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[burntglory]

["...if you have any further questions please do not hesitate to contact myself or a SeeD."]

[Seifer isn't pleased after he skims his letter and rereads everything twice. Was this a joke? This had to be the worst joke ever. Considering where he had just been and what he had done? And now he was back here of all places

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[gunblade_grrl]

[In passing on the way to the cafeteria, Maria happens to glance by at the figure stalking angrily towards the elevator.]

[And stops.]

[And begins to follow, quite unsubtly, her eyes wide as can be.]

[burntglory]

[Oh Seifer's pretty ticked off, that's for sure. He's that pissed that he doesn't realize there's someone following him, his letter and course catalog clenched in his fist.]

[gunblade_grrl]

[That's okay! Like a teenage girl with a pop idol, it doesn't even occur to him that he WOULD notice her attention!]

[This is so cool! Oh, oh! Did he have his gunblade with him?]

[burntglory]

[As a matter of fact, he does have Hyperion with him! It's gripped just as tightly in his other hand. But Seifer will end up noticing Maria by the time he reaches the steps that lead to the elevator, throwing a look over his shoulder in her direction.

Those wide eyes of hers are a little unsettling to say the least.]

[whiplashings]

[Quistis spots that familiar grey trench coat.. and for the first time in quite a while, she actually feels relief upon catching sight of it. Which is amazing in itself, considering all the things that he had done to them in the past.

But that doesn't matter at the moment. Because seeing Seifer back means that Squall could be back, as well.

Nonetheless, she approaches him, a stack of papers in her arms.]

Where have you been, Seifer?

[burntglory]

[Seifer tenses at the sound of that voice, stopping in his tracks. He turns to look at the blond, inwardly cringing. Hard not to considering that she'd had a hand in handing him his ass on a silver platter.

The muscle in his cheek flexes as he grits his teeth.]

Stupid question to ask, don't you think? You know where I've been.

[She's just wasting his time.]

[whiplashings]

[Her brows furrow-- she's definitely familiar with this hostile side of Seifer, though there seems to be something else beneath it all. It's a bit unsettling, but Quistis refuses to back down.]

What are you talking about? No, I don't know where you've been. Rinoa has been looking for you ever since you disappeared weeks ago.

[burntglory]

[About to open his mouth to snap at her Seifer shuts it again, falling quiet. Rinoa? She's been looking for him?

Yeah, okay. Something was definitely off, and he didn't like it.]

You ain't makin' any sense, Trepe.

[brightsiding]

[ Vanille was walking down the stairs off the elevator when she spots him and smiles, waving. ]

Hi! Feeling any better-?

[burntglory]

[Who is this bright-haired girl waving at him? Seifer directs his scowl onto her instead.]

Who the hell are you, and why are you talkin' to me like we're best friends?

[brightsiding]

[ Lowers her arm, and tilts her head instead. ]

It's, ah... Vanille, remember? [ They were never best friends, though... She's just friendly. ]

I guess you're not feeling okay after all.

[burntglory]

Good to know you have a pair of working eyes. But I've never met you before in my life. If I did, obviously I don't remember who you are.

[asideglance]

[Japan doesn't recognize Seifer. All he recognizes is that he's headed towards the 3rd floor. And that there's a letter in his hand... A familiar type of letter...

He had met a lot of faculty, and this person didn't seem to match up. Okay no, he was quite certain that a person with that sort of appearance and expression couldn't be a teacher. He was definitely a student! So going to the 3rd floor... That wasn't allowed, was it? Well a helpful reminder couldn't hurt, right? sob Japan I thought you could read the atmosphere]

Ah... Excuse me. Going to the third floor requires clearance from a faculty member.

[burntglory]

[Brow twitching Seifer stops and turns to look at whoever is stopping him.]

You don't think I don't know that?

[He looks him up and down and thrusts out the letter in his hand.] The hell is this crap anyways?

[asideglance]

[That sort of reaction is startling, but he just stares at the letter. Without even taking it, he'll answer.]

I believe that must be the letter explaining the current situation with Time Compression. Is there confusion with it?

[burntglory]

Time Compression, huh? No shit.

[Narrows his eyes. So then obviously something happened after Puberty Boy and his little band of brothers defeated him.]

[fierybluebird]

Oi Seifer. Welcome back.

[Shoves a small stack of paperwork on him. That's right, random drive-by accosting from a pineapple man. Business as usual.] Not that it's possible, but if you disappear again a contingency plan would be nice. Trying to sort through all this is a bit of a hassle. Even with less classes this semester.

[burntglory]

[Seifer doesn't have much time to react to the pineapple man pushing the paperwork on him, but it's reflex to try to grasp at the papers, grabbing them away from his chest.]

What do I look like to you? Do your own bloody damn homework!

[fierybluebird]

It's not homework, it's the Disciplinary Committee stuff. I do my homework just fine.

[Rolls his eyes. This guy...]

[burntglory]

[Stops short and stares at Marco. His eyes sweep up and down the other man's form.]

Wanna run that by me again? I don't remember puttin' you on the committee.