[action] training center

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Cid was, in all truth and honesty, not an usual visitor to the training center. He took no real pleasure from killing the monsters here, as it tended to only remind him of the brand he bore; Cid far preferred other methods of training, methods that didn't involve magic and the like.

And yet, here he was.

The original plan had been to come here to fight and get his mind off of things, but that had failed rather spectacularly. Sure, Cid had taken out all the Grats that he had come across, but now that he had a T-rexaur standing before him, he felt like doing little more than keeping it dazed. All excitement vanished after the beast succumbed, and it was just a matter recasting the spell when necessary after that. Cid idly tossed a few ruins at the beast before becoming bored of even that and casting doom on it.

He sighed heavily as the spell slowly but surely counted down. His mind was clearly elsewhere.]

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[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

[Before the countdown could end, though, the T-Rexuar's feet abruptly leave the ground. It takes a moment to see why, but as the beast describes a massive arc in the air, it's fairly obvious -- Jecht has grabbed its tail, and has whipped it through a 180 arc to smash it into the ground on the opposite side of him.]

[He dusts his hands off in satisfaction, picks up the sword he'd thrust into the ground, and then noticed Cid.]

Whoa! Thought that one was a little sleepy. Uh, didn't know it was yours...

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Cid watches the monster fly up and then crash back down the ground, his eyebrows rising slightly as he sees who was behind the sudden movement. Well, he shouldn't be surprised to find someone else here--it isn't exactly a private area after all.]

It's no trouble. [Cid offers Jecht a wan smile.] It was my fault for not fighting it in earnest.

[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

Well, they ain't exactly tough, I can't blame ya. Still, what's with the long face? Y'look like someone just kicked yer puppy.

[werepanther]

[Clearly, if he's not noticing the werepanther that comes from absolutely nowhere and punches the T-Rexaur in-between the eyes! It even falls to the ground before jumping back and roaring at its newest attacker.

Tom's not even breaking a sweat as he motions for the T-Rexaur to bring it. To Cid, he grins:] What's up? You don't look so hot.

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[At the sound of the T-Rexaur roaring, Cid reacts by automatically casting dazega again. It's only when he hears Tom's voice that he finally gets jolted out of his thoughts.]

Tom, what a surprise to see you here. I was... [He chuckles and shakes his head.] ...I was lost in thought. Apologies.

[werepanther]

Don't apologize to me! [He laughs, tilting his head at the T-Rexaur before jumping back towards Cid.] I'm more worried about you and the big guys.

But seriously. You sure you're okay?

sorry for repost; slight edit

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

[Sharpay doesn't come here often either, but she's wanted to get fitter for Homecoming, and the Training Center's a pretty good place to meet people she usually doesn't see to try and make them vote for her.

[When she sees a T-Rexaur, she blasts a Blizzaga at it before she notices that it's kind of just standing there, and so is the person whose kill she may be sniping.

[Huh. There's the competition for Homecoming, not paying attention to the GIANT DINOSAUR at all.]

Earth to Raines! [She waves a hand.]

It's a-okay! :)

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Cid notices the T-Rexaur getting hit by a blizzaga in a sort of distant kind of way--like he's watching a movie or something. At the sound of his name, though, he turns to look at Sharpay.]

Evans? [He gives her an apologetic smile.] Apologies. I was lost in my thoughts.

[hotpinkwhirlwind]

No need to apologize; I'd just hate to see a fellow SeeD get taken out by a training monster because he was distracted.

[Even Sharpay wouldn't stoop to taking out the competition... Though she shoots Cid a bit of a smile, she does keep a wary eye on the T-Rexaur.]

[waylights.livejournal.com]

[ There is a glowing woman coming to stand calmly close to Cid, looking up at the looming T-rexaur that is frozen in place. She has no intention of finishing it off for him; the training centers serves as a place she can backflip away from grat hordes to keep her edge, she's not interested in violence. ]

Impressive battle magic.

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Cid absently tears his gaze away from the T-Rexaur to see the... glowing woman. Well. That is certainly different and plenty new enough to get him to focus his attention on her.

He dips his head slightly in thanks.]

Impressive it may be, but it's something I'd rather not have. [A pause. He looks at her curiously.] I don't believe we've met before. Cid Raines.

[He extends his hand for a handshake. In the meantime, the beast in the background succumbs to doom and... falls over rather unceremoniously.]

