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[noneed2shave.livejournal.com]

[Rygdea strolled through the lobby, nodding and smiling at the people he passed. He was just returning from his retreat in the wilderness and he certainly looked, and smelled, the part.

Most people might try to keep a low profile in such conditions. Not Rygdea. He didn't see any reason to be embarrassed, it's not like he wasn't going to wash up as soon as he dropped his things off at the dorm.

As nice as roughing it in the outdoors had been it was good to be back.]

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[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Cid is just passing through the lobby when he spots a very familiar face. Admittedly, it's one he hadn't been expecting to see ever again, but...

His first thought is to go meet his captain immediately, but then he remembers their last meeting, which had been far from pleasant. Still, he steels himself and walks over, only noting when he's nearer that Rygdea looks as if he's just spent quite a while out in the wilds.]

...Captain.

[There is little cheer in his voice. Cid owes the other man more than a few apologies.]

[noneed2shave.livejournal.com]

[Rygdea stopped dead in his tracks. There was no way he just heard what he thought he did. No doubt he was just tired and his mind was playing tricks on him, right?

He turned to face his hallucination.]

What the hell?

[Hallucination or not he wasn't going to pass this chance up. The rational thing to do would be to talk this out. Rygdea was anything but rational right now. He storms towards Cid, intent on body checking him into the nearest anything.]

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[It doesn't require years of friendship to know and understand why Rygdea's angry. On that same note, the other's actions right now aren't exactly all that difficult to read either. Smaller the other man may be, but it doesn't make his punches hurt any less--or in this case, the threat of being crushed into a wall by the other.

Cid takes a single step back and then stops.]

Do you really intend to do this here?

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

[Oh wow, what had he BEEN through?]

[Maria assumes it was something terribly impressive. And, as a proper student of the Garden Code, she stops and salutes as he approaches.]

[noneed2shave.livejournal.com]

[Well now! Isn't that polite? Rygdea wasn't the type to ignore something like that.

He returns the salute, hamming it up just a bit.]

Ma'am.

[And a smile for good measure.]

[gunblade-grrl.livejournal.com]

Sir! Does anyone need to be informed of your return? I can run a message if so!

[More and more she's convincing herself that his mission was ultraimportant and the very fate of... well, a minor town, rested on it!]

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

[Not far ahead, and easily visible, is one Snow. Quite unmistakeable, being the only man in existence taller than Cid Raines. Just... forgive him if he's lost in thought for the moment, and not jumping to the hello.]

[noneed2shave.livejournal.com]

[Now wait a minute. That fella sure looks familiar. Rygdea quickens his pace to catch up with the tall man and discovers that it's--]

Snow?

[haha-steelguard.livejournal.com]

[He turns, and at the sight of the other man, smiles.]

Well, the reunion just keeps getting better and better!

[subjected]

[ Claire doesn't really have much experience with the Guardian Corps in general, and even less so with the 'Cavalry.' As such, there's no reason why she should recognize a captain from the Lindblum's crew at first glance; all she thinks is that he's probably just a SeeD she's never met, and then quickly dismisses the thought as she keeps walking in the opposite direction- where she might have once been a bit more amiable in this situation, lately she's just not in the mood and has little interest in people who are in obvious need of a shower anyway.

So have a Lightning-but-not, who aside from the fact that she looks at him and then away very quickly, has a noticeably different set of clothing on and a lot less hair than you'd expect to help distinguish that... something is distinctly off over here. ]

[noneed2shave.livejournal.com]

[Rygdea must have been gone longer than he thought because he could have swore that girl who just passed was--no it couldn't be. She looked way too different now but just to be safe...

He backpedalled his way up to her.]

Farron? Is that you?

[dumpsterdives.livejournal.com]

[ Cigarette smoke is known for its odor, namely its ability to obliterate other odors in the air, and how tough it is to mask it. Today, however, despite her cigarette hanging not a few inches from her face, all Kiden can smell is the pungent aroma of a certain returning instructor. ]

The hell happened to you? [ Her voice carries to him as he passes, sounding strained. ] You smell like ass.

