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Landon al Cid	The Academy training exercises were, in Landon's opinion, great fun. While he understood that a lot of people complained, bitched, and moaned to no end about the quality and quantity of work that was put upon them, for Landon, such discontent was alien. Those who complained were oft the children of, or the privileged friends of, the very wealthy and noble-blooded, who had never worked a day in their lives. Landon was an al Cid. From an early age, he pushed himself to be better than he was. And, while, certainly, he was a teenage boy, he was a teenage boy who generally exuded a maturity and sense of drive beyond what most of the other folks of the school held. He pushed himself, constantly, to be better than he was. He sought out new things to learn, new ways to push himself, new challenges to overcome, because that was the sort of person he was. Landon, therefore, showed up to the training exercise early, in his heavy Judge armor, cape and all. Were he someone else, someone less regal, less royal, there might be more open mockery of that cape, of that armor. But Landon wore it like a second skin, comfortable and authoritative. He was the sort of person who took charge not because he demanded it but because people listened to him. He's currently watching two of the younger classmen fighting. It's not the most exciting thing in the world, but it'll be his turn soon enough.
Cirra Constantine	Cirra Constantine is probably the source of at /least/ one quarter of that bitching and moaning. But she doesn't care, their would be much more wailing and gnashing of teeth if she hadn't reminded them about today. The /other/ Judge also wears a cape, though it is less regal then Landon's. Though she can often by found at the Prince's side, today she has the gall ot /sit next to him on the bleachers/. when she sits down, her gauntleted hand rests on top of Landon's. Girls nearby are producing 1.21 jiggawatts of jealousy MP. "Enjoying yourself?"
Landon al Cid	There is enough jealousy on both sides to power a small city. It's not like Cirra doesn't have her fair share of admirers. Landon either ignores it or is oblivious to it as Cirra sits down and puts her hand on his. He looks up at her and smiles. "I am, yes. It's a nice show this year. We have some promising talents amongst the younger classes, and the Academy continues to do very well for itself. It's a lovely day." "Are you?" He shifts a bit to accomodate her on the bleachers, armor clanging against the metal. "Thank you for the reminder, by the by. I might've missed it; I was busy practicing other things."
Cirra Constantine	Cirra either doesn't notice she gets male attention or she /pretends/ not to noticee. The Dark Knight Judge doesn't move her hand as Landon shifts. "There are some promising members of the Elemental class." "I've also been visiting the Extraverse. Speaking with these...Fleet Daughters. I think I can finally put them in context of our own point of view."
Landon al Cid	"Oh?" Landon isn't in a hurry to pull her hand away, apparently. The Prince looks at her for a long moment. "Are you making friends with those strange ship-girls, then? It's really odd, to think that such things exist out there in the Extraverse. It's bigger and wilder than we could ever have imagined." Landon was fond of saying that. It may have been true, but he was still fond of saying it. "So how do you put them in context? Or, well, I suppose first, what do you mean by that?"
Cirra Constantine	A girl looks at Cirra with narrowed eyes. It's hard to tell if Cirra ingores it, or drinks it up. "I found them strange." she muses. "They claim to be ships. Not people that are using equipment or spells. But the souls of ships themselves from something called the Pacific War." She hmns, "At first I had the same reaction I think most people would 'thats impossible'. And when you look at them they seem so...Hume." "But I think they're like Eidlons. They've been called or summed, but instead of by a person or summoner. They've been summoned by they're own task." "She leans slightly closer and whispers, "Or you could just call them ghosts."
Landon al Cid	Landon banks on 'drinks it up'. It's probably a safe gamble, too. "Yes, I remember them mentioning something to that degree. And I remember how Hume the one we met looked, though I scarce believed a ship could look so much like us." Landon rubs his chin with his free hand, the metal gauntlet touching smooth flesh. It didn't bother him even a little. It was, again, like a second skin to him. In truth he felt naked without the armor, like he was too fast, too light, as though he might go flying off into the sky at even a moment's motion. "So they're ghosts," Landon replies wryly, "I doubt the Divines would much appreciate being compared to young ladies. Perhaps Siren, but even then, I feel it may be a losing proposition." He nudges her gently with his armored elbow. "Did you find out anything else terribly interesting? I've been so wrapped-up in the, erm...the Coalition problem," Landon sighs, "I haven't had time to do much of anything lately. You're practically my eyes and ears out there right now."
Cirra Constantine	Cirra has very refined tastes. 'Quiet schadenfrued' seems to be one. "They aren't hume..." she shrugs. She offers LAndon a very soft smile. "Thats exactly why I go out like I do." "The Union seems to be telling truths with what they've been saying. And Murasame has been busy. I'm sure I've only seen the tip of the ice burg. But he's been making arms deals with a dry desolate world called the Nevade Wasteland."
Landon al Cid	"The 'Nevada Wasteland'," Landon repeats curiously, "I seem to remember something about that coming up, but I wasn't permitted to go on the trip. Radiation." He makes a face. "They felt it might be harmful to my ability to, erm." As if he remembered who he was talking to in that moment, Landon's face goes red, and he scratches his cheek with his gauntlet and abruptly looks away. "Erm, i-in any case, have you found any other worlds like ours yet? Or anything else that's so caught your interest? Something, you, erm...something you might take me to see?"
Cirra Constantine	Cirra raises an eyebrow at Landon's sudden bashfullness. Her smile grows a little wider. "I'm sure that on the day that would become relevant. You'll do just fine." "I've heard tales of worlds that run largely on magic like ours. But the information of worlds that are also floating plates is few and far between. Only 'Septerra' and couple worlds of scattered floating islands."
