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Character(s): Albert Simon & Anyone
Location: Quad, the Garden
Rating: PG-13? ~~He won't zap anyone yet.~~
Open/Closed/Finished: Open
Summary: Did something go horribly wrong or is he merely lucky that his plans were thwarted by divine hands?

In all due truth, there was something humbling about being trapped here upon a foreign world without clue as to how that happened. While he did well not to voice his frustration, Albert was certainly having a difficult time grasping as to how he managed to be swept up within Time’s Current. “How dreadfully odd.” The dapper gentleman whispered quietly as he examined the winding corridors of Balamb Garden. Still quite capable of wielding his powers, Albert found it a tad unsettling to realize that he lost his new ‘Ace’ during the shuffle. He had hoped to bestow Yuri and his stalwart companions with his new form, the Messiah. However, just when he was about to fuse with the fiend, Albert was whisked away from battle by what seemed to be an invisible hand.

“Perhaps I’ve actually caused a rift through time…” Remembering the havoc that transpired within Neameeto, a light chuckle emitted from Albert once he thought of his young foes. “It seems they’ve may have won for now. How disappointing.” While he had promised not to hold any ill feelings if he had lost the bout, Albert felt a tad cheated from losing the chance to battle the young harmonixer one last time.

“Oh well, I suppose it could be worse.” He chuckled lightly. “I could be stuck here with that fool Dehaui. Now that would have been dreadful.” Checking to see if anyone was near, Albert vanished once more only to reappear within the quad. Why walk if you can travel throughout the Garden faster using magic?

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Albert's consideration struck Einiona as the act of a man possessed by a profound sense of pity for humanity, the kind who would reach out to help a homeless stranger to the nearest shelter and be saddened if the stranger jerked their hand away instead because he wouldn't really get why it happened. In other words: well-intentioned guy, gigantic asshole. It didn't make her like him much. This would probably be more off-putting, if she were looking for a friend; as it was, he was fun to talk to, so she didn't really care.

"Nah, never did." She crooked her index finger, wiggled it a bit. "You ever try setting a cast for a baby? Hard work, it is, when the body's growing so fast like that."

She rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck. "I make do."

Only if someone could reward this girl with King Solomon's riches for her skilled analysis of this man. Not many individuals would have guessed the cardinal to be anything else other than benevolent and kind. Then again, those who did know of his true nature were often laid the rest in coffins; just see Father Doyle for that example.

Honestly, her laid-back attitude towards her misfortunes was slightly befuddling, but somewhat admirable at the same time. Einiona was obviously a girl who isn’t going to allow her ill fortune to hold her back in life. Perhaps he could learn something from this foul-mouthed girl from Wales. That is if he allows himself the luxury to think there’s more to Einiona than what meets the eyes.

"It would be quite difficult to set a cast upon an infant's arm, therefore I suppose this would be the only result." Even though he could easily heal such a wound if he desired to do so. "May I ask you a question? Has any word been told regarding how long we may stay here within this Garden?"

Albert's still eager to return to the world he plotted to destroy.

If he tried, Einiona would kick him in the dick before his fingers ever touched her. Not even joking. That kind of pity would offend her on so many levels she'd never forgive him for considering it.

Good thing she had no idea he was considering it, or this conversation would be going very differently!

She raised an eyebrow, her mouth quirking up in bemusement. "I don't know what's stopping you." She looked around at the Quad, gesturing at the scenic environs briefly. "I have to pass some retarded classes first -" her face twists up in a momentary moue of distaste - "but unless you've been shanghaied into this SeeD program I don't see why you have to stay on board at all."

... that wasn't actually what he meant, Einiona. But nice try, anyway.

Letting a deep sigh once he heard that response, Albert fought the urge to zap her. “No, you misunderstand my inquiry.” He corrected quickly as he tightened his grip upon his cane. “I mean to ask what sort of endeavors has been made to fix this Time Compression.” The girl has to know something regarding this topic since she isn’t a native of this world. If not, Albert will merely ask whoever comes near until he finds an answer. If he was truly locked away within another world, then Yuri and the others could already be doing battle against the God he summoned in a vain attempt to halt Armageddon.

“Surely, you know of some news involving this phenomenon.”

"I'm not sure it can be fixed."

Having said that, she sat down on a nearby rock, her elbows propped up on her knees. "It's not like wishing's gonna make you find the end of this rainbow, Cardinal." The way she dropped the title, it didn't sound anything like a term of respect. "Nobody has any control over who stays and who goes. Isn't that obvious?" She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. "I showed up and everybody looked at me like some kind of alien, dude, do you really think they got any idea what they're doing?"

She snorted. "The first time I've been through this dance this isn't, you know." She rolled her eyes. "The people in charge don't know any more about what they're doing here than they did back at Kismet, and it's about as much use expecting them to give a shit. Roll with it, Simon Says."

... d-did she just. She did.

Chuckling, she tipped over till she sprawled atop the rock, staring up at the sky. "Besides, why would you want to leave before you've seen what this place has to offer? They have floating islands! Every star in the sky is new! Just think of learning all the new names for all those stupid twinkling nightlights up there. And that's just to start." She rolled over to stare at him. "Doesn't that make you even a little excited? Shit."

If there were ever a time he doubted his patience, now would be that time. Einiona was infuriating rude, more so than that cheeky harmonixer. In fact, Albert would go as far to say that Yuri possessed more tact than this young girl. Although, she certainly seemed to make a good enough point regarding the reaction of the natives here at Balamb. The Time Compression itself seemed to an unnatural occurrence to this realm, which means the citizens are as clueless as the newcomers are. A shame really, it seems that there are missing pieces to this puzzle that haven’t been found as of yet. Perhaps instead of fussing about his moment of greatness ruined by that foul boy, now would be the perfect time to start investigating this realm.

He listened quietly to the girl as she ranted while moderately wondering if this world is any different from the ruined world he hails from. “With that said, it seems that this is more of a blessing in disguise than a curse.” Albert smiled at Einiona as she spoke.

“You have my thanks, Ms. Canning. I do hope you enjoy your time here at the Garden.” Bowing towards the smart mouthed girl in a gentlemanly fashion, the cardinal set off towards a destination unknown. However, instead of just teleporting towards the next level; Albert decided to go for a stroll.

"Hah! It was nothing, but you're welcome anyway." She waved a dismissive hand. "I don't know that much." She let her hands fall on her chest and fold over each other, staring up at the sky, a wistful expression on her face. "I hardly know anything at all sometimes." She laughed, and she said nothing, just closed her eyes as he bowed to her.

"I intend to try!" she called after him, watching him go with a fiercely unrepentant look of glee on her face.

... a look that fell almost immediately after he left earshot, as she turned back to face the sky, holding her unbandaged hand up to cover a patch of it. Her words were almost a whisper, for herself and none other.

"It's not like I've got any other options, after all."

She bit her lip until she was sure the feeling had faded, and threw herself to her feet. She had a date tonight, after all. A hot date with lots of grunting and shoving and screwing.

... what, she only plans to rip the computer apart and try putting it back together again to keep her mind off being trapped in a completely unfamiliar universe, what did you think she meant by that? Get your mind out of the gutter.