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Character(s): Headmaster Cid, and the applicant cadets Duo Maxwell, Fuuma Monou, Link, and Nill.

Location: The headmaster's office.

Rating: G

Open/Closed/Finished: Closed to the above.

Summary: This post will contain the trial threads for the above characters' applications (condensed to one post to reduce clutter). Headmaster Cid welcomes the new arrivals to the Final Fantasy VIII world.

[ Every day, it seemed, the Garden grew livelier with the activities of these off-world cadets. A fresh batch had arrived just this weekend, and after some cajoling of the registrar staff, their applications had been processed. Of course, there remained the matter of their interviews. ]

[ With a final slurp of the coffee in his mug, the headmaster righted his sweatervest before opening his office door to the waiting crowd. ]

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[For someone who was a well trained terrorist, the fact that he had never been able to handle waiting very well had always been somewhat of a problem. Still it had been easy enough to keep himself occupied until whoever was in charge deigned to have time for him.

Granted this meant a large amount of not following orders and poking about the area he'd been lead to as best he could. Sadly it didn't provide very much information as to the where or the why, but it certainly did provide an interesting glimpse into how the world functioned. It's not like he was unfamiliar with being sucked into a new world after all as several of his teachers had adventures in various dimensions all the time. Still it was a great excuse to avoid sitting still, which is really all he'd needed. Of course it was really easy to assume he was just aimlessly pacing about when he wasn't fiddling with whatever nick knacks he could get his hands on.

Then the door started to open and the sound caught his attention, wheeling about to face the door Duo grinned and waved casually with one hand, the other finding refuge in the pocket of his jeans.]

Hey there, was beginning to wonder if you'd forgotten there were people waiting on you pal.

[His tone was amiable and his body language was nonthreatening as he looked the headmaster over. So this was the headmaster of a school that apparently trained mercenaries or something? Looks could be deceiving sure, but he couldn't help but wonder if it was one of those cases of 'Those who can't, teach' more or less.]

You're either the best damned case of not judging a book by it's cover I've ever seen or there's some other reason you're the head honcho here.

[That said, he ambled over and stopped in front of the older man before attempting to peer into the room behind him. There wasn't anything overly interesting or revealing in the room he'd been exploring so maybe, if he was lucky, there was a bunch of stuff in his actual office.]

[ Cid's only reaction to that little jab is a good, full-bodied belly laugh. ]

You only learn the answer to that question if you manage to graduate and become a proper SeeD.

[ He wandered back toward his desk and leaned against it, not bothered in the slightest by the offworlder's curious poking about. ]

[That's a very telling reaction. There's something about this guy that reminds him of Howard, which is always a good thing.]

You're not bad gramps, I'll give you that much. No info until I've hit SeeD huh? Guess that ain't too bad of a trade.

[Duo continued poking about curiously until he was satisfied and then he plopped down onto the chair placed in front of the desk. Of course, being Duo he couldn't just sit and instead kind of sprawled out. Sitting also didn't turn the motion off either as the teenager was soon toying with the end of his braid absently.]

So, what sorta things do I have to do anyway? Mercenary kinda has a loaded definition to it where I'm from. It's always good to be on the same page in the end, you know?

[Somehow, things seem different here than at his last school. So while he won't be completely open about everything he's done in his short life, he'll be more willing to admit to things than he ever had been before.]

So speechify away, Head guy. I'm sure you've got some sorta pre-set spiel or something after all. Right?

[ He had prepared a "pre-set spiel" for the cadets at the beginning of the term, but to be honest, Cid hasn't had much time for speechifying these days! He doesn't mind, though. Having so many visitors makes him feel rather popular with the youth. ]

I'm afraid I don't have anything prepared, but I will sum up.

SeeD is an organization of independent, expertly trained military personnel. The term "mercenary" does have a bit of a rough ring to it, doesn't it? However, we fully expect each SeeD graduate to be not only an excellent combatant, but also a diplomat and scholar.

