Where: Balamb Garden Training Grounds.
Who: Farrell Tennan, Irvine Kinneas, Selphie Tilmitt.
Why:  Random fun.  And a large T-Rexaur.
Date of Log:  July 25th, 2000.



Farrell cracks his knuckles.. "Not as much as I'd like, though.. the damn things cheat." He glances around again. He really wants some more action. But does Irvine? Hard to say. Whenever you're looking for something it never turns up, though.. and that's what he hates. Maybe he should stop waiting for something to attack and just make the first move.

Funny that should be said, cause just as Irvine's about to say something, there's a definate, heavy snap and crackling of brush, almost as if something was felling full trees in its wake. A dozen grat suddenly dash past the two would-be hunters, not bothering with them. Irvine blinks. "Uh... that doesn't look good."

The smile on Farrell's face slowly fades away as the turn of events doesn't look to be very positive ones. Not knowing what kind of monsters dwell in this training center, the idea that it could be his worst nightmare doesn't really cross his mind. Watching the grats scuttle off and listening to the crashing ahead of them, Farrell steps up beside his friend and punches a hand into an open palm like before. "Can't be anything all -too- bad," he says with overconfidence.

Hefting the gun upward in preparation, Irvine glances around warily as the thrashing and crashing grows steadily closer, chasing out a few other smaller creatures before the head of the dreaded T-Rexaur suddenly becomes visible over the tops of the trees. Blinking, the gunman is quite stunned for a moment.

Farrell's face, almost always seen with color, suddenly seems to be lacking in that department. In other words, he's pale as a ghost. If you think Irvine is stunned, you obviously can't see Tennan. He redefines the word. Looking upward at the reason for all his nightmares, all the times he had awoken in the middle of the night and screaming in terror, Farrell's breathing picks up to the point where it's almost in sync with his pulse. "Oh.. my.. god.." he squeaks.

Glancing briefly at Farrell, Irvine suddenly wonders if it's better to just run. "Farrell... if we're going, we better go now." The T-Rexaur looks down at the two SeeD Candidates with wary eye, then releases one god-almighty awful roar. The kinda thing that just shakes your psyche to the bone.

Selphie, in all of her infinite widsom, took about a 5 hour nap today in the early afternoon. And after that, filled her tummy with chocolate, soda, and some chips. The chips aren't important, but the sugar is. Suffice to say, everyone's favorite Crack Monkey is -wired-, and cannot even begin to toy with the idea of sleep. So! What better way to shake off energy than in the -training center-?
Which explains why the yellow-clad, nunchaku-weilding girl trots inside, and... Scrunches her nose. "T-rexaur," she notes to herself, hearing the roar. "He'd better stay the heck outta my -way-!" Totally, of course, oblivious to the two cadets' presence.

Farrell would, don't doubt it for a second. But it isn't as easy as you may think for someone who's facing his worst fear. "I.. I can't move." he stammers, starting to shake as he continues to stare at the dinosaur wannabe. "My legs.. I can't feel them."

Oh crap. Irvine shoulders the gun, reaching out to grab Farrell's shoulder to shake him. The T-Rexaur takes another step forward, the immediate ground vibrating with the amount of weight set down suddenly. "Time... to.... GO!" the gun man yells, trying to get his friend's attention as he attempts to drag Farrell after him.

Selphie heads further in, idly peering around the brush. Naturally, most monsters would steer clear of a T-Rexuar, and with good reason! So poor Selphie doesn't really -find- willing monsters. ...Grr. Irvine's yell is also unheard, even as she singsongs to the monsters. c_c "...Come out, come out, whereever you aa~aare... o/~" She wants a fight, dangit!

Farrell isn't about to be moved, either. Teetering slightly at the tremor, at least a hint of sense is knocked into the student. But as Irvine places his hand on his shoulder, Farrell spins around for no reason and thrusts his fist at the cowboy's face. Okay, so it was the wrong kind of sense.. but his nerves are shot so he has an excuse.

Bad move, indeed. *whapwhap* Irvine's grip on Farrell's shoulder is instantly released, but the cowboy is suitably stunned by the action, staggering backward in surprise, blood suddenly geysering from his nose. The T-Rexaur is still coming forward too, swishing its long tail back and forth, suddenly spurred into action by the scent of blood. Another roar, ear shattering.

Finally, Selphie's had just about -enough- of these stupid monsters. Huff!ing, fists on her hips, she -stomps- her foot. "Ooooh! I can't -believe- this! My -gramma- has more guts than you stupid monsters!" Well, yeah, Selphie's asking for it. Ask and ye shall recieve -- but it's just in the form of another roar from the T-Rexuar. She sideglances that direction, slooowly, lips pursed. "...Hm." Maybe she shouldn't -be- here.

