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[lunarianlegacy]

[Like the last time his number was pulled for the draft, Ceodore is a big bundle of energetic activity. It's not all just in preparation for the fighting to come. He's trying to stay busy to avoid thinking about things like the latest experiment and his father's departure. Getting ready for tomorrow is an excellent distraction. Mostly.

He's already

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[eidolon_soul]

[Ceodore can find Rydia at home later in the afternoon. She actually spent a good deal of her morning in the battle dome as well, though had to cut it short for the sake of the Welcome Center. Just in case the draft was longer than she thought, the summoner wanted it well-stocked and organized.

At home she's all over the place, sorting out what they need and what they don't. The latter category is getting dumped in boxes to send to the item shop later.]

[lunarianlegacy]

What're you doing?

[If it's general cleaning, Ceodore's not going to object. He's just hoping it's not going to turn into a lecture about the chaotic mess his room happens to be.]

[eidolon_soul]

[Rydia avoids going into his room if at all possible, so he's safe from that lecture.]

Trying to tidy up, while I can. Did Selphie tell you about our idea?

[lunarianlegacy]

[Wise choice. It's like trying to navigate a mine field most of the time.]

No? What idea?

[heavenslament]

[Terra is staring at the console, trying to decide what scenario to put in when she glances up in time to see Ceodore return from his lunch break. She waves.]

Hello, Ceodore!

[lunarianlegacy]

[Waving back and he even perks up a little from his serious business face.]

Hey, Terra!

[heavenslament]

How are you doing? Trying to get in some training before tomorrow, too?

[lunarianlegacy]

Yeah. I wanted to test my aim against moving targets. I thought it might help with the shifters if I could hit them from a distance.

[falenandawn]

[And Ceodore might find him earlier then that.

Frey's in the battledome, taking on a few simulations of enemies from his home. Most notable? They're human, rather then monsters like usual. Soldiers in uniform and strangely dressed individuals, gender undeterminable by the masks on their faces.]

[lunarianlegacy]

[Yeah that's a little strange to Ceodore. Even though he's in the army and has done his fair share of fighting off possessed soldiers trying to kill him, people aren't his ideal choice of opponents to battle with. He holds back from jumping in for that reason, rather than worry that Frey might not like the interruption. His bud gets into any trouble though and all bets are off.]

[falenandawn]

[Frey's managing well. He's a bit rusty on fighting human opponents, but they're not preferred by any means. His fighting tactics are different, too- Clean and fast, dodging or block attacks then taking out opponents quickly and efficiently with hard hits to vital points or knocking them unconscious.

Suffice to say, preparing for the draft means getting back into a certain mindset.]

[lunarianlegacy]

[Ceodore watches and nods in approval. Frey's taking them down in an efficient way. Still, going to keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn't get hurt. Although he's wondering if Frey's got some sort of issue he's trying to work through or if it's just practicing for tomorrow.]

[cladinthedark]

[He'll eventually come across his uncle standing outside the battle dome in the late afternoon. Whether he's actually used it or not is a mystery.

Golbez turns his head when he hears footsteps and raises a hand in greeting.]

Ceodore, hello.

[lunarianlegacy]

Uncle!

[Somebody is happy to see you! Although now that he's thinking about it, Ceodore's not so sure he wants to fess up to what happened during the experiment after all.]

You ready for the draft?

[cladinthedark]

[Golbez is really not the right person to talk to about that anyway... Oh where is Rosa when we need her?]

Always. Which reminds me... [He pulls out a package of curatives from somewhere under his cape.] I thought you might need another of these.

[lunarianlegacy]

[Not here, unfortunately. Which is a sad thing.]

Thank you. [He accepts the package, but looks up at his uncle with a questioning look.] You don't need them?

[upontheplains]

[Lyn is at the barracks when he arrives, battering one of the targets into submission with a whirling barrage of attacks. She doesn't even notice him coming in.]

[lunarianlegacy]

[It's been a while since Ceodore first saw Lyn in action in the barracks, but she's no less impressive now than she was then. He lets out a low whistle, waiting until she's done to pipe up.]

Leave any for the rest of us?

[upontheplains]

[Having worked up quite a sweat by this point, she's breathing pretty heavily when she turns to greet him.]

From what I hear, you're going to be having plenty to deal with soon enough.

[lunarianlegacy]

Yeah, looks like it.

[Ceodore grins and offers her his canteen he brought with him.]