[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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No way...
[He paused briefly before continuing.]
Cid, is that you?
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[Oh, man. If Cid has a brand on his right hand, Rygdea was going to go ballistic.]
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There's a brand on your hand, isn't there?
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[He made a note to himself now. Hightail it out of there as soon as possible, and find a damn pair of gloves.]
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Fine. C'mon, let's find you some clothes.
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[At least Rygdea seemed to have dropped the matter for now. For that, he was grateful.]
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[He grumbled as he lead the way towards the shops nearby. They both were lucky that everything was free in Luceti or else they would be doomed to their current unflattering attire. Whoever thought it was a good idea to ditch people here half-naked is obviously a jackass.]
...[He stopped in front of a shop that caught his eye.]
Look at this.
[Rygdea gestures towards the window display.]
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[He glanced towards the window, then. Hopefully, they'd be able to find clothes soon. Gloves were a priority, but he wanted to have something to wear other than this pair of white pants.]
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One...
[The countdown initialized.]
Two...
[Cid didn't seem wary of anything until Rygdea yelled--]
THREE!
[TACKLE! This was a standard military tackle, any grunt can do this but it takes a little more effort to take down a man of Cid's height and size.]
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He wasn't even able to react before he was tackled to the ground.]
The hell are you---?!
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What interested him at the same time, though, was that his brand looked different. White, frozen over, just as Fang's was. ...Hm.]
Idiot.
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Liar!
[He hopped off Cid in a huff.]
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