Leaning out over the railing of the balcony, Quistis let her golden hair
flow in the wind. It had been a while since she had last let her hair out,
just like it had been a while since she let herself remain idle for an
entire lazy Saturday afternoon. She usually pushed herself to mark
students' assignments or tests, or she read through all her class plans.
She always found something to do. When it actually came to the point where
she couldn't find anything academically related to occupy herself with,
she'd take a short walk down to the Training Centre and have a little 'fun'
taking down a T-Rexaur by herself.
A sigh escaped her pale pink lips. Quistis scowled at the blood red horizon, taking one last look at the sunset, before turning around and walking into her spacious dorm. The wind whipped into her room, causing the curtains to whisk out and envelope her. Growling, she pushed them back into place, and moved to close the balcony doors.
"Looks like it's gonna rain." Quistis muttered to herself as she closed the doors.
Thick storm clouds rolled over the horizon, blocking the sunset from view. She could almost feel the electricity in the air as Balamb Garden silently flew into the oncoming storm.
* * *
FLASH
BOOM
"Ugghhh. . ."
Quistis groaned as she was rudely awakened from the sudden flash of lightening and the following thunderclap that announced the arrival of the storm. It'd been extremely cloudy for hours, but the storm didn't start until now.
"Why now?"
It was in the middle of the night, and even though the next day was Sunday, Quistis still needed sleep. Not for beautifying purposes, of course, but to remain in her top-notch condition. Grumbling and cursing the sky under her breath, Quistis rolled over and burrowed deeper into her sheets, trying to cover her ears and ignoring the ear-shattering thunderclaps.
She had just about fallen asleep when she heard it. A cry for help, coming vaguely from the front foyer. Shaking her head and dismissing it as hallucinations that tended to come just before one dreamt, Quistis tried to go back to sleep, but was once again jolted awake by the cry for help. Reluctantly, she threw her sheets off of her body, and was completely awakened by the cold air rushing to greet her. Shivering, she groped around, trying to find a jacket of some sort to cover her prone body, but she could find none, so she had to settle for walking out in just her sleeping attire. She flung open her dorm door, to be greeted by a very sleepy Selphie.
"Ugghh, Quisty?"
Quistis couldn't help but smile when she saw Selphie. Her already overly curly hair was sticking up in all directions, giving the impression of someone who had had an extremely bad experience with super-hard hair gel.
"Yes Selphie?"
"What time is it?"
Quistis checked her watch.
"'Bout 2 in the morning."
Selphie groaned again.
"It's waaaayy too early for someone to have gotten in trouble in the Training Centre."
Quistis blinked.
"Um, Selph, what're you talking about?"
Selphie let out an enormous yawn and cutely rubbed her eyes before answering.
"Heard a call for help. Thought someone mighta gotten themselves in trouble with a T-Rexaur or somethin'."
As she said that, Selphie held up her nunchakus.
"Oh..."
Quistis could have slapped herself right then and there.
'How could I have been so stupid to have forgotten my Save the Queen?'
"So Quisty, where're you goin'?"
"I heard someone cry for help as well, but I think it was coming from the front foyer, I'm going to check it out."
Selphie mumbled something along the lines of agreement, but Quistis didn't quite catch it as they went their separate ways to investigate the aforementioned cry for help.
* * *
"Instructor Trepe!! Thank Hyne you came, you have to come, quick!"
Quistis blinked in surprise as a young entry level cadet rushed up to her and quickly dragged her towards the front doors. What greeted her did no less than take her breath away. Lying on the ground, in a puddle of water and blood, was a small cloaked figure. Quistis rushed up towards it, having wrenched her arm out of the death grip of the cadet, and promptly kneeled down and began to check for signs of life. A girl. It was a young girl of about 14 years of age, dressed in dark coloured pants and a white shirt, with a black trench coat enveloping her. However, the white shirt was almost completely dyed red from the blood seeping out of a large gash in the girl's torso, and the black trench coat was in a similar condition from a deep wound in her right leg.
"Oh Hyne. . ." Quistis heard the cadet whisper.
She immediately whipped around and said in a deadly calm commanding voice, "Cadet, go to the Infirmary and tell Dr. Kadowaki to prepare to treat a deeply wounded patient. Go!"
The cadet merely nodded and dashed off.
"Dear Hyne, please don't be dead."
Quistis gingerly lifted a finger to the girl's neck to check for a pulse, and immediately sighed in relief as she felt a very slight pulse jumping under her fingers.
"Guess you aren't dead after all."
Ignoring the fact that she was getting blood and grime all over her grey sweatpants and white tank top, Quistis hoisted the girl into her arms and headed towards the Infirmary.
* * *
Her head flopped around helplessly as someone ran, carry her towards an unknown destination. Groaning, she came to, and the first thing that greeted her eyes was what she thought was the incarnation of an angel.
* * *
Quistis immediately slowed to a jog and looked down at the girl. She saw her eyes flutter open and look up at her. The girl opened her mouth, trying to say something.
"Yes? What is it?" Quistis asked, prompting the girl to talk.
"Are you-" the girl started, but stopped abruptly as a coughing fit seized her.
Quistis set the girl down, propping her up against a wall.
"Are you an angel?" the girl finally asked.
