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[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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[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.]

[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.]

[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?

[The battle charge is halted. Rygdea convinces himself it has nothing to do with habit and everything to do with reason. Even if Cid is right it only serves to tick Rygdea off even more.]

Are you kiddin' me?

[Of course he wasn't.]

Lead the way. You remember how to do that much, right?

[Cid's eyes narrow slightly, but he doesn't say anything. He brushes past the other, disappearing out of the lobby. His pace is quick as he all but marches down the path toward the exit.

He walks past the gates and turns sharply. Only when the front gates are some distance away does he come to a stop. Cid keeps his back turned on the other and remains silent.]

[You would think a nice, long walk would have calmed Rygdea down. You'd be wrong.

There is nothing honorable about attacking a man while his back is turned. Then again, in Rygdea's eyes, there was nothing honorable about Cid Raines either.

He makes a dash at Cid, intent on bringing him to the ground as hard as he can.]

[Cid anticipates when the other is about to slam in him; he's sparred enough times with Rygdea to have a feel for the man's actions. Even so, it's been so long that it still comes as a shock when it actually happens.

The breath gets knocked out of him, and Cid crashes to the ground. To his surprise though, Rygdea doesn't pin him down, so he just rolls onto his back and sits up, leaning on one hand as the other comes up to brush against his scratched up cheek.]

This is beyond apologies, isn't it?

[Now that was satisfying. It doesn't completely absolve Cid in Rygdea's mind, but it's a start.

Rygdea raises himself up on a knee, fists clenched. He thinks about punching Cid's lights out and leaving it at that but...]

An apology? You think that's gonna make everything square?

[...if there was a good reason for his ex-commander's actions then maybe Rygdea could start thinking about forgiveness.]

[Cid's voice is quiet when he speaks, and he looks away, as if unwilling to face the other.]

I never said anything of that nature. I know what I have done, and I am not proud of it. If hitting me will put your mind and heart at ease, I invite it.

I have little else to offer you to assuage your anger.

[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.]

[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.]

[There it is. He fist trembled. Rygdea had thought about this moment for a long time, ever since he heard Cid was made Primarch.]

Damn it, Raines!

[Rygdea swings for Cid's chin. If they're both stuck here then something like this was going to happen eventually. why not now?]

[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.]

[Cid's feels the connect and the blossom of pain that follows shortly after. He grimaces, and then tastes the tang of copper on his tongue. Lifting a hand to his lip, he ends up finding a spot of red on his glove.

He looks at Rygdea, his gaze steady.]

Go on, then.

[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?

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!]

[ 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. ]

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

Well, the reunion just keeps getting better and better!

Why'd you do it?

[Rygdea grabs Cid's collar, pulling him up to his eye level. His fist was cocked and ready for another crack to the chin. If Cid wasn't going to fess up then this would do just fine.]

[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?

[Cid's eyes leave Rygdea's face for a moment to look at his fist before refocusing.]

Leave? Or become the Primarch? Perhaps it is both you are curious about.

[He knows he's testing the other's temper here. Even so, it's hard--painfully hard--for Cid to let go of his secrets.]

[Had he been missed that much while he was gone? Nah. More than likely this was some kind of mix up but Rygdea figured it couldn't hurt to play along for a while.]

A message? Can you be trusted with this--[brings a finger to his temple.]--classified information, Miss...?

[ She pauses, blinking at this entirely unfamiliar guy with her brows drawing together. ]

Yes?

[ And she gives him another very quick look over, though really that only ends up making her warier. These last couple of months being mistaken so often for someone else hasn't been easy, that's for sure.

But finally turned towards him completely, the dark color and elaborate cut of her clothes are likely much more apparent-- mostly in that they practically scream 'PSICOM,' even if she's since forgone the glowing rank plates. ]

Reunion? Who else wound up here?

[For a moment the cheer drains from his face. What if he was here too? Rygdea quickly decides it's foolish to worry about it right now.]

Since I got here? Serah. Hope, Vanille, Sazh, Fang, Cid, Lightning, and -- okay, you'll never believe this, but another Lightning who works for PSICOM as a Sanctum l'cie.

[Seriously. Look in his eyes. Snow is not joking.]

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