both to go in at the same time. I'll tend to Cadet Almasy's minor injuries myself, and after having a talk with him I'll escort him to the infirmary. Thank you for your help.