[ Salute? What? ]

[noneed2shave.livejournal.com]

[Ass? It couldn't be that ba--okay okay it was that bad. Rygdea just laughed it off.]

Just a little "me" time in the wilderness. Roughin' it, y'know?

[Brings that stink a few steps closer to her]

Is it really that bad, girly?

[whiplashings.livejournal.com]

[Having arrived to the current time after Rygdea, Quistis had never personally met the man; she did of course have his file as well as all the necessary paperwork for his leave of absence though, something she had to keep track of due to her position. She had just been walking through the lobby when the unique... smell caught her attention, and she had to keep herself from wrinkling her nose out of instinct as she turned to the source.

He looked clearly out of place compared to the rest of the cadets and instructors, and thus Quistis cautiously approached him.]

May I help you?

[noneed2shave.livejournal.com]

[It figures he'd run into everyone right now. Well, if they didn't mind the filth...]

Let's see...[he gestures to himself] could go for a shower.

[No really. He could.]

[brightens]

[ Smell, he definitely did. Vanille had been on her way out of the dorms when the eye-watering stench hit her, almost like walking straight into a brick wall. She knew it was probably rude... But she stopped in her tracks and pinched her nose, squeezing her eyes shut and waving her other hand in front of her as if that would help. ] Gross! That smells... Ah...

[ Peeking her eyes open, of course she spotted the culprit behind the smell, and, once she realized where it was coming from, the man walking her way, she dropped both of her hands to her sides and tried to scurry along... Mostly because now she definitely needed the fresh air. ]

[noneed2shave.livejournal.com]

[Finally! The dorms. Rygdea's pace was quickened now. He was long overdue for a shower and wasn't planning on stopping for anything until he saw a familiar looking girl scurry past.]

Hey!

[His greeting may be perceived by this girl as something entirely different but he was far too tired to bother worrying about that.]

[bahamutgal.livejournal.com]

What sorta mud pit have you been rollin' in, Rygdea?

[noneed2shave.livejournal.com]

Mud pits.

[Walking around as a human trash heap wasn't ideal but Rygdea has to smile at the sight of this familiar friend. He thinks about extending his hand but figures that is best saved for later.]

You caught me returnin' from a little wilderness retreat. You should give it a shot sometime.

[kat-asks-later.livejournal.com]

[Much to the chagrin of his hunter, Kitsune is following an absolutely wonderful scent. He's going to find it. He's going to roll in it. So he's running at top speed towards it, leaving Katsura far in the dust.

Except it's not a pile of dirty laundry or something, it's a person. Odd.]

Arf! [The fox sits up on his haunches and paws the air, giving Rydgea a funny look, before leaping to all fours and burying his muzzle in the worst part--the shoes/boots he's wearing. Kitsune snorts, and rolls on his back, a blissful expression on his face.

This is about the time the blood elf comes running up, bending over for a moment to catch her breath.]

Sorry, sorry if he bothered you!

[noneed2shave.livejournal.com]

[Talk about a warm welcome. At least someone didn't seem to mind the smell. It couldn't hurt to let the creature indulge itself a little more.]

No, no bother at all, lady. Just, uh...[He points to the creature at his boots.]...is he gonna be okay?

[fierybluebird]

Welcome back, eh.

[He assumes. Because that seems to be the standard SeeD badge of honor.]

[noneed2shave.livejournal.com]

Hey, thanks.

[He lifts a hand in greeting. Pay no mind to the branches and leaves that fall off him when he does so.]

[nvrstrikestwice.livejournal.com]

[Having been catching up on her training, Lightning's passing through the lobby just as Rygdea comes in, and she stops for a long moment to try and place the semi-familiar face. When she does, however, she shakes her head. Been a while.]

You're going to scare the cadets if you walk around like that.

[noneed2shave.livejournal.com]

[And here was another Lightning. Of course, this one looked a lot more like the original.]

Well well. If it isn't the other Farron. You'd think they'd be scared...

[Maybe the cadets couldn't smell or just couldn't help but be talkative. Whichever it was wasn't making things any easier for Rygdea.]