http://crestofamon.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] crestofamon.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] concoursec2010-05-28 03:50 pm

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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?

[identity profile] macgyvered.livejournal.com 2010-05-29 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"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."

[identity profile] macgyvered.livejournal.com 2010-05-29 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
"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.