Post by Seifer Applicant on Mar 27, 2008 18:32:23 GMT -5
Application for Seifer Almasy, here it goes. E-mail – barret_14@hotmail.co.uk
Choices
“Are you going to continue this Knight thing?”
“The Knight has retired. I guess you could call me a young revolutionary.”
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’ve always gotta be doing somethin’ BIG! I don’t wanna stop. I’m gonna keep on running!
I’ve made it this far…
I’m gonna make it to the end, to the goal!
There’s no way I’m sharing it with you!”
'That was my decision, still think I’m a puppet, eh Squall?'
How could be push forwards any longer, whatever he had, whatever he could of become had crumbled, but where did he have to go to return? He couldn’t stop now; his pride blocked that road to return to Balamb, to return to where he had a future. The blonde gunblade wielder fell to his knees; a grunt exited his lips as he stuck the blade into Pandora’s floor, to hold himself from completely collapsing. His other hand pressed flat out next to the blade, he could feel the warm metal color through his leather glove. Seifer panted, heavy breathes choking from his throat, gasping for air from the recent beating. Blood dribbled down the side of his face, and down on his torn trench coat. He looked up to Squall, and his group. They all looked down on him, he was right, they would never accept him back, it was over, he had to push on, and he had to reach his goal.
No longer able to hold his own weight, Seifer fell face first; his eyes closed as he felt the disgrace of failure ensnarl him. He failed to protect Edea every time they fought, how was he so weak? His hand clawed the floor and clench into a balled fist. Anger was overwhelming him.
“Its over Seifer, there’s nothing more you can do” His rival said, in his distant tone. Seifer shook his head, as Rinoa turned and ran, to appalled to look at him. The Knight jumped to his feet. He would push on, he would, he must; it was his only choice.
“It’s not over yet!” He roared, as a smirked crept over his arrogant lips. The Knight shot past them, pushing Squall and the chicken-wuss from his path. A misguided boy, Edea said when they first met, was she right? No, he wasn’t a boy; he is a man, a man who made his own choices, not a puppet to Edea, Adel, or Ultimecia. Seifer saw Rinoa up ahead, this was his chance using her to bring Adel back, he could serve Ulimecia once again. The arrogant soldier shot out and grabbed Rinoa’s arm, and clenched it tightly. She let out a yelp for Squall to help her, but it was pointless, no one could save her from Adel.
“Seifer…” Rinoa whimpered from behind Seifer’s blade, he glanced down to her; the clash was obvious on his expression, on what choice he should make.
“No more… please?” She asked, as she looked up at him.
“Rinoa…” Suddenly Squall charged from the rear, that bastard. He always thought he was better, but now, Seifer would fulfill his dream. He pushed Rinoa towards Adel, and the battle began. It was long, but to Seifer’s shock, Adel lost. Suddenly, Squall and his team disappeared, the time compression had begun.
The Knight fell to his knees; the wounds had taken their toll on him. Everything he had fought for had failed, his goal untouched, his friends abandoned him. It as clear, joining Edea was the wrong choice, the wrong road, the wrong path for him to follow. Being a sorceresses Knight was his romantic dream, or so believed. Perhaps Squall was right, perhaps he was merely a puppet, a dog feeding from its master’s hand for praise. He’d never admit it however; it was weakness to be that honest with others, hell, even yourself. For now, he had to worry about staying alive.
The emerald eyed teen ran his gloved hand over his blonde hair, as the sounds of footsteps echoed from the stairs leading to the chamber.
“LEAVE”
“Time to split, heavy stuff is goin’ down, ya know?”
Seifer glanced to the voices, to see Fujin and Rajin, waiting for him to come. Slowly, Seifer pushed himself to his feet, and gave his shoulders a light shrug, his hands raised to both sides.
“Thought you decided to leave?” Seifer said sarcastically, before he made his way over to them.
“FRIENDS” Fujin ordered in that soldier like voice of hers. “Like Fujin said, ya know? We yer posse, we ain’t gonna leave ya.”
“Touching” Seifer replied with a smirk. The compression grew, soon it would swallow everything. The trio looked on, and watched. The force of the compression shook his torn trench coat rapidly, the strands and rips flung around his legs. His hair shook manically, it was painful to see. But impossible to look away from.
