[action, closed to Rygdea]

[animus-concisus.livejournal.com]

[He already knows this is going to be nothing short of awkward. Rygdea doesn't trust him, doesn't even seem to like him anymore; so much for friendship with the only person he has been able to consider a friend in a very long time. It's all based on a misunderstanding, at that. Yes, he did betray Rygdea, but not in the way he thinks he did. But it isn't as if he can just tell him the truth, even if it doesn't quite matter anymore. Apparently, he is dead in Rygdea's time as it is. Still, it is the principle of the matter.

Cid stands now at the aircab terminal in the Business District, where he had told his subordinate to meet him. He's never particularly cared to work on anything but his own work before, but what else does he have to do here now?]

text - recruiting here we go

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Attention all mechanics and scientists!

C'mon, here's gotta be more of ya out there than just me. I dunno about any of you but my world was decades of technology ahead of this place in a lot of ways. Now, I've been messing around with some things to get technology but spaceships ain't built in a day and it took more than one guy to do it. Who's up for a little brainstorming?

Phone call to Snow~

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[Decides to call Snow of all people whilst he's out in Lindblum. Why Snow? Well anyone else would see right through his question. Ring ring Snow, answer your damned phone.]