[ Now we're getting somewhere. This is some real intel that he can take back to Edea. And oh, is she gonna cream her pretty purple panties when Seifer pulls this card out.
The door fwishes open again, permitting a red-uniformed lieutenant soldier inside. Seifer's grinning like a fool, waving his gunblade around, gesticulating while he talks. ]
This cellβ You there! Take this down. On the double, asshole. Lazard, what? Repeat that name, bitch. 'Less you want me to hit you in your pretty little mouth again.
[ He meanders closer. Presses his elbow up against Rufus's throat. The soldier behind him advances too. Seifer is so caught up in pressing Rufus into the wall, he doesn't notice when the soldier meticulously uncaps a syringe, depresses the air within, and slams it into the side of his neck. Too late, Seifer starts flailing. The soldier knows enough of his physicality to get him down fast, away from the president, where his soaring fists can do no harm. They go down into a pile on the floor, struggling; Seifer is clearly stronger, brutish and forceful, but the soldier is agile and clever, uses all that against him to get him grinding his own jaw into the linoleum floor. ]
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[ Now we're getting somewhere. This is some real intel that he can take back to Edea. And oh, is she gonna cream her pretty purple panties when Seifer pulls this card out.
The door fwishes open again, permitting a red-uniformed lieutenant soldier inside. Seifer's grinning like a fool, waving his gunblade around, gesticulating while he talks. ]
This cellβ You there! Take this down. On the double, asshole. Lazard, what? Repeat that name, bitch. 'Less you want me to hit you in your pretty little mouth again.
[ He meanders closer. Presses his elbow up against Rufus's throat. The soldier behind him advances too. Seifer is so caught up in pressing Rufus into the wall, he doesn't notice when the soldier meticulously uncaps a syringe, depresses the air within, and slams it into the side of his neck. Too late, Seifer starts flailing. The soldier knows enough of his physicality to get him down fast, away from the president, where his soaring fists can do no harm. They go down into a pile on the floor, struggling; Seifer is clearly stronger, brutish and forceful, but the soldier is agile and clever, uses all that against him to get him grinding his own jaw into the linoleum floor. ]