Sephiroth: *follows Seferia out to the training field, folding his arms once he’s in the area. He glares at the others momentarily before lowering his head, standing near Seferia, not wanting to establish eye contact with anyone and receive glares or scornful looks*
*not terribly far away, a rather commonish feline is standing in the field, also awaiting deployment. His fur is white with patches of black containing lighter broken grey tabby marks – he is the definition of “mutt”. He is clad in makeshift homemade body armor and he is carrying a rather oversized grenade launcher. He glances around himself boredly, then stubs out a cigarette he was smoking* How much longer until the Princess gets here, eh? I’m so bored I could fall asleep.