Who:  Squall Leonhart, Irvine Kinneas, Seifer Almasy
Where: Dollet City Square
Why: Seifer decides to nab Squall.
Date of Log: October 2nd, 2000.





He almost didn't realize that he as going against orders... Honest! So fixated on the fact that Seifer was going to the mountain, and on the idea that he was possessed and whatever it was seems to be lodged into the blonde's chest... Squall had almost bypassed the city as a whole. That is until he got a good smack up the back of the head about it by Irvine. Of course it wasn't a physical blow, but the teen glowered at the gunman for a moment, irritated at the delay, but in the end just slowed down, altered course, and headed to where he should have gone in the first place. So much for being the always follows orders Golden Boy, eh? Then again, and as stated before.. Seifer always did make Squall do things he shouldn't.
Back in town the car was returned, and then it's to the hotel. Not finding anyone else back yet, which seems odd for the fact that you two went farther than they did, but just the same Squall justifies it with his hazardous driving. Pausing before the place, looking across the area to where there is a restaurant, the young man frowns a little more deeply than he normally does and says, "Hungry." Verbos after all of the talking he did in the car, isn't he? Storm colored eyes lift to Irvine and the dark head cants to one side. Normally he'd just walk off and go get food, but he's suppose to be Irvine's backup and so isn't going to abandon you. Not after the smack in the head anyway. It's reminded him of the place he should be, and just why he's here. There shouldn't be anything personal about it. ...just keep telling yourself that, Squall.

It took Irvine a bit to realize they were off course. Had they been on foot, he'd have realized it immediately, the moment Squall tried altering things to head for the mountain. So, when it finally hit the gunman that they were not heading back to town, of course he said something to Squall, and even insisted they go back to report to Issei. No matter the dark looks he may have gotten, the redhead was fairly adamant about it. Luckily, he didn't have to argue too much. It's not that he really wants to head back, he'd rather just go straight to the mountain, worried about Seifer and whatever this possession may mean. Still, he made these plans with Issei and it'd be stupid to go up there with just the Golden Boy and no one else. Irvine's a sniper, someone meant to be off to the side to scare the enemy and bring down morale, not a frontline warrior meant to wade through gore.
Back in town, Irvine seems similiarly surprised that Issei and Bael aren't yet back. It had felt like hours they were traveling back and forth, not to mention the time spent encountering damned Holy Knights and Seifer. Oh well, they'll be back soon enough, the redhead is patient, even in his concern. At the mention of hunger, he shrugs at Squall, gesturing toward the resturant like, sure fine, let's go. He hadn't much thought about it, but honestly, he hasn't eaten anything in awhile either. And the fact that Squall didn't just leave him in the dust for it registers, sorta.

So Squall is learning manners. Sue him. Actually blame Sigurd. He's the one who's managed to make the teen partially social. Well, in as much as he is anyway. Regardless with the wordless agreement the teen heads off towardsthe place, gunbelts jangling softly. How he manages to deal with that is anyone's guess, but then again he's worn the things for so long now that he doesn't even hear the things. At least he can't sneak up on you, eh?
Across the Compass Circle he goes and into the building, but he really doesn't want to be inside right now so picks a table in the open. La de da, right? Picking a chair seemingly at random, Squall doesn't sit right away and instead unbuckles his gunblade and hangs it (More of leans it there truth be told) against another chair before also shrugging out of his jacket and then removing his gloves as well. He just doesn't want to sit with the blade on.
A waitress arrives at the table, young and pretty, beaming at the two of you since both are damn good looking. As she gets a glower from Squall the smile is soon shifted to you as menu's are laid on the table. "Can I get you two something to drink?" Which will give you time to pick stuff and all of that rot. Squall merely gets coffee and plucks down in his chair to pull a menu over and start looking at it. Yes, he's all the personality of a board at the moment.