[waylights.livejournal.com]

[ Elika sidesteps calmly, narrowly avoiding a great toppling T-rexaur head. The glow fades, and she accepts the handshake. Her grip is firm. ]

Elika. A pleasure, Mr. Raines. If I may...isn't battle magic more convenient to have than otherwise? [ She looks pointedly at the T-Rexaur. ] Considering the variety of our opponents.

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

You'd think a guy'd be a little more excited about taking down a giant lizard. You just look like someone trashed your house.

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

That may be the case, but--[Cid turns to look at the speaker, only to find... the janitor?

...Did janitors normally come into the training center to train?]

This is certainly a surprise.

[kissmydamask.livejournal.com]

[Only when they need to look after their princesses.

The Prince doffs an imaginary hat, glancing over at the T-rexaur just in case.]

I could say the same for you. Problem, Instructor?

[bahamutgal.livejournal.com]

Heh, if the beast was a little shorter, you'd both be eye-to-eye.

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[At the sound of a familiar voice, Cid turns to look at Fang. He offers her a small smile and shakes his head.]

Are you suggesting I have a staring contest with this beast?

[bahamutgal.livejournal.com]

Might be more interesting than lettin' it go to its doom, yeah.

[subjected]

[ Even as a PSICOM officer and having been trained as a SeeD, this one still isn't particularly stealthy. Perhaps that's part of the point, though, considering she definitely makes no effort to remain that way as she steps forward willfully, right into that imaginary ring that seems to exist around people who are training or fighting alone.

And no, she does not look like a happy camper- she's tired, stressed, angry... and he has already gotten to the monster she'd been planning on taking out herself. Considering the somewhat unwieldy-looking, large-caliber rifle she's carrying with her, this is probably obvious - you don't usually hunt grats with a weapon that would very likely outright tear apart two or more of the things in one shot. ]

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[The sound of movement and foliage rustling is loud enough that it catches Cid's attention, distracted or not. Of course, he's not expecting to see Claire appear there, toting a giant rifle no less; it seems strange to see her using anything other than her gunblade.

He throws another dazega on the beast before focusing his attention on her once more. His tone is painfully formal.]

Lieutenant.

[subjected]

[ It's a huge, hideously powerful weapon, but she certainly doesn't show any signs of finding it difficult to carry or anything. Once he's looking at her, she simply sets her feet and nods her head. ]

Sir.

[ Painfully formal right back at him, though it's probably odd that she's still clinging to it despite the clear distrust and perhaps even hate that's contained in her stare and body language.

Odder still that although she definitely recognizes that upper-level daze spell there, if there are any ways to recognize a doom spell, she doesn't know them-- something that's strikingly unusual if you think about it, considering what she's supposed to do. Killing fellow l'Cie would be a lot more simple if she herself had access to that... though obviously, it's not like she's aware of the fact herself.

... Aside from that single word, she says nothing else though, just standing there with her chin down, gaze alternating between man and monster. ]

[noneed2shave.livejournal.com]

[Rygdea had a lot on his mind these past few days. He decided it would be a good idea to get some exercise and blow off some steam and there was no better place for that than the Training Center.

Several defeated beasties later Rygdea decides it's time to head back. And then he spots Cid Raines facing down a T-Rexaur.

He approaches the man, slapping him on the back.]

Need a hand?

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Cid is visibly startled when Rygdea slaps him on the back, if that's any of sign of just exactly how distracted he is right now. He turns to regard the other for a moment before he looks away.]

Captain. I had not expected to see you here.

[He throws another dazega at the monster. There's no point in him hiding his abilities from Rygdea now, seeing as he'd clued the other in on his secret.]

I appreciate the offer, but it shall be dead soon enough.

[eiusumbra]

[Shadow is zipping around the training center, intent on beating his personal record. His human form is fast, but he needs to be at top speed if Sonic were to show up. Can't let that blue menace best him.

He skids to a stop in a half crouch upon seeing a familiar face. The T-Rexaur looks really worse for wear.]

'Just what is he doing? Or not doing.'

[After a brief moment, Shadow stands up straight before addressing the other.]

Cid.

yay for tagging at about the same time 8Db

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Cid turns his attention to the other, his gaze distracted before he finally focuses in. Black hair with red streaks? He honestly doesn't remember meeting anyone at the Garden with that sort of description, except...]

What a surprise to see you here.

[And looking like that, no less.]