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Who: Rinoa
What: Still out in the world
When: midday
Where: Balamb
Interactions: Open
Warnings: None

Besaid had been crazy with monsters! But it had been nice to see Selphie again even if it was only for a brief time. Then she'd met someone else who was helping clear out the crazy Malboros. The woman had seemed like she'd been forged on the field of battle and while she was cold at first Rinoa stuck around to help and ended up learning a lot about fighting. Because of that she was now more skilled than ever with the Gunner dressphere she'd been using, and had gained quite a bit of experience with the new Warrior dressphere she'd picked up as well. Even her basic outfit got an upgrade thanks to a lucky find at the Besaid market. After the battles were over, her new friend had been picked up and she'd been lucky enough to catch a ride with her.

They had finally parted ways when she'd asked to be dropped off in the town of Balamb. Seeing the calm peaceful town brought back a flood of memories. And a warm, nostalgic feeling washed over her as she meandered through the streets. Looking around it was as though time had stood still in this place. Somehow she'd grown but Balamb was just as quaint as ever. But that was fine. Rinoa would change a thing and even if she could the last thing she wanted was for this to become another Galbadia. The thought of which only served to remind her that she hadn't contacted her Father at all since she'd run away. He was probably still mad as heck and she wouldn't be surprised to run into some soldier or another that he'd sent off to find her. Oh how she hated to have that kind of imaginary scenario looming over her, spoiling her day.

Now feeling fidgety, the young woman hastily ran a hand through her long brunette hair and then suddenly perked up, almost as though a lightbulb had gone off in her head. With rushed excitement she made her way to the nearest palce she could think of, knocking on the door. She was greeted thankfully with the warm smile and kind demeanor of Mrs. Dincht, who let her in right away and listened patiently while she explained what she wanted and why she was there. It was only moments later that the woman smiled in agreement and fetched a pair of scissors.

"I've worn my hair this way for too long anyway". Rinoa said mostly to herself as she moved her hair aside so a towel could be draped around her neck and shoulders.

30 minutes passed, and as the towel came off Rinoa ran her fingers lightly over the back of her head. She couldn't help but stare down at the discarded locks of hair lying on the tiled floor of Mrs. Dincht's kitchen. Watching the woman sweep them away with her broom was almost like watching part of her personality being discarded as well. The quivering, uncertain part that so long ago had made her feel as though all her companions were moving so fast, and she had always been desparately trying to catch up.

Rinoa left the womans house with a hug and a smile and now with a lighter, happier feeling she bounced back out into the town to see what else she could do before she made her way out to see if the Garden was docked and find out what everyone there was up to.

Date: 2011-08-08 10:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
Squall was sat on the dock, looking out over the ocean. It looked so peaceful on the surface, but he knew below it was a hive of activity. Funny how it refelected the whole world around them, really. The Malboro troubles had been a bit of a nightmare. He and a few others had grouped together to storm the Deep Sea Research Centre and wipe out the cause of the problem. No new Malboros had spawned after that, and the roaming beasts were dwindling in numbers.

Squall had been injured. Only the doc and he knew how serious it'd been. He'd played it off as nothing, just as he always did. But in truth, it'd been uncertain whether he'd ever be able to use a gunblade again. It had taken a lot of practise and a lot of pain medication to come as far as he had, even now his grip was weak and his swing lacking.

All in all, it was depressing. All he knew in life was how to fight - how to be a soldier. Without that? He was nothing.

Date: 2011-08-08 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
Squall was dragged from his thoughts by that familiar voice. It had been a long time since he'd seen Rinoa. Too long. That's what happened when you threw yourself into your work. He pushed himself to his feet. For once, he wasn't nestled in his jacket which exposed the bandage that started under his right glove and ran all the way to his t-shirt sleeve.

"Rinoa." He paused, looking her over. A look between a frown and confusion crossed his features. "You cut your hair." Well, that was a lovely, romantic greeting, Squall.

Date: 2011-08-09 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
He turned his head away slightly. Direct eye contact was hard for him, especially when he was trying to lie about the seriousness of his injury. Being mauled by a Malboro was no fun. The wound ran the entire length of the bandage, a jagged line where a row of toxic tipped teeth had torn through flesh.

"It's nothing serious. Just a cut. I went with a group to investigate the Malboro attacks." The wound itself had been serious enough, and that was without the toxins and poisons that had torn through his body. Hardly a fun time

"How about you? No injuries?" He looked her over for any sign of battle marks.

Date: 2011-08-10 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
Squall frowned, jaw tensing a little at the shaking. "It was an accident." He had saved a moogle from being eaten though, that had to count for something, right? No one with a heart could stand by and watch the fluffy little pompomed things be eaten...

"I'm fine, almost healed." Another lie. It was still terribly bad under the bandage.

