[Alright. The moogle thing wasn't making a lick of damn sense. He called himself Mars, spoke in this cutesy voice that made Seifer want to punch him in the face and he swore, he smelled faintly like cotton candy, which he had grew out of liking by the time he was nine years old. If the thing was supposed to be male, why the hell was it so feminine?
Well, that didn't really matter. Did it? Not at all. There was a posed problem here, he was stuck in an entirely different world that had some semblance to his own, with the chocobos and monsters. He had browsed through that index quickly to make sure he knew what he'd get himself into.
Then there was the doohickey that allowed him to change from class to class. What the hell was this shit? He didn't have classes back in his world. No, you used para-magic, chose your weapon and mastered in whatever you wanted. This shit seemed way too complicated in his opinion, he was liable to get a headache by the end of the day.]
”It'll take us a little while to get to the residential district from here, kupo!,” the floaty mush looking thing said.
“Yeah?,” he answered absentmindedly as he fiddled wiith the class changer.
“You're not paying attention are you, kupo?,” the moogle asked.
“Ah huh,” he replied, then looked up blinking. “What did you say?”
The moogle sighed. “I think I'm going to have quite a bit of trouble with you.”
[Seifer smirked.] Jokes on you, I've always been nothing but trouble. [Ma.. Mars? Didn't look quite so impressed by him.] Aw, come on, have a little fun. You seem to have a stick up your ass.
[the moogle crossed his arms and huffed.] "You are a hero of light. You should act like it, Kupo."
He snorted. “Whatever, I don't believe in that snit, anyway.” [The moogle said nothing and as he passed someone, he got an overwhelming sense of familiarity. He stopped a moment, turning to look at the back of a rather chocobo looking head of hair and he was pretty sure he saw that stupid facial tattoo. They also hd one of those idiotic moogles with them.]
Nah, he was seeing things... except, it wouldn't hurt. Right?]
[He clucked purposely, several times in a roll.] Chicken-wuss? [he called after, resting bitch face on as he waited for the verdict.]
Seifer Almasy | FFVIII | TAG: Exploring
Well, that didn't really matter. Did it? Not at all. There was a posed problem here, he was stuck in an entirely different world that had some semblance to his own, with the chocobos and monsters. He had browsed through that index quickly to make sure he knew what he'd get himself into.
Then there was the doohickey that allowed him to change from class to class. What the hell was this shit? He didn't have classes back in his world. No, you used para-magic, chose your weapon and mastered in whatever you wanted. This shit seemed way too complicated in his opinion, he was liable to get a headache by the end of the day.]
”It'll take us a little while to get to the residential district from here, kupo!,” the floaty mush looking thing said.
“Yeah?,” he answered absentmindedly as he fiddled wiith the class changer.
“You're not paying attention are you, kupo?,” the moogle asked.
“Ah huh,” he replied, then looked up blinking. “What did you say?”
The moogle sighed. “I think I'm going to have quite a bit of trouble with you.”
[Seifer smirked.] Jokes on you, I've always been nothing but trouble. [Ma.. Mars? Didn't look quite so impressed by him.] Aw, come on, have a little fun. You seem to have a stick up your ass.
[the moogle crossed his arms and huffed.] "You are a hero of light. You should act like it, Kupo."
He snorted. “Whatever, I don't believe in that snit, anyway.” [The moogle said nothing and as he passed someone, he got an overwhelming sense of familiarity. He stopped a moment, turning to look at the back of a rather chocobo looking head of hair and he was pretty sure he saw that stupid facial tattoo. They also hd one of those idiotic moogles with them.]
Nah, he was seeing things... except, it wouldn't hurt. Right?]
[He clucked purposely, several times in a roll.] Chicken-wuss? [he called after, resting bitch face on as he waited for the verdict.]