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Characters: Seifer Almasy and Sorceress Ultimecia.
Progress: In progress.
Summary: Ultimecia pays her knight a visit.
Location: Galbadia Garden's training center.
Date: January – While they're still waiting on the rest of the FF8 crew to show.
Warnings: Mind-rape ahoy.

After his little encounter with Quistis, Seifer had ventured off to the training center in order to blow off a little steam. The creatures kept therein were hardly dangerous enough to be considered a vigorous workout, but being able to tear through fiends without regard for holding back in order to save face was surprisingly satisfying. No doubt this stemmed from the way he'd been told to parade around so that he might gain Squall's approval. Not surprisingly, Seifer found himself returning to the training center on a daily basis as a result, usually after lending a hand to the people of Wutai alongside Rinoa and Quistis.

Today had been no different. Already having worked up a light sweat from his series of endless encounters with fiends, Seifer was beginning to forget the fact that he was being made to jump through hoops. Apparently violence worked wonders for that sort of thing. As the last of the creatures he was currently facing went down, the blond youth paused to wipe his brow with the back of his sleeve. He could probably go another few hours or so. For the most part, the girls tended to leave him alone while he was in here--maybe because they actually understood his need to just let loose every now and then, as the anticipation built due to a seemingly endless wait to decide his fate.

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And for quite some time, he was left entirely alone, just as he wished. He could brood in private, rage at his foes, grumble about having to prove himself-

-only to have it interrupted in the last way he wanted.

A laugh, a familiar laugh that he could have just imagined passed through his mind. There were several seconds of silence after that, close to a full minute.

Then the voice actually spoke.

Feeling better, are we, boy?

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The laugh alone was enough to give him momentary pause, though Seifer couldn't be sure what had brought it on what with the way it left him like a fleeting thought. He ignored the chill that he felt at the back of his neck, and took up Hyperion again, ready to seek out the next group of fiends ... only to stop dead in his tracks when that familiar voice rang out in his mind.

"Not exactly the way I'd put it," mumbled mostly to himself as he turned to glance back at the area that he'd already covered. He knew that it was useless to try and pinpoint a location, but he seemed unable not to. Force of habit.

"I probably should have seen this coming."

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There was nothing around him, nothing that could be seen - or heard. The voice came directly into his mind, wasn't anything he could shut out, even if he tried.

Yes, but you didn't, did you, boy? I am most disappointed in you.

A sharp pain burst into his mind, brief and fleeting, but more than enough to show her displeasure.

You must not fail me again, or you will face the konsequences.

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That wasn't fun. However brief, it still hurt like a motherfucker--enough to cause him to nearly stagger forward as he reached up to grip at his head. Seifer really hadn't missed that. It took him a moment, but when he was sure another wasn't coming, he finally spoke up--though he was careful to keep from voicing his immediate thoughts. What could you possibly need me for? What is it you hope to accomplish here?

"I get it, you don't have to remind me."

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He was lucky she was too wrapped up in keeping this channel open to catch those thoughts; her powers were more limited here than she could possibly like. But she still had enough to reach into his mind with what felt like fingernails made of daggers and grab his full attention, nearly sending him to black out.

You are the Knight of the Sorceress of Time, and you will do as I say. And for now, do nothing. Nothing to show of my presence here, nothing to alert those kursed Legendary SeeDs. They will wither and die in their falling Garden when the time komes, and not before. Do not speak to anyone that I have come; make no indikations to anyone that you know I am here. But be prepared, be on guard. Wait. You will see what happens when the Sorceress rules - you will see. And then, my beloved boy, you shall be King under me.

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Yeah, that didn't feel so nice. His weapon clattered to the floor beside him as he fell to his knees, gloved hands pressed firmly to either side of his head as if to block out the unwanted sensation. Unfortunately, the pained groan that ripped from his throat wouldn't have sounded all that out of the ordinary for someone training against dangerous fiends, so even if Rinoa or Quistis had heard him, it was unlikely they'd feel the need to come investigate.

For all of her promises of the future, she sure had a funny way of showing her appreciation. Right now though, all Seifer could do was revel in the fact that he was no longer writhing in pain--though he was slow to push himself up into just a kneeling position for fear of more of the same, and even slower to actually speak up again.

"And what makes you think they won't execute me at the earliest opporunity? I'm sure Squall's just waiting for the chance to pay me back for what happened the last time."

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A laugh. And it wasn't a nice laugh.

Those fools? They will not kill you. They are too forgiving, too easily swayed by the pleas of klemency and understanding. You know how to akt - do not beg, but show repentance. That, more than anything, will keep you alive long past the time you think you shall be. And alive is what you should wish to be, my Knight.

The ghostly suggestion of fingers on his cheek.

You will rule with me, Sir Almasy. Do not let me down again.