Farrell takes a few steps toward Irvine with his fists raised until he finally gets it through his thick skull that he's attacking the wrong person. "Oh, damn!" he shouts, letting his guard back down. Putting his arm behind Irvine to offer him support if he's about to fall over, Farrell looks at the T-Rexaur with the same terror-stricken expression as before. What the hell can he do? Think, man, think! Running still hasn't crossed his mind.

Irvine shoves Farrell with a bloody hand, trying to get it through his terrified thoughts to invoke the fight or flight reflex. In this case, flight is preferred. "Moob!" (Move.) And seeing as our bloodied gunman is the reason the T-Rexaur is about to go into frenzy, he's the first target as the large, pointy-toothed head snaps forward.

Selphie would feel awfully bad if she discovered she was in the Training Center when someone got hurt and/or killed, and didn't even know it. Hopefully this won't be a problem! Idly, though, it occurs to her caffeine-riddled mind, that if the T-Rex is gone, the other monsters will want to play! Whoohoo! Caffeiene Selphie, by the by, regresses a few years. So! She starts in that general direction, pushing away some of the brush with her nunchakus as she goes. o_- "Gonna kick me some T-Rexuar BUTT!"

Farrell stumbles off to the side, barely keeping his footing. Turning, his eyes fall on the monster advancing toward Irvine. (Was this what it was like from his perspective?) This thought triggers something in his mind that isn't fully realized quite yet. Standing there dumbfounded, he can since the threat isn't being placed on him at the moment, his mind races with so many plans of action... if only he could focus on one.

Gods above, below and imbetween! Irvine dives back just as the Rexaur snaps at him, falling into the brush with the rustle of wild grass and snap of fallen twigs. Amazingly, he manages to hold onto the gun and keep the hat atop his head. Funny how he does these things without trying. The Rexaur, still smelling blood, turns then, trying to sense movement to further pinpoint the scent and get a better lock on Irvine's position. Rexaur's aren't well known for seeing immobile things, after all. Farrell is suddenly ignored entirely.
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Now -that- was close.. and Farrell saw it. However, it wasn't while he was sitting there in fear, it was on his way -toward- the T-Rexaur. And in his hands, as odd as it may be, is a large, nearly 6 inches in diameter, 'club.' Part of a fallen tree, this makeshift weapon is about as tall as Selphie and has become Mr. Tennan's new best friend.
Running at the monster and at the same time weilding the log like a samauri warrior, Farrell lets out a battle cry as he leaps at the back of the dinosaur, swinging the club downward with every ounce of his strength. The scream alone would probably render most senseless, but the weapon was added for show.

Selphie trudges on her way. Trudge, trudge. And finally starts to pick up the fact that there are -people- fighting this thing, already. Okay, that's cool -- that's cool. Right. Okay. Get closer, then identities can be made out. Not even fully around a ferny corner, she presses a hand into it, moving it out of her way, and -- geh. "--Irvine!" Eyes wide, -then- she realizes he's in trouble with a T-Rexaur. Questions about when Irvine got -back- are gone for the moment, as she realizes she made an oopsie -- and covers her mouth, immediately. o_o!! Of course, her eyes then shift to the Battle_Mode Farrell, and she really can't do much else than just -watch-, looking... Well. Lost.

Suitably surprised, and upset that *something* has interrupted its hunt for sustenance, the T-Rexaur roars as Farrell leaps onto its back, snaking its head around to snap at the strange creature riding there now. Unfortunately for it, it's head isn't quite able to bend that far and it snaps at air just inches from Farrell's perch. The smack of the log seems to do little at first, though the Rexaur noticably buckles under the weight of the attack.
Irvine, meanwhile, has lifted the gun and taken aim for the head area, at least until he hears a familiar voice call his name. Oh crap, it's Selphie, and the gunman will die screaming before allowing the T-Rexaur to so much as breathe on her. *Blam* Bullet headed for the Rexaur's head.

Farrell lets out a grunt every time he shifts his weight, avoiding the clamping jaws that had ended his life before. "Damn you!" he cries, still pounding on the back, neck and head of the T-Rexaur as Irvine takes a shot. Here's hoping it works.. even though that's some pretty thick skin its got there. Unfortunately for Farrell, he can't hear anything other than his own yelling.

Okay, Selphie, you're a trained SeeD -- why the heck are you watching?! Snorting lightly as Irvine attacks, she hops around the corner, Nunchakus at the ready! Well, it's distracted, right? Right! So Selphie hop!s forward, swinging Crescent Wish at the stupid thing. Battle_Mode Selphie! If only she had a GF junctioned...

