[When Gildarts woke up in the bay, he'd just chalked it up to a night of heavy drinking. After all, he could hold his liquor better than anyone in the guild. ...Except maybe Cana. Still, he decided that it was probably best to just return to the guild hall and see if Mira would fix him something for his hang over. He began wandering aimlessly before finding himself in Fayren, leaving man-sized holes in several buildings as he wandered. Eventually though, he did find himself walking through one of the guild hall's walls, stopping when FINALLY something familiar snapped him to his senses.]

...This looks like the place but...

( Some arrival exposition. )

[Eventually realising he's gone past the exact same area several times now, Lea drops onto a sidewalk bench and slouches back, staring up at the sky. Just his luck, it's looking like it'll probably rain soon.

He considers his videophone for a moment before thumbing it on to broadcast a video message.]

Yo!

[He waves at the screen.]

I know most of my questions can't be answered by anyone here, so I won't waste your time with those. What I do wanna know is, where can a guy get some ice cream?

[Priorities: He has them.]

And that applying for a job thing. What kind of—work, are we talking about here?

[Operating under the assumption that this might very well be part of his training, he won't presume he gets the luxury of a vacation. And if he seems circumspect with his work inquiry, his former 'employer' and profession can be fully blamed for it.]

Yaag opened his pale lavender eyes to gaze through blurred vision. He remembered his encounter in Eden and wondered if he managed to survive. That was impossible. He took a grenade at point blank range. There was no surviving that. Not with the wounds he had sustained on top of that. But he was breathing without pain.

His memories were intact. He didn't think he was cloned. Even the fal'Cie weren't capable of bringing back the dead so effortlessly and without some sort of suffering to carry with him. He groaned and sat up just as the capsule opened. His head pounded. Maybe it was possible.

He lifted his gloved hand to press the heel of his hand against his forehead with a groan. "Where am I?"

He looked around him and then down to notice the heavy necklace and the pamphlet. Thankfully, it was written in a language he could understand and read through it. He sat it aside and looked to his left to see another closed capsule next to him.