[action] training center

[focusedfate]

[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

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[nomark1or2]

[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]

[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]

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]

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]

Hmph. I hear that.

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

What's got yer goat, then?

[focusedfate]

Issues with time compression. Unexpected reunions.

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

[nomark1or2]

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]

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]

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]

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

You are quick to offer yourself up for a challenge.

[nomark1or2]

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]

[Jecht earns himself a chuckle with that comment.]

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

[nomark1or2]

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]

[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]

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

[focusedfate]

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

Another time, perhaps.