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In front of the dorms, Friday morning

When Squall left the dorm this morning, he found himself beset by a ~~random encounter~~ swarm of miniature Fastitocalons. Whatever.

He didn't leave the dorm WITHOUT his gunblade, except when he went to class, so he was prepared. A few slashes made short work of the monsters, and he found himself disappointed that it was over so quickly.

Unfortunately (or fortunately?), another swarm headed towards him at the same time that something cast Revive on all the KO'd monsters at his feet. Great. Just great.

He could be here all day.

And he wouldn't enjoy himself. At all. Nope.

[Open for anyone who wants to join the party! Don't worry, it's not limited to three people.]

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Rinoa had joined Squall's party! And was grayed out in a way to indicate that he couldn't get rid of her.

"Having fun?" she asked, amused by the sight of him slashing random flying things. She frowned at one of them. "Kind of small for Fastitocalons, aren't they?"

She held one arm out in front of her face, then swept it to the side. And one of the tiny Fastitocalons got fried by lightning. Very nice.

(no wings, despite the icon. I just don't have decent icons of her casting without wings.)

"No, I'm not 'having fun'," Squall grunted.

Yes, he was.

"Smaller means they're harder to hit, but easier to kill," he told her with a shrug. "Watch out, they auto-Revive somehow."

He mentally divided the fishes in half, and started only attacking the ones in his half. He just sort of assumed Rinoa would do the same. Regardless, he was glad to have her there. It was... fun.

Rinoa focused, carefully, and then a ring of diamonds glistened around her waist.

"You're just using the blade?" she asked. She could hit him with Triple, too, but it'd be a waste if he didn't intend to cast any magic.

In the meantime, she was going to crack her neck, pick out three of the fish on her side, and nail each with a Thundaga in turn.

"Magic means you don't have to worry about them dodging," she added.

"I like using my blade," Squall grumbled. And it was doing the job, wasn't it?

"Besides, I don't want to use up all my magic." Because those 100 Thundagas were just going to run out if he cast one or two of them.

Grudgingly, he lifted a hand to his forehead, and then thrust it out towards a fish, which promptly got fried by a lightning bolt.

"Happy?"

"Ecstatic," she said, her eyes dancing. "I wasn't complaining, silly. I was asking if you wanted Triple set on you, too."

Pity she couldn't restock his magic from hers. Hers seemed to be an infinite supply.

Which was why there was no problem with hitting three more fish with Thundaga. Actually, it was the same three fish. Stupid Auto-Revive.

"Why aren't you downtown?"

"If I wanted Triple, I would have cast it," Squall told her with a shrug. No, he wouldn't have. Triple was far more valuable for the way it made him stronger when he stockpiled it.

Her other topic of conversation caught his attention, though. "What's downtown?"

"My Triple doesn't run out," she noted. Trying not to look smug at that. Triple was hard to get your hands on, and not to be used lightly. "Haven't you checked your phone? Everyone's meeting up downtown. The reserves or the magic reserves or -- I think it's everyone."

She'd figured he was just being a loner.

Squall hit the next few fish while wielding his gunblade one-handed, because the other hand was busy digging his phone out of his pocket.

It was dead.

Squall shrugged and put it away again. "I'm not used to phones that aren't plugged into the wall," he pointed out. It was a thin excuse, but it was at least a valid one.

"I plug mine into the wall to charge it," she teased. "Come on. They're coordinating efforts or ... whatever you call it. Organizing a task force? You're the SeeD, not me."

Don't mind the light flicker in the air, and the small ring of diamonds appearing around Squall. He hadn't said that he didn't want Triple. She was counting that as good enough.

Squall frowned at her. "I said I didn't need Triple," he told her. That didn't stop him from using it to Thundaga three fish, though.

"Coordinating efforts sounds good," he decided. The swarm of fish in front of them wasn't getting smaller, and they might as well go join the group. "Let's go."

He killed another fish or two, and then set off towards downtown, just sort of expecting Rinoa to follow.

Which she did. You couldn't wait around for Squall to invite you, or even notice that you were coming along.

"Where do you think these things are coming from?" she asked, falling into step.

Oh, and hitting a couple more of those fish-things. It didn't require that much focus.

Squall looked up at the sky, but since it was the middle of the day the moon wasn't out, and he couldn't see how red it was.

Because all monsters originally came from the moon. Everyone knew that.

"Dunno," he answered with a shrug. "Maybe they're migrating."

"Migration makes it sound like something that happens regularly," she noted, "in which case everyone would be expecting it."

This whatever-it-was seemed to have caught everyone unawares. Even long-time residents.

Squall shrugged again. "Nothing on this island makes any sense."

"Good point," she said, lifting her shoulders. "So ... are you happy? That you get to fight monsters today?"

Some SeeDs got restless, without anything to fight.

"Some" in this case meaning "Seifer, who had all the patience of a toddler on speed."

Squall shrugged. "It's a nice change of pace, I guess."

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