Quistis blushed.
"No, my name is Quistis Trepe. You're in Balamb Garden right now, I'm an Instructor here."
The girl simply blinked before once again slipping into unconsciousness. Quistis cursed and picked the girl up again before sprinting towards the Infirmary.
A sigh escaped her pale pink lips. Quistis scowled at the blood red horizon, taking one last look at the sunset, before turning around and walking into her spacious dorm. The wind whipped into her room, causing the curtains to whisk out and envelope her. Growling, she pushed them back into place, and moved to close the balcony doors.
"Looks like it's gonna rain." Quistis muttered to herself as she closed the doors.
Thick storm clouds rolled over the horizon, blocking the sunset from view. She could almost feel the electricity in the air as Balamb Garden silently flew into the oncoming storm.
* * *
FLASH
BOOM
"Ugghhh. . ."
Quistis groaned as she was rudely awakened from the sudden flash of lightening and the following thunderclap that announced the arrival of the storm. It'd been extremely cloudy for hours, but the storm didn't start until now.
"Why now?"
It was in the middle of the night, and even though the next day was Sunday, Quistis still needed sleep. Not for beautifying purposes, of course, but to remain in her top-notch condition. Grumbling and cursing the sky under her breath, Quistis rolled over and burrowed deeper into her sheets, trying to cover her ears and ignoring the ear-shattering thunderclaps.
She had just about fallen asleep when she heard it. A cry for help, coming vaguely from the front foyer. Shaking her head and dismissing it as hallucinations that tended to come just before one dreamt, Quistis tried to go back to sleep, but was once again jolted awake by the cry for help. Reluctantly, she threw her sheets off of her body, and was completely awakened by the cold air rushing to greet her. Shivering, she groped around, trying to find a jacket of some sort to cover her prone body, but she could find none, so she had to settle for walking out in just her sleeping attire. She flung open her dorm door, to be greeted by a very sleepy Selphie.
"Ugghh, Quisty?"
Quistis couldn't help but smile when she saw Selphie. Her already overly curly hair was sticking up in all directions, giving the impression of someone who had had an extremely bad experience with super-hard hair gel.
"Yes Selphie?"
"What time is it?"
Quistis checked her watch.
"'Bout 2 in the morning."
Selphie groaned again.
"It's waaaayy too early for someone to have gotten in trouble in the Training Centre."
Quistis blinked.
"Um, Selph, what're you talking about?"
Selphie let out an enormous yawn and cutely rubbed her eyes before answering.
"Heard a call for help. Thought someone mighta gotten themselves in trouble with a T-Rexaur or somethin'."
As she said that, Selphie held up her nunchakus.
"Oh..."
Quistis could have slapped herself right then and there.
'How could I have been so stupid to have forgotten my Save the Queen?'
"So Quisty, where're you goin'?"
"I heard someone cry for help as well, but I think it was coming from the front foyer, I'm going to check it out."
Selphie mumbled something along the lines of agreement, but Quistis didn't quite catch it as they went their separate ways to investigate the aforementioned cry for help.
* * *
"Instructor Trepe!! Thank Hyne you came, you have to come, quick!"
Quistis blinked in surprise as a young entry level cadet rushed up to her and quickly dragged her towards the front doors. What greeted her did no less than take her breath away. Lying on the ground, in a puddle of water and blood, was a small cloaked figure. Quistis rushed up towards it, having wrenched her arm out of the death grip of the cadet, and promptly kneeled down and began to check for signs of life. A girl. It was a young girl of about 14 years of age, dressed in dark coloured pants and a white shirt, with a black trench coat enveloping her. However, the white shirt was almost completely dyed red from the blood seeping out of a large gash in the girl's torso, and the black trench coat was in a similar condition from a deep wound in her right leg.
"Oh Hyne. . ." Quistis heard the cadet whisper.
She immediately whipped around and said in a deadly calm commanding voice, "Cadet, go to the Infirmary and tell Dr. Kadowaki to prepare to treat a deeply wounded patient. Go!"
The cadet merely nodded and dashed off.
"Dear Hyne, please don't be dead."
Quistis gingerly lifted a finger to the girl's neck to check for a pulse, and immediately sighed in relief as she felt a very slight pulse jumping under her fingers.
"Guess you aren't dead after all."
Ignoring the fact that she was getting blood and grime all over her grey sweatpants and white tank top, Quistis hoisted the girl into her arms and headed towards the Infirmary.
* * *
Her head flopped around helplessly as someone ran, carry her towards an unknown destination. Groaning, she came to, and the first thing that greeted her eyes was what she thought was the incarnation of an angel.
* * *
Quistis immediately slowed to a jog and looked down at the girl. She saw her eyes flutter open and look up at her. The girl opened her mouth, trying to say something.
"Yes? What is it?" Quistis asked, prompting the girl to talk.
"Are you-" the girl started, but stopped abruptly as a coughing fit seized her.
Quistis set the girl down, propping her up against a wall.
"Are you an angel?" the girl finally asked.
Quistis blushed.
"No, my name is Quistis Trepe. You're in Balamb Garden right now, I'm an Instructor here."
The girl simply blinked before once again slipping into unconsciousness. Quistis cursed and picked the girl up again before sprinting towards the Infirmary.