[ He taps his temple with a finger, smile ever broad. ]

Those looking merely for "Hired guns" will find they can be bought elsewhere.

[Awwe. What good was that? If you had a pre-set spiel you should be able to speechify with it at least once! Otherwise it was no fun at all!]

You don't? Too bad gramps, I'd gotten my hopes up and everything! This is a disappointing first impression you've got going on here lemme tell you.

[He finally shut up long enough to listen to the mini speech though, not that he couldn't hear well enough even when he was talking. He listened attentively even when most people are so sure he's too busy running his mouth to hear anything at all. It was part of his survival skills really.]

Diplomat and Scholar as well as a military personnel? You guys sure don't ask for much.

[He grinned though, he genuinely liked this old guy. You don't find too many people with his character after all.]

There's a time and a place where being just a hired gun ain't all that bad, but I do get what you mean gramps. Got a question for you though, what say do SeeD have in their missions? I'm not about to let someone force me into doing stuff that I don't agree with. Make sense?

[G had tried that once or twice and it had always been a disaster more or less. He might have had what some people would call loose morals, but the ones he did have were pretty set in stone.]

You don't seem the sort I gotta worry about though, but a guy can't be too careful.

It's very reassuring to hear that question from you. Your sense of integrity will prove valuable as a SeeD cadet.

[ He opens both arms to his sides in a welcoming gesture. ]

SeeD are encouraged to exercise their own judgment when accepting assignments.

Keep talking like that and you might even make me blush gramps.

[Duo grinned anyway, hands shoving into his pockets as he finally stopped messing with his hair.]

That ain't so bad then, can't say I've got any complaints about the way you're running things that's for sure.

Got one last question for you. What's the eats like here? Gotta eat to live and all that stuff. Kitchen always open or are there only certain times you can get chow?

[Someone with his metabolism couldn't be too careful on that front after all.]

The cafeteria isn't open twenty-four hours, but there's no enforceable regulations against stocking up a little cupboard in your dormitory. And of course, as a graduate, you'll be likely to travel the world sampling a vast array of cuisine.

[ His tone is a bit wistful when he talks about food, making the roundness of his midsection beneath his sweatervest less of a mystery. ]

So save up on food when I can. Got it. Thanks for the tip gramps!

[He caught that change of tone and chuckled a little at the implication. He could work with this. The headmaster seemed like a decent guy and it sure as hell couldn't hurt to keep on his good side.]

Tell you what. Once I hit SeeD status I'll be sure to bring you things back from time to time, okay? Since I doubt you can get out to go around places much with a job like this one.

Sound like a plan to you gramps?

It sounds like you are trying to -

[ He stifles a laugh with a short cough.]

-butter me up. But I'll accept that offer on the condition that you not refer to me as "gramps" for the duration of your stay with us.

[Well there might have been a little buttering up involved but his intentions had been good for the most part. He was just too stubborn an ass to come out and say so.]

Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. Who knows? Might have even just been trying to being nice one food addict to another.

[He shrugged though, not really minding one way or another, he was a big boy.]

Fine, fine. I won't call you Gramps, but I'm not calling you Headmaster or whatever either. Deal?

[Because Headmaster was entirely too long and formal and shortening it down to either head or master really didn't work too well.]

[ Oh, young Commander Leonhart is sure to enjoy this one... ]

We'll sort out the matter of address later on. Cadet Maxwell, you may head out the hall and to the registrar.

[ He takes up a personalized memopad and scribbles his signature onto a sheet, then tears it off and hands it to the young man. ]

Give them this and they'll know what to do.

[He promises to live up to his full snotty potential especially when it comes to the Commander. The guy needs to learn to live a little after all, he'd thought Hiiro was bad, but he's going to learn that Squall's just as bad if not worse.]

Works for me I guess. I'm sure we've got time to figure out just what's going on and all.

[He took the sheet, scanning it quickly before grinning.]

Will do Cid, will do. Catch you 'round later then m'kay?

[That said he headed for the door, braid swinging merrily behind him as he left with a casual wave.]

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