The Park - Very Early Thursday Morning

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The mood in the dorms, hell in the whole town, had apparently bypassed 'full-on emo' and slammed headfirst into 'full-blown panic', and the atmosphere was just a bit stifling. So Seifer had dug the trench coat out of the back of his closet, dumped Galahad in one of the deep pockets and headed out for a walk. At least that was what he was going to tell anyone who asked. It would be stupid to admit that he was going to teach the kitten how to chase the ducks.

He had to have something to cheer him up right now.

And that is where he currently was. In the park, with the might hunter staring bemusedly at the sleeping piles of feathers near the water.

"You know, you kinda suck at this hunting thing," he told the kitten.


[[Open Park is Open! Feel free to say Hi to Seifer and the kitten before they get zapped!]]

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Not too far away from him stood a group of Auditors. Three of them, as a matter of fact, and they were all staring at a duck.

"Why does it stick its beak in its feathers?" Ms. Red wanted to know.

"Perhaps it is trying to tidy itself," Ms. Cranberry proposed.

"But that is very inefficient," Ms. Pink pointed out. "Or does it secrete a cleaning compound from its beak?"

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Galahad was sniffing around at each duck, and Seifer had finally drifted close enough to hear the conversation.

And was just a little weirded out.

"It's sleeping." Or it was, until the kitten swatted out it. Now it was rustling its feathers and starting to wake up.

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The three Auditors turned to one another and discussed this idea.

Then Ms. Red, who had apparently been appointed spokesperson for this particular answer, said, "Why?"

Ms. Pink added, "And what is your cat doing?"

"You are wrong," Ms. Cranberry added, "It is no longer sleeping."

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Okay, that weird feeling wasn't going away, and apparently Galahad was feeling it too, the way he started to puff up while staring at the trio.

"He's play-hunting," Seifer said, snapping his fingers to try and get the cat's attention.

Unfortunately, the cat had its owner's instincts, and was going to try and attack Ms. Red's shoes now.

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Ms. Red peered down at the cat, unmoving. "What is 'play-hunting'?" she asked. She felt an irrational annoyance, a sort of prickling urge to point out that these were new shoes.

Which was ridiculous, of course. This body had always had these shoes.

Behind her, Ms. Pink squatted down by the side of one of the sleeping ducks, reached out, and reduced it to its component atoms. Around her, the grass seemed to recoil.

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Okay, it wasn't like they were the first ones in town who weren't use to modern day phrases and stuff. Hell, some of his classmates were probably still scared of light bulbs.

"That's whe-" Seifer trailed off as he watched the duck just disappeared.

"What. The. Hell!" He stared at the trio in horror, and with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, because dude, his cat thought her shoes were evil or something.

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And Ms. Red finally gave in to the voice in the blackness behind the eyes, and reached down to pick up the cat.

She tilted her head at it. She decided she had no interest in seeing its component atoms.

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Seifer called up a fire spell, but kept it in his hands.

"Put down the cat, or I'll fry your friends."

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"No," said Ms. Red. "These are new shoes."

"They are not new," Ms. Cranberry pointed out. "The body has always had them."

"The body is attached to them," said Ms. Red.

"Yes," Ms. Pink agreed, "It is. At the feet."

Under the confused-but-interested glances of her compatriots, she vanished the cat into the Nothing.

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They were crazy bitches from another universe. And they had just made his cat disappear.

Really, they had brought this on themselves.

Seifer through the fire spell at them, and quickly followed it up with a Meteor (http://shrines.rpgclassics.com/psx/ff8/magiclist.shtml) spell as well.

Yeah, there is no logic to explain where those great balls of fire from the sky came from. Canon certainly never explained it.

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It was a very impressive great big ball of fire. The three Auditors looked up and regarded it with interest.

"Where is that big ball of fire coming from?" Ms. Pink wanted to know. "I did not see a combustible element."

"It seems to be coming from a low-oxygen environment," Ms. Cranberry added.

"This makes no sense," Ms. Red said, "There is no more up. It is Bending The Rules."

The fireball fizzled away anticlimactically before it managed to as much as sear a hair on their heads.

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That wasn't supposed to happen. There was always quakes and things burning and there was no disappearing.

They were starting to remind him of Ultimecia.

Which was why he pulled his gunblade from some random sword space that crazy Immortals named Amanda (really, out of THAT DRESS?!) could explain out and charged at the trio, fully intending to try and cut at least one of them down.

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In return, he just got three very curious-looking Auditors.

"The body feels apprehensive," Ms. Pink reported.

Ms. Red simply reached out and unravelled Seifer's existence straight into the Nothing. The body had had a feeling that that gunblade might do things to her dress, and she was starting to realise she was a little attached to it, too.