Irvine is actually beginning to get used to that. Squall's cardboard personality, that is. So Garden's Golden Boy doesn't like to talk, big deal. The redheaded gunman is no chatterbox like Zell or Selphie, so he doesn't mind the peace and quiet of silence at the table. That's what happens when you get a loner and a would-be loner sitting at the same table, you know. He doesn't bother removing anything save for the holster before he sits, but then this is the same thing he wears without fail, nearly every day. The duster never comes off, well, at least it doesn't seem to. Making that order two coffees to begin with, he also peruses the menu thoughtfully. One hand slips into the pocket of the duster, pulling out that Holy Cross he'd been keeping there. Off comes the hat then, and the symbol is pulled over his head, then dropped against his chest. Tis ok to wear it for now, or so he thinks. So long as he remembers to take it off again later.

Yeah, he saved up his cereal box tops and sent in for the personality when he was about nine. It's not the best of things to be certain, but just imagine what would have happened if he had to figure a personality out on his own... >.> Ahem, anyway.. The holy symbol is looked at over the top of the menu Squall holds, but he doesn't comment on it. After having 'stolen' it for a little while some days before he doesn't need to see it again close to know what it is. Why Irvine wears the thing he doesn't know, and to be honest he doesn't much care.
The waitress sighs to herself as neither one seemed to notice her and goes off to get the coffee. Sorry, but she's just a norm and so not very exciting. While she's off filling cups, Squall closes his menu and digs about in his pants pocket for a while. Seems there is something he wants, and it soon turns out ot be a pocket watch.. he clearly never wears. What's the point, eh? It's look at, frowned over, and then shoved back into said pocket.

"What time is it," Irvine asks without actually glancing up. He does see things without actually having to look, after all. And understands why Squall's anxious. The hat is put back atop his head, adjusted slightly to fit right and then he's looking at the menu again indescisively. He's only half interested in eating, though he'll force himself to because he knows he needs to. However, he appears to be just as inwardly antsy as perhaps Squall is regarding this. Where could they be? Hopefully nothing bad happened to either of them, though the redhead can't see Issei getting into too much shit with Bael there to back him up. Wearily, he reaches up with one hand to rub at an eye with the heel of his palm. The Holy Cross becomes a worry stone again, free hand wrapping fingers around it idly.

There is a soft grunt and a reply of, "Late." That just tells you everything now doesn't it? There really wasn't a time set for the meeting, but all the same the teen is beginning to worry some as well. How fast does Seifer fly? Could he have been down at the coast where Irvine and Squall were only to get back far enough north to give the other team trouble enough to make them late? The answer is of course yes, but he won't be able to know that for a bit yet. For Irvine's benefit there is a clock above the hotel, so you can just look over Squall's shoulder to find out what time it is. He missed that little bit.
Coffee comes back to the table, escorted with another bright smile. The girl is trying again obviously. Squall just takes his cup and starts adding obseen amounts of cream and sugar to it so that he doesn't have to deal with her just yet. In light of this she only asks if you two are ready to order or not. Squall just eyes Irvine, letting him go first, and then tells her what he wants as well. The player is being lazy and so doesn't bother figuring out what he orders. It's just food after all. Writing things down, and collecting the menus, the waitress heads back inside to do her job.

Placing his own order as Squall dumps rather large amounts of cream and sugar into his coffee, Irvine resists the urge to utter the classic cliche line of 'want any coffee with your cream and sugar'? For him, black coffee is just fine. Any additions to it are sacreledge. Late. Lips quirking to the left in a half smirk, he asks, "Care to elaborate on that?" Leaving him open to the 'No, I don't' response, not that he cares. He just found the terse and overly under-verbose answer slightly funny, in a wry sort of way. Besides, just then he does espy the clock, and finds out the time that way anyway. Hmmm. "Wonder what's keeping them," he says idly, a question that's not really a question from the way he says it. It's worrying him, to be honest, though he tries not to show it outwardly. Seifer seemed like a fast bugger the way he just took off into the sky like that. The gunman knew the blonde wonder was fast, both seemed around equal in speed, but this possession thing seemed to make him moreso. Or so it did appear. It bothers him.

