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[noblerworld]

Even after the disaster in Rapture, Seifer felt quite strongly that there was little he needed to be taught by anyone else. The training he put himself through, he insisted, was more useful than anything any of his instructors had shown him. So if he routinely sparred with the metal armed man Cable it certainly wasn't because he felt he needed the

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[starchilde_lost]

She stood in the shadows, a little ways a way, having intended to indulge in a work-out of her own but ended up somewhat captivated by the image of her brother beating the kid to the ground. When he started walking her way, she gave him a silent slow clap, knowing he'd see her leaning on the tree nearby.

"That's my brother, making friends and influencing people."

[mutant_gi_jesus]

"What can I say," he replied with a smile. "It's a gift."

[starchilde_lost]

"I'm pretty sure Mr. Bruised Ego over there would disagree."

She looked back at the kid, feeling his pain. It had sounded like any number of harsh life-lesson/sparring-matches she'd had with Logan and those... were never good. Ultimately useful if she listened, but not anything approaching good.

"You have any bruises that need looking at?"

[mutant_gi_jesus]

"Not today," he replied as he halted his walk beside her, while behind him Seifer got to his feet and walked away. "It wasn't that sort of spar."

By which he meant it had never been his gameplan to play fair and trade blows properly.

"You come to work out?"

[luke_castellan]

Re: Cable in honor of the Tag Someone New Meme!

[mutant_gi_jesus]

"I'm just a cheerful sort," Cable replied dryly, greeting the stranger with a nod.

He looked a little older than Seifer and Zell but the sword and scar marked him as being of a similar type.

[luke_castellan]

[mutant_gi_jesus]

"Good to meet you," Cable replied with an offer of his, non-metal, right hand.

If Luke was feeling guarded, Cable was acting with a deliberate casualness, every bit of his body language designed the show just how un-threatened and at ease he felt. Even his handshake would be casual and soft, without any of the bone crushing strength people put into it when they wanted to impress.

That lack of posturing was a type of posturing in itself, of course.

[For Seifer]

[useabezoar]

Snape still hated this place. A week or a month or a year probably wasn't going to change that assessment.

At least he had a bed in the compound now, even if he found himself unfortunately having to share the room with others. He didn't enjoy sharing a room whilst he was at Hogwarts as a boy, and he certainly didn't enjoy it now as a man grown.

But sometimes the compound was just too much for him. Too many people, too much noise. So as much as he hated the tropical out-of-doors, he sometimes found himself taking brief walks outside, in search of peace and quiet.

He didn't find it, though; instead, he found a man just sitting on the ground. "Excellent place to sit," Snape muttered under his breath as he moved to pass by.

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[noblerworld]

Seifer always hated to lose a spar. If there was anything inclined to upset him it was that. And he hadn't exactly appreciated the lecture, either. So he was in the sort of mood where he felt like going out and kicking a dog.

Which meant it wasn't exactly the best time for a stranger to stumble across him and the fact that he muttered something under his breath that he couldn't quite hear was the spark on the touch paper.

"Got something to say, mud hair?" he greeted him, angry eyes flicking up to meet the stranger's face.

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[useabezoar]

Snape stopped in his tracks and glared at the man. If there was anything he liked less than people being passively rude by just sprawling wherever they pleased, it was people being actively rude.

"I said, excellent place to sit," he repeated, more loudly. It probably wasn't a good idea to antagonize the guy, Snape knew full well, but he just couldn't stop himself.

Re: [For Seifer]

[noblerworld]

"Well, I'm so glad I meet your approval," Seifer replied snidely as he rose to his feet.

"Touched, in fact."

[awomanscornd]

"Wow, that was... a heck of a thing," Madelyne says lamely as Cable walks away from the kid, still sitting right where he was when she first came upon the scene, less one gun in his face. A couple of months on the island have done little to help her get a proper handle on the place, the strange hulk of a man who's been there since her first day very much included, but between his expression and the way the situation seems mostly defused, she's not so much concerned as baffled. "What just happened?"

[mutant_gi_jesus]

"I have students," he replied casually as he stopped to talk to Madelyne.

"That was a lesson. In situational diplomacy."

[awomanscornd]

"Do you think it worked?" Madelyne asks, wry but oddly pleased at getting something resembling a straight answer out of him. She isn't sure if that's actually an accomplishment or just the impression that he puts out, but then, there's precious little that she is sure of, these days.

[mutant_gi_jesus]

"He's making good progress," Cable replied casually.

"Of course learning to be diplomatic when you have a gun pointed at your head is a relatively simple lesson. My more advanced students remember that the gun's still there even when they can't see it."

"Care to join me for a walk, Madelyne?"