He offered his arms for a hug. "I'm glad you're safe."

Date: 2011-08-10 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
Unusual? There was pain and lots of it. He drew away from the hug with a less than manly whimper. "It's still a bit bruised." Which was true, if you replaced 'bruised' with 'infected and weeping puss'.

"Hey, yo suggesting that Griever and I can't handle anything thrown at us? I'm a top ranking SeeD, in case you forgot." Soldier through and through.

Date: 2011-08-12 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
"It's not that. It's just... I..." He was a soldier. He was used to keeping his problems bottled up inside. He found it hard to ask for help or admit defeat. Especially people he cared about, like Rinoa.

He frowned, brow creasing. He wasn't even sure how to put it into words. "I'm sorry, Rin, I know I can lean on you, it's just..." He was supposed to be the protective man, looking after her and Garden and everything in between.

Date: 2011-08-17 09:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
She knew him too well. Throwing himself into his work and his training was his usual coping mechanism. If he was busy then he was okay. He'd been like that for longer than he could remember. Putting up walls was far easier than letting people in and disappointing them.

He frowned, casting a glance down at his bandaged arm. "The doctor has been treating it with medicines, and I've used my own magics on it."

Date: 2011-08-18 10:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
Well that was... different. Strange but also kind of enchanting. Mostly strange though. He'd read about sphere grids and how they worked, but the idea was still rather baffling to him that your skills depended on what you were wearing. He'd stick to his leathers and his trusted gunblade, thank you very much.

He gave a defeated sigh. There was no way Rinoa was going to back down until she got her own way. Not a princess? Pft. Not much. He peeled off his tshirt, before starting to unravel the bandage to reveal the weeping, toxic ridden injured arm beneath. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Date: 2011-08-31 03:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
Squall shifted uncomfortably. He felt like a child being scolded by a parent. "The Doctor has been treating it. It's better than it was." A lot better. He hadn't been able to move his fingers at first. It'd been a worrying time. Without his gunblade he wasn't much of a soldier, and without his fingers, he couldn't use his gunblade.

Despite the spell the wound still oozed with toxins. Even so, Squall felt less sick now. "I'm sorry. I didn't think it was important enough to worry you with."

Date: 2011-09-24 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
The magicks were doing their job, fixing and curing the toxins that ran through Squall's blood. With every spell he felt a little better, but he could see how much it was draining Rinoa. He drew his arm away. It wasn't completely fixed, but he was prepared to lie to protect her.

"All fixed. You're the best, Rin." And with that, he planted a kiss on her lips. Hey, she deserved it!

Date: 2011-11-06 01:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
"No need. I'm fine. A few potions, a good night's rest and I'll be fine. Honest." Especially if he got his own Rinoa-shaped pillow for the night. He wiggled his fingers, examining his arm. Much better.

"Come on, let's head back to Garden, you're exhausted. I'm sorry, didn't mean to wear you out."

Date: 2011-11-06 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
"Even the strongest of mages can burn themselves out with constant casting. It's just a fact, that's all." He let out a sigh, hooking his arm with hers as they walked. At least he wasn't battling with the urge to constantly pass out and/or throw up any more.

He tilted his head to have another look at her. "It's nice. Different, but nice."

Date: 2011-11-06 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
"Oh, you know. Busy as usual. There's plenty of paperwork. Never ending paperwork. Keeps me busy. How about you? Where've you been? What've you been up to lately?"

He honestly couldn't remember the last time they'd spent any proper time together.

Date: 2011-11-06 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
"Seems like you've been busy then." It was good that she was out there, living her own life instead of stuck in Garden as some kind of trophy wife. "Damn Malboros. Talk about living Hell. We're lucky the world's still turning." It'd been tough.

He settled his head on her shoulder as they walked. He really wished he'd brought one of the cars with him.

Date: 2011-11-06 03:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
"Hardly. I could be so much better. I need to be stronger, smarter, wiser. I need to train harder, push myself further." And that is probably why he was always so worn down. Some days he seemed closer to middle age than his teens. All work, no play.

He huffed at the poking, batting away her hand.

Date: 2011-11-06 09:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
"Rin, I do relax... sometimes. Being in the training centre is relaxing for me. Works out the stress." Wipes out the Grat population too, unfortunately. He huffed again, a frown finding it's way to his face.

Date: 2011-11-06 09:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
He shifted away enough to take her hand in his, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "How long are you planning on staying around?" He hoped it would be for awhile yet. He'd missed the company.

Date: 2011-11-09 11:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leatheredlion.livejournal.com
"Well, guess you'll be sticking around a long time then. Not the jealous type." He laughed, a proper laugh, nudging her lightly. It was nice to have some company, and not to feel like his arm was going to drop off.


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