Squall needs his energy for he isn't Zell who seems to have an endless supply of the stuff. Sugar and caffeine are what he's going to have to deal with, and so this way he can have both. Giving Irvine a look through his bangs, the teen doesn't even bother to reply as he sips at his much lighter coffee. Can't talk with your mouth full after all. At least he doesn't anyway. There are some other people in Garden who haven't learned not to, but luckily none of those people are here right now. Since Squall has no idea what is keeping the others, he goes on saying nothing to the point of seeming to tune poor Irvine out. Instead he cradles his coffee and allows his thoughts to wander... and to such a degree that he does indeed start brooding and Ifrit gives him one of those mental kicks. The teen jerks with it just about in time for the food to arrive. (Isn't it nice how in RP service can be whatever you want it to be? ;) Squall places down his mug as the plate is set before him, and continuing on with his silence the young man starts to eat. Sorry, Irvine. Maybe next time you go out on a mission you will get someone who actually talks more than a dozen words a day.

With his luck, he'd get a chatterbox, which wouldn't be much better. Irvine shrugs as he's not answered, either time. Whatever. (My doesn't he sound Squallish for a second.) He notices Squall's little jump, but figures perhaps the Golden Boy was merely unceremoniously dragged out of his brooding thoughts by the waitress, not Ifrit. Then again, Badb never mentally kicks Irvine for that, so how would he know? Eating without paying much attention to the food, he too loses himself to thoughts, though he's not really mulling over everything in the same brooding way that Squall does. Questions, questions, questions, and all of them without any sort of answers. Seifer's possessed. The demon has something to do with that scar on his chest. He's fast, has somehow injured Salamander, and... the redhead sighs outwardly suddenly, shaking his head. When Issei and Bael get back, which will hopefully be soon... they'll get to the bottom of this. Hopefully.

The sigh is echoed faintly as Squall piched the bridge of his nose between his fingers and rubs there. For a moment anyway. That you two sighed in tandem brings him to look over at you. Of course he frowns as well, but this is something he always does and so shouldn't be a surprise. The teen's own thoughts are on the saem subject as Irvine's, so again you two are echoing one another. However he knows that you don't have the answers anymore than he does so remains silent. At least for a while more. Finding his appetite fled along with the headache he's starting to get thanks to being kicked several times ina row, Squal stands from his chair. The thing scraps against the floor before coming to a stop about a foot from where it started. "I'm going upstairs." You know, to the room you are all based out of. Garden did at least arrange for that kind of thing. Money is dragged out of the same pocket that holds the watch and he leaves enough for the whole meal. Since he's a SeeD and earns a paycheck he's more than willing to pick up the tab. There is a glance at the sky as he pulls on his jacket, frowning at a bit of cloud. Nothing to see, but he frowns at everything so there you are. The gunblade is hefted and hung over a should via the belts, leaving it to sway behind the teen and bump gently against the backs of his legs. Mr. Social at his best obviously.

Irvine isn't going to follow, letting Squall off to do whatever. Instead, he nods, a farewell of sorts as well as a thank you for the quiet SeeD. As much as he's semi gotten along with the Golden Boy lately, he hasn't had a moment to himself to think lately, and it's been getting to him. So he stays until well after Squall is gone, finishing his coffee and just thinking. Eventually he does get up and wanders back out to the square to look around. Just some semblence of hope that Bael and Issei will show up out of the blue. Instead more often then not he finds himself glancing up at the empty skies above.

According to the person running this TP each team was given a room. Nothing fancy... two beds a bathroom, etc. for they had figured this would take more than one day. Clearly it's going to from the way things are looking. Squall climbs the stairs instead of taking the elevator. No reason he just wanted to. Soem floors later he finds the correct number and works the key inside of the lock to gain access. The room inside is pretty damn boring truth be told, but then again it's a hotel room. Tacky art on the walls, a bathroom with barely enough towels, Galbadian bible... you know. Boring. He lays the gunblade on a bed, unmindful of the sound of the metal against metal and heads for the balcony. Gloves are tossed over to the bed as well just before he pulls open the curtains and then the sliding door itself. Hmmm... not much to look at out here either. Moving to the railing, the teen leans over it a little to see if he can see Compass Circle where he left Irvine not to long before. There we are. Squall doesn't wave or anything and was merely satisfying a bit of curiosity.