Landon al Cid	"Yes, I remember hearing about Septerra. I haven't heard about any floating island worlds, though. Is it like Bahamut, do you think? Just sky, and clouds, and land, as far as the eye can see?" Excitement creeps into his voice. "What a wild idea, to have no core at all! I can barely imagine the worlds that are nothing but core and dirt and rock! A world without a core...how would the islands know where to stop?" He laughs, drawing some more attention to them. "And you could only sail with airships! Imagine that, just, flitting through the sky, every which way! Imagine what sort of strange magic we could learn about there, or, or new machinery, or..." Landon trails off. He gets quiet again, lowering his voice. "...one day, I should like to believe that the rest of Galianda will be as excited by these things as I am, Cirra." "Are we doing the right thing? Are we...I mean, do you think we are? By opening the doors and fostering communication, I'd hoped we were leading to a bright future, but...are we?"
Cirra Constantine	Cirra sits back a little as Landon starts to get all excited about the prospects. he's such a little kid when he starts thinking of exploring wild new places and ideas. It makes Cirra smile, genuinely. "We can only make decisions in th moment. If there are consquences, we just have to deal with them." she pats his hand. "And I think your sense of adventure is infectious."
Landon al Cid	"Oh?" Landon leans over to her and grins, "Have I given you my sense of adventure? I haven't seen you smile in a long time - is the Extraverse exciting you the same way it does me?" Landon looks up at the sky. "The future is waiting for us in the most dynamic way imaginable, I suppose. I hope more of our people feel the same. Ramuh cannot be the only place where enlightenment and opportunity are springing if we are truly to enter a new era as Galiandans." "...father said," Landon adds after a long, quiet moment watching the Elemental classers spar, "That you're to be considered."
Cirra Constantine	"Perhaps." Cirra conceeds. "Though it is litterally on orders of your father that I scout out worlds for visitation." "You always have big dreams, Landon. Sometimes large, impractical dreams. But hey're good dreams to have." Then Landon says something she wasn't expecting. "...really?" she looks shrewd momentarily, as she cosniders the full range of what that means.
Landon al Cid	"I'm aware of your orders," Landon replies dryly. He was. It was something Rycharde kept him abreast of - not just Cirra's orders, but the Judges in general. He knew where they were supposed to be each day, where they had their best routes, where they were most comfortable and best-known on their patrols, and who they were assigned to protect at any given point. It was important, Rycharde often said, that the future Judgemaster learn not just how to be a Judge, but how to lead the Judges, and how to train future Judges. Landon leans forward, bringing his legs up to his chest. People have stopped looking at them now; the storm of jealousy and confusion has mostly simmered to a cool breeze, with most people focused on the fights or chatting with their friends. "I feel like...Cirra, I feel like if I don't have big dreams, I'm letting everyone down. I don't know that I'm allowed to have a little dream. Too many people....too many lives are riding on my shoulders, on my dreams." "I want to do right by them." He's quiet for a long moment before he nods. "Yes. He said that you were stubborn enough that it didn't really matter what he said, in the end, and that you were one of the most stubborn and convincing people he's ever known, so he might as well step out of the way and let nature take its course." "It's a change for him. I'm wondering if maybe you got through to him, or if something more important has his attention." Landon threads his fingers together and sighs. "I should be happy about this, and I am, but...the fact that he acquiesed so easily, after all those speeches about duty and responsibility...it has me worried, Cirra. Do you think everything's alright?"
Cirra Constantine	"Landon al Cid." Cirra looks at the Prince in question. "I know you better then half the students in this school know themselves." she crosses her arms. "If you did NOT have big dreams, with big wishes and hopes for everyone's betterment, you wouldn't make theking that your father know you're going to become one day. Now stop getting moody over it." Though when Landon voices his concerns about his father she lowers her arms. "Really..." She frowns and looks to the side with one hand ot ehr chin. "It's true, that isn't like him." she ponders on the problem. "...But I can't possibly think of a bad situation that would lessen his resolve to maintain the bloodlines rather then strengthen it."
Landon al Cid	"Nor I," Landon sighs, "It's strange, isn't it? Still, I suppose I shouldn't look too closely at a free chocobo." He pauses. "N-not," He clarifies, "That you are the free Chocobo, you understand, but rather that the situation is analogous to...erm..." Landon sighs. "Forget it." He offers her a distant smile a moment later. "I'll try to keep myself out of my own head. I think I do more damage to myself when I'm wrapped up in my thoughts than I do when I'm out on the field."
Cirra Constantine	Cirra gives Landon a cold, level look that boarders dangerously on disapproval. "You're adorable when you're stumbling." Cirra smiles slightly. "Speaking of which. They're calling your name."
Landon al Cid	Landon does not cringe before her cold stare. He's weathered that cold stare /many/ a time throughout his life, and he's probably one of the few people - besides, of course, his sisters and his parents - who can handle it. He waits it out with a small smile that quickly blossoms into a much larger one. "And you look very beautiful when you're angry," he teases as he stands and manifests the Judge Blade, "Yes, I heard. I'd best go give someone a personal tour of the ground." He hesitates, turning on the bleacher below the one they were sitting on. He looks at her for a long moment, quiet. "...if I didn't have you to support me," Landon murmurs, "I think I might have lost myself a long time ago." Then he heads down through the crowd towards the center ring, gauntleted fingers gripped tight around the handle of the crystalline magic sword.
Cirra Constantine	Watching Landon go, Cirra rests her chin in the palm of her hand. "I'll alaways be here to remind you of yourself." she smirks slightly, she is partly teasing him.