“Looks like I screwed up, eh. Lets see what you can do now, Puberty boy. Rinoa.”
Choices
“Are you going to continue this Knight thing?”
“The Knight has retired. I guess you could call me a young revolutionary.”
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“I’ve always gotta be doing somethin’ BIG! I don’t wanna stop. I’m gonna keep on running!
I’ve made it this far…
I’m gonna make it to the end, to the goal!
There’s no way I’m sharing it with you!”
'That was my decision, still think I’m a puppet, eh Squall?'
How could be push forwards any longer, whatever he had, whatever he could of become had crumbled, but where did he have to go to return? He couldn’t stop now; his pride blocked that road to return to Balamb, to return to where he had a future. The blonde gunblade wielder fell to his knees; a grunt exited his lips as he stuck the blade into Pandora’s floor, to hold himself from completely collapsing. His other hand pressed flat out next to the blade, he could feel the warm metal color through his leather glove. Seifer panted, heavy breathes choking from his throat, gasping for air from the recent beating. Blood dribbled down the side of his face, and down on his torn trench coat. He looked up to Squall, and his group. They all looked down on him, he was right, they would never accept him back, it was over, he had to push on, and he had to reach his goal.
No longer able to hold his own weight, Seifer fell face first; his eyes closed as he felt the disgrace of failure ensnarl him. He failed to protect Edea every time they fought, how was he so weak? His hand clawed the floor and clench into a balled fist. Anger was overwhelming him.
“Its over Seifer, there’s nothing more you can do” His rival said, in his distant tone. Seifer shook his head, as Rinoa turned and ran, to appalled to look at him. The Knight jumped to his feet. He would push on, he would, he must; it was his only choice.
“It’s not over yet!” He roared, as a smirked crept over his arrogant lips. The Knight shot past them, pushing Squall and the chicken-wuss from his path. A misguided boy, Edea said when they first met, was she right? No, he wasn’t a boy; he is a man, a man who made his own choices, not a puppet to Edea, Adel, or Ultimecia. Seifer saw Rinoa up ahead, this was his chance using her to bring Adel back, he could serve Ulimecia once again. The arrogant soldier shot out and grabbed Rinoa’s arm, and clenched it tightly. She let out a yelp for Squall to help her, but it was pointless, no one could save her from Adel.
“Seifer…” Rinoa whimpered from behind Seifer’s blade, he glanced down to her; the clash was obvious on his expression, on what choice he should make.
“No more… please?” She asked, as she looked up at him.
“Rinoa…” Suddenly Squall charged from the rear, that bastard. He always thought he was better, but now, Seifer would fulfill his dream. He pushed Rinoa towards Adel, and the battle began. It was long, but to Seifer’s shock, Adel lost. Suddenly, Squall and his team disappeared, the time compression had begun.
The Knight fell to his knees; the wounds had taken their toll on him. Everything he had fought for had failed, his goal untouched, his friends abandoned him. It as clear, joining Edea was the wrong choice, the wrong road, the wrong path for him to follow. Being a sorceresses Knight was his romantic dream, or so believed. Perhaps Squall was right, perhaps he was merely a puppet, a dog feeding from its master’s hand for praise. He’d never admit it however; it was weakness to be that honest with others, hell, even yourself. For now, he had to worry about staying alive.
The emerald eyed teen ran his gloved hand over his blonde hair, as the sounds of footsteps echoed from the stairs leading to the chamber.
“LEAVE”
“Time to split, heavy stuff is goin’ down, ya know?”
Seifer glanced to the voices, to see Fujin and Rajin, waiting for him to come. Slowly, Seifer pushed himself to his feet, and gave his shoulders a light shrug, his hands raised to both sides.
“Thought you decided to leave?” Seifer said sarcastically, before he made his way over to them.
“FRIENDS” Fujin ordered in that soldier like voice of hers. “Like Fujin said, ya know? We yer posse, we ain’t gonna leave ya.”
“Touching” Seifer replied with a smirk. The compression grew, soon it would swallow everything. The trio looked on, and watched. The force of the compression shook his torn trench coat rapidly, the strands and rips flung around his legs. His hair shook manically, it was painful to see. But impossible to look away from.
“Looks like I screwed up, eh. Lets see what you can do now, Puberty boy. Rinoa.”