And this is when all hell breaks loose in the movies. The calm, the heroes seperated, and a demon loose on the wing, while everyone's at thier least prepared. This is when everying just goes straight down the tubes, and then the heroes have to gather, put aside thier differenaces, find common ground, and defeat a mutual foe.

And far be it from the Knight Errant wannabe to NOT give in to a cliche. After all, he's very much a walking cliche a lot of the time, and so he hardly cannot dissappoint his audience.

A tumult of noise proceeds him. Irvine, at his table, will see people get up, glue themselves to the windows, point and gasp--while Squall will see nothing at all. He's looking, you see, in the wrong direction. The balcony faces over the Compass Square, and the Seifer-fireball is traveling a slightly circuitous course over the city to raise a little hell as he returns to the mountain. But oh! What's this?

Jade eyes, flickering with the flames of damnation, narrow as it crests the roof of the hotel and spies the SeeD standing on the balcony.

Squall. The name is dredged up out of the possessed man' memory by the inhuman thing residing in him. Squall... so many things can be evoked with that name. So much delicious pain and frustration! Squuuuaaaalll...

Squall will be his tool, he decides. He will get his host into line, make him a willing vessel, with this 'offering'.

And with such in mind, the creature changes course to abruptly dip and dart toward the SeeD, looking to pluck him right off his balcony and into the man-monster's arms before winging away once more. Ahhh... It's /good/ to be an evil demon.

You know, there are times Irvine dearly regrets being around for these oddball moments. Having risen from the table, he's actually been wandering around the square, and staring up at the sky. So, he does actually notice the coming of the Seifer-demon, even before the crowds in the square begin to react to the incoming presence. Brows furrowing, he mentally prods Badb, the Crow unfolding her wings as she realizes suddenly that she is needed. Now, the redhead has no idea what Seifer is up to, not until he sees him cresting the hotel roof. Knowing Squall is in there, Irvine makes the assumption that he may be the possible target. Little does he realize immediately, the Golden Boy is actually standing on the balcony.
So, with a little speed, he makes his way from point A (where he currently is standing) to point B (a little ways from the square, where it looks like Seifer is headed) and that's when he realizes Squall is standing there on the balcony, possibly about to get swiped, or picked up even and dropped? Little does the redhead know what Seifer -really- wants. Now, as much as the gunblade expert and the gunman don't seem to get along (other then brief moments), Irvine really isn't keen on the idea of the other teen having nasty, evil, damaging and probably bad things done to him. So, let's see about blowing Seifer off course a little, if at all possible. And with Badb's approval, launches an Air spell at the demon blonde boy. Tornado would be a bit much, and possibly hurt Squall too.

Want to be able to see Squall's expression of complete and utter surprise? Play the game and you will find a few of them. You know, the eyes wide and lips slightly parted as he looks back over a shoulder to find something that stuns him motionless just long enough to ruin any chance he had of being able to defend himself. He's plucked right off the balcony just as the demon wants and blinks rapidly at the sudden force of the wind all around him. Attack spells at the person holding you tend to have an effect on you as well. His hair riots around his hair, showing well his eyes, and tears at his clothing. It brings the white t-shirt to flutter.
Then he cries out in surprise, and some pain. Sorry, delayed reaction there. "AHHHHH!" It's not really the fact he's been plucked off of the hotel balcony that brings about his fear. Well, there IS that fear as well, but mostly it's from the simple fact that all of the sudden he's no longer on solid ground and being held very high of the ground. Legs are kicked, silver on boots glinting in the fire that surrounds the figure which now holds him aloft. It doesn't last long however for the teen is trained to deal with the strange and adapt quickly, so he shuts his mouth with a faint click of his teeth and all but clings to the arms that hold him. . o O (Hyne!Don'tdon'tdon'tdon'tdropme!!!!) Eyes absolutely huge he stares down at the ground not even noticing that thanks to his own junction the fires around Seifer have no effect on him. At least there is something there. Hope he doesn't cut off the circulaton in your arms too badly, Seifer.

