itp: training

[tsktsk_urgod]

[This fine morning, amidst all of the fit and probably steroid abusing strong men, or women!, of camp keeping up on their ridiculously over-the-top training, there is a little girl jogging around camp. She's keeping to herself, but glancing at the various sights in camp she passes as people going about their routines in camp and occasionally

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[high_winded]

[Cid is sitting out in front of the wreckage of the Shera, with a collection of spears sitting out in front of him. he takes an especially wicked-looking one and starts unscrewing the pointy bit at the top.]

[tsktsk_urgod]

[. . . w-working her way around, not getting close]

[high_winded]

[what, you don't like pointy objects? 8D mutters as he pulls the first one off and throws it into a pile behind him]

[tsktsk_urgod]

[i know better than to lecture the man with spears over not throwing pointy things, skittering a bit at the tossing anyway]

[high_winded]

[peers over at her]

Hey now! Don't be scared, kid. I got a real good aim.

[tsktsk_urgod]

[disbelieving glance]

[high_winded]

An' anyhow, it don't take good aim t'keep from hittin' one little kid like you.

[starts unscrewing the next one]

[tsktsk_urgod]

Because I'm a small target.

[high_winded]

Yep! S'what I was gettin' at.

[tsktsk_urgod]

. . .

[high_winded]

You gonna stand there an' stare all day, or you gonna sit down, kid?

[tsktsk_urgod]

. . .

[going to start jogging again then]

[high_winded]

Or that too.

[tosses another spearhead back in the pile]

[touch_fayth]

*Traipsing up onna chocobo* What's up?

[high_winded]

[whut. blinks at the chocobo.]

Damn! I ain't seen one'a those in a while. That one yours?

[touch_fayth]

Nah, I borrowed him from Cloud's stable.