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[fatedefier]

[The speaker's voice is laced with a bit of annoyance, but much stronger than that is weariness. The rustling of trees' leaves being blown in the wind can be heard in the background.]

This must be a joke. Nothing but a cruel, extremely unusual joke from a being with a sadistic sense of humor. I am well acquainted with the fun of irony at this

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[rygdea]

[Rygdea was just minding his own business messing around with the journal here, until he heard this rather familiar voice. His jaw almost dropped once the message played. While the man didn't state his name, he stated several key terms that confirmed who he was. Unsure if he should even reply, Rygdea does so hesitantly.]

No way...

[He paused briefly before continuing.]

Cid, is that you?

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[rygdea]

The kitchen? Raines, I know that we've been livin' on the Lindblum for awhile, but really.

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[fatedefier]

...

[Glare.]

You go get it, then.

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[rygdea]

[Snickering as he left his room, Rygdea wandered around the apartment aimlessly. He searched high and low for a knife, and thankfully he found one within the kitchen.]

Tada!

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[fatedefier]

There. Happy now? Go fix your clothing so I can fix my own uniform.

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[rygdea]

Hey, you're the one couldn't find anything.

[He returned to his room with the knife, silently wondering just how to go about this.]

Hey, Cid. How big should the holes be? If I make 'em too large, I'll be walkin' around here looking raggedy.

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[fatedefier]

Figure out what works. I don't mean to ruin my uniform with anything but slits just big enough for these wings to go through.

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[rygdea]

[Deciding on that idea, Rygdea tries his hand at craving two slits on the back of the shirt. They weren't perfect at all, but good enough for his wings to fit through.]

Alright, this will do.

[He walks out to offer the knife to Cid.]

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[fatedefier]

[He took the knife, returning to the other room. Cutting his uniform was not something he wanted to do, but at this point, he had no choice. Cid took his time to alter the clothing. He measured his wings as best he could by reaching behind him, estimated their position as best he could, and very carefully carved slits into the back of his uniform.

When done, he changed into it, sighing in relief as he was able to get his wings through the slits. It felt a little strange, but he'd get used to it.

And then there was the cape...

He really didn't want to damage the garment, but he didn't have a choice. Carefully as well, he cut into the fabric before placing it onto himself, sliding his wings through the holes as he fastened the cape onto him.

There.

After sliding on his gloves as well, he made his way back into the living room, placing the knife upon the table.]

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[rygdea]

[Finally wearing something other than paper thin clothing, Rygdea looked rather comfortable now in his garbs. He given up on the idea of ever wearing the Cavalry uniform again. Rygdea wasn't going to waste an entire day trying to cut through leather and metal, so he chose to go casual. Not a bad choice at all considering red and black really looks good on him. A red shirt, black slacks, and boots; not a bad combination at all.

When he wandered into the living room, Rygdea couldn't contain his smirk once he spotted Cid. Old habits must die hard since the commander even slipped those signature white gloves back on.]

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[fatedefier]

[He wasn't about to comment on how the blue of his wings clashed with the rest of his outfit, as he didn't feel like having anything else thrown at him.]

Interesting. I doubt you mind not having to wear your uniform.

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[rygdea]

[If Rygdea could, he would cut the damn wings off, but whatever. He won't complain about them anymore for the day.]

You got that right. That thing is a tad uncomfortable.

[Smiling a little at Cid, he carelessly flops down on to the couch only to wince a moment later.]

Damn wings...

[He's complaining again.]

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[fatedefier]

It appears as if we have no choice but to get used to them. Try to be a little more cautious, really.

[No, he was not amused at Rygdea hurting himself.

Not at all.]

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[rygdea]

[He saw that smirk on Raines face, but he didn't feel like fussing about it. Instead, he shifted a little on the couch so he wouldn't be crushing his wings anymore.]

Yeah, yeah...

[He grumbled.]

What now? It seems we are stuck here indefinitely.

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[fatedefier]

[He took a seat as well, staring up at the ceiling.]

I don't know. This is nothing but a very nice looking prison, as it were.

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[rygdea]

[He glanced over at Cid when he sat down next to him.]

From what I last remembered, the dead don't revive in a prison. Graveyards, maybe, but prisons? Nope.