Oh! Look! He's terrified! */* Don't think that even as the demon takes total pleasure in the feeling, that Seifer does as well--a guilty pleasure, but still. He gets his grip--and then be begins to rock wildly, spun in the air by Irvine's Aero. Hopefully, he won't make Squall sick with abruptly being thrashed about in the air, even as he struggles to get a grip--

--and looses it.

A moment of terror for poor Squall, as he's kept briefly aloft in the raging air spell, and then it fades and gravity it allowed to reach up and draw him back down. Look, Squall. It's the earth rushing up to meet you. Do you think it'll be friends?

Unfortunately, Squall is not allowed to let the earth make him into a Squall Lo Mein, all noodle-guts and goo all over the ground. Seifer rights himself, and then darts downward, to swoop and catch the youth before he becomes pavement pizza everywhere. And then he just lobs Firaga right back at Irvine. Eat that, Red. -/-;

'Fuck,' Irvine mouths, seeing Squall get plucked right off the balcony before he can knock Seifer off course. Then, those cornflower blue eyes widen the second Squall is suddenly dropped as the Air spell -does- take effect. And he zips toward the area of impact with all the speed Badb can grant him. Unfortunately, he doesn't get to break the Golden Boy's fall as he's snatched upward again by the demon that is Seifer.
"God dammit," he hisses aloud finally. When you're being tested, it is standard for your SeeD partner to get captured like this? Now, seeing as Seifer is in fact holding the other teen that high up in the air, the redheaded gunman isn't about to launch another spell, nor can he do much to help Squall out of this predicament. Sorry, bud, you're outta luck unless you want Irvine to shoot, which could possibly be a bad thing (tm). Especially if Seifer moves just an inch and the target ends up being the wrong one of the pair.
And finally, of course Irvine can't just get away with smacking Sefier up the side of the head with an Air spell. Nope, revenge must be gotten as the demon darts off with his prized Squall. There's not much of a chance, at this proximity, of dodging a spell of that magnitude and power, but the gunman does so try, and is aided by the speed junction Badb provides. The most he attempts is to get around the side of the building, hoping to be shielded that way. He almost makes it. Almost. The spell itself tags him squarely in the back, momentum carrying him around anyway, even as he's suddenly lost any ability to continue on his own. Anyone else in the vicinity of the spell is probably even worse off then he is. Literally thrown into the wall by the force of the spell blast, he slides down toward the ground, the scent of burnt flesh nearly making him gag, even more so as he realizes it's his own. No protections from this sort of elemental attack.

Luckily, darkness is kind enough to swallow him as he slumps over.

No, as a matter of fact he doesn't believe it will make friends. u\u; Not fair! All over again he screams as he's let go off and finds himself falling. He doesn't have any spells to help with this! Not about flying and falling anyway. Well, he has something that might work a little, and is certainly better than nothing. Protect is cast on himself, the barrier pulling around the slender figure just before Seifer catches him once more. Squall, damn near terrified, panting for breath with all of the excitement, and expression still rather stunned, manages to get a grip on himself just in time for the fire spell to go off. No! Not Irvine! "NO!" He calls out regardless of whether anyone else can hear it and twists about to try and slug Seifer in the face. Sure it means the possibility of getting dropped, but he doesn't have any spells at the moment that would really hurt the other. Both he and Seifer have fire junctions, and with that neither one is effected overly by fire magic.

Punching the man holding you a good fifty feet in the air now is just a BAD idea. BAD, you hear? Seifer deals with the wriggling Squall for moment, and then gets socked one, and ... lets go again.

This time, intentinoally, he lets the SeeD Drop, almost leisurely following him down in the air, and then reaches out to grab the leather coat's collar, jerking him to a stop and probably wrenching both arms painfully. The coat is not allowed to give, however, as he drags him upwards, and merrily wing his way to the north east, up the mountain...