Irvine hates junctioning, and so therefore most certainly doesn't have one. But, that's no secret. The bullet, meanwhile has struck the side of the T-Rexaur's head. Snorting, he whips its jaws around again, diving those sharp teeth in Irvine's direction, head disappearing into the very brush that Irvine's currently positioned in. This of course is futile on the Rexaur's part, seeing as now it has *three* attackers. There's a cry from the brush, sounds like Irvine though it's hard to tell if that pain or surprise or effort.
*thwack* The nunchakus strike their target, and the great beast's head draws upward again, grunting at the pain of dual attackers, as Farrell continues to beat on its spine and neck (and head area when not trying to make a snack out of Irvine). If the gunman is unharmed, it's hard to tell.

As the creature brings its head back this last time, Farrell goes flying off its back onto the ground with a sickening thud, the log landing somewhere off in the trees as it was flung during the descent into dirt. He hits the ground and rolls a few feet, slowly getting to his hands and knees and pausing, admiring how dirty the ground is as he regains his composure.

Irvine gets snapped at, dissapears in brush. ...Okay, uhm. Battle_Mode: Off. That's the problem with having a relationship with someone you go off on adventures with! Selphie, as much as she'd like to concentrate on that T-Rexuar, is thrown off track as she searches the brush with her eyes. "--Irvine!", she yells once more, though this time in concern. "If you almost-die again," she yells to the cowboy, "I'll -kill- you!" Now, of course, she hop!s foward again, lashing her nunchaku at the meanie again. "Rrrg!" Stupid thing!

The Rexaur is stunned, but far from down or out. Crouching back on its haunches, it releases yet another stunning roar, fit to vibrate the ground in the general vicinity. Battered, bruised and bleeding from one side of its face, it decides this isn't what it wants to eat right now and begins to back up into the brush, seeking something safer.

Farrell grunts, holding his head as he rises to his knees, nausea striking him with a vicious blow. Looking up, he sees four T-Rexaurs.. then two. Oh wait, just the one. Now nothing other than twinkliing stars. Falling to the side, Farrell decides to take a nap for a few minutes.
      
Selphie does, indeed, flip the T-Rexaur off as it starts to retreat. "S'right! Up yours!" Grr. Before it's even gone, she dashes over to where Irvine dissapeared, half-expected a bloodied Cowboy. But it wouldn't really surprise her, not the way things have worked out thus far. She's still -worried-, though! "--Irvy? Irvyyyy?" It's -then- that she spots Farrell's unconscious form, and she actually pauses in her searching to huff! "Men! Always havin' to be -saved-!"

Emerging from the brush as the T-Rexaur disappears into other parts of the training facility, Irvine appears to be just fine, except for the bloody nose. (Though it's ceased to bleed now.) He smirks as he hears *that* paticular crack from Selphie, but holds his tongue as he too notices Farrell, rushing toward his friend's side. "Holy hell, what happened?"

Farrell lays still.. breathing, but slowly. The hit wasn't all to kind to him, so he simply lays there on his stomach, one arm outstretched to the side while the other is underneath him. Looks like a casualty of war, he does. Colored with dirt, a few bruises, and other assorted colors, who could think otherwise?

Soon to follow after the cowboy, Selphie squats, knees together, beside the fallen Farrell. Fear not, though -- she'll pester Irvine enough later. For now, deal with the injured. "He, like, flew offa' the T-Rexaur! He was on for about 7 seconds, though," she adds, sheepishly -- and not too worried about the boy, apparently. "Pick him up, let's get him to the Infirmary!"

Gingerly, Irvine makes sure he's not going to snap Farrell's neck or something equally *bad* as he rolls his friend over and lifts him off the ground. Though he was really going to rib him hard for the bloody nose bit, well, it doesn't seem that important now in the scheme of things. Nodding to Selphie to lead the way, he makes sure he's got a good grip before following her.

Selphie watches Irvine do all of this, rather quiet, indeed! "--Uhm~... Or maybe we're -not- s'posed to move him." Pause. "Oh, well! Too late now! Les'go!" And lead the way she does, nunchakus still at the ready. She'll pretend that she didn't notice Irvine was gone. u_u That'll teach 'im! ...Not that it'll last. She'll crack tomorrow and throw some books at him.

Irvine fully expects more then books to be thrown at him, but for now he's mostly concerned about Farrell's well-being. They didn't expect to run into a T-Rexaur today, that just wasn't in the plans. Following Selphie, he's careful not to stumble on anything in his path.

Selphie continues trotting along the way, kicking some random trip-able things out of the way. Hrmph. Hrmph! She radiates 'hrmph!', indeed. But poor Farrell -- seems he's got -total- bad luck with T-Rexuars