Contact the scientist before nine.
Make more contact with a man named "Jun".
Polish Hyperion.
Junction Ifrit.
Buy a vehicle.
Find out more about the Nexus.
Contact Fujin and Raijin.
See if anyone wants a temporary mercenary.

"-That'll be two-fifty kid."

A whistle from a passing car brought the young man out of his daze and soon he was fumbling through his jacket crevices for some spare change.

"Here, this is what I got."

"You're short ten cents."

"I know."

"Tch, I'll let you off this time kid. Looks like you've had a rough time here."

Seifer reached out to take the freshly warmed hot dog from the man before him, but before he could, the man grabbed his wrist.

"You won't survive in this town if you keep comin' up short."

"You don't have to remind me," the blond hissed and snagged his hand away from the elder male. "I know comin' up short isn't going to get my anywhere. I'm not a slacker, if that is what you're trying to say old man."

The elder man shook his head. "No, that isn't what I mean. What I mean is that there will people that will chew and screw you boy; you should be glad I'm a nice man."

Seifer's frown melted a bit.

"Tch, I suppose. Just don't treat me like I don't know what I'm doing."

"Then don't act like a smart ass."

Silence passed between the two men and a few more vehicles drove past. However, Seifer didn't seem to notice. His eyes were too fixated on the man before him. Finally, the younger of the two gave in and pulled his gaze to another passing vehicle.

"-you're from the Nexus."

Seifer turned his head quickly and eyed the graying man.

"What did you say?"

"You're from the Nexus; I've figured it out. The way you dress, the way you act, your accent, and the little knowledge you have of the American economic system; you're from the Nexus. Curiosity slays me though - where do you come from? Hail from? Whatever you call it?"

The Sorceress Knight was quiet for a while as his mind wrapped around what the other man had said. Was he really that obvious? Did he really not fit in with this crowd? He thought he had done pretty well, considering. But, here he was, being taught another lesson.

"I come from Balamb, I guess," Seifer huffed and leaned against the food stand. "I was supposed to be one of those students, but I had another dream, one that wasn't approved by the Garden Headmaster." He closed his eyes and slid his hand through his short, blond hair. As he did, though, he felt something warm poke him in the side. Opening his eyes quickly, he went to examine what it was that had hit him.

It was the old man poking him with the hot dog he ordered.

"Then I understand," the old Greek chuckled as Seifer humbly took the food from him. "You come back here whenever you need something. As long you tell me stories, I'll give you a free meal three times a week. That all right with you kid?"

Seifer sneered.

"Yeah, old man, that's fine with me."

To pay for rent, taxes and all that other bullshit I wasn't expecting on this trip, I needed to pick up a few jobs.

Note to self: don't talk to the scientist.

( The List. )