[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.]

Comments

[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.

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

I've had much to think about of recent. [He gestures broadly at the area around them.] I had come here in hopes of taking my mind off of things.

[A chuckle.]

I do not think my plan is working all that well though.

[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

Hmph. I hear that.

[Oh yeah, he's more than a little bitter.]

What's got yer goat, then?

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

Issues with time compression. Unexpected reunions.

[Cid's not the type to expand on personal matters so easily.]

[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

Aaah, that kind of stuff. [Jecht nods as if he's an expert on it.] Ya can't let that stuff get ya down!

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

Ah... Right.

[A brief, small smile. Easier said than done, Jecht. Easier said than done.]

Yes, I suppose it's best not to dwell on such matters overly much. Nothing good will come of it, I'm sure.

[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

You're just sayin' that, aren't ya.

You want a challenge? Ya won't be mopin' when yer fightin' for your life!

[Grinning, he pats the crosspiece that forms the bottom of his sword's hilt.]

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Cid's eyes narrow slightly, but otherwise, his expression does not change]

You are quick to offer yourself up for a challenge.

[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

I can feel myself gettin' rusty! I might as well be swattin' a dog with a newspaper the way these things go down in one good hit!

[He jerks a thumb at the body behind him.]

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Jecht earns himself a chuckle with that comment.]

Somehow, I believe you are more interested in this than I am, Instructor.

[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

Aah, you were the one lookin' like ya got every problem in the world. Figured you'd feel better gettin' some of it all out.

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

[Another brief--albeit rather bitter--smile, but this time, Cid's gaze falls to the ground for a moment before turning to settle on Jecht once more.

I have my own reasons for not sparring with an individual at the moment, but you have my thanks for the offer all the same.

[nomark1or2.livejournal.com]

Woulda done me more good than you, probably, anyway. Still, if you got problems that need some help t'solve...

[focusedfate.livejournal.com]

I shall persevere one way or another, but I appreciate your concern.

Another time, perhaps.