paixaorpg | Oh God Oh God We're All Gonna Die? [Completed]

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Oh God Oh God We're All Gonna Die? [Completed]

Character(s): Cid, Roxas, and anyone else who wants to join
Content: Cid and ~~his adopted son~~ Roxas are out getting medicine when Anti attacks.
Setting: The area near Cid's shop.
Time: Saturday Morning
Warnings: Alot of gore, most likely.

Goddamn kids. What did he look like a freakin' babysitter?

Ah-AhCHOO!

Cid glanced down at a sniffling Roxas, who had somehow managed to catch a rather nasty cold since he started working for the pilot four days ago. The old man was unfortunately out of medicine and had to go get some, but Roxas insisted he come along. He'd taken the medicine but it hadn't kicked in yet, and now the two were walking back to the store.

Sighing, Cid put his hand on the boy's shoulder, steadying the young 'uns gait as they continued walking. But as they neared the square that their shop was located, something seemed off.

The streets were usually crowded with people, especially at this hour--while it was early morning, it wasn't an obscene hour... He glanced around, raising an eyebrow as he noticed many of the shops were still marked as closed.

Then he heard the screaming.

He tightened his grip on Roxas's shoulder, pulling him closer and then opening a door to one of the shops. Cid pushed the boy in and stuck his head in the door, whispering fiercely, "Y'keep your skinny ass in here, y'hear? Don't come out until I tell you to, got it?"

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"Yeah!" he said with a grin. "Just a few days ago on the train. Right after I won the struggle battle. I beat Seifer's- I guess you don't remember that..."

Olette stared at the orb in her for a few moments, a tiny frown on her face. That irritating throb wouldn't leave her alone. It was very strange, but she remembered vaguely cheering for Roxas at the Struggle tournament... and Seifer getting beat up by Vivi. Yet, she also remembered Vivi getting beat up by Seifer. It was really quite strange, almost as though there were two different memories of the same event, and- that throb was really annoying.

"Yeah.... And you gave Hayner the red one and Pence the green one... right?" She looked back up at him for confirmation.

Rude looked behind him, scandalized, then at Reno. Since when did he crack one open in public? Reno was the one who was infamous for being charmingly crass - Rude kept his fouler side for drunken Turk outings and for moments of extreme boredom. "Wasn't me!" Rude interjected, almost a bit too defensively for his liking. Thankfully it directed the conversation away from his vested interest ... oh who was he kidding? It was a full-blown crush now - on Tifa Lockheart.

His attention directed to Cid, he raised a brow at both the man and Reno. "Aibou ... I think he's tryin' to tell us somethin'." Unless the old man had finally cracked and was tryin' to fly without onna his airships, someone wavin' like that usually meant something that needed to be addressed. Pronto.

Rikku was grabbed by the arm and was dragged into a store, along with the man from the alley way. She stumbled a little, after the arm that was dragging her disappeared.

"Hey~! Why ya yanking?!" Rikku said as soon as she turned around to see the man. The man was peeking cautiously out the window, by moving part of the screen at one of it's opposite ends. He didn't seem to be paying attention to her at all. She then quietly walked behind him and went right next to his opposite arm, the arm that was not pulling the screen from it's original state, and looked to the right and left.

"Whatcha lookin at?" She asked curiously looking out the window.

"Yeah.... And you gave Hayner the red one and Pence the green one... right?"

Roxas nodded. "Yeah, that's right." He smiled brightly. "See Olette? You do remember! I don't know why it's so hard for you though-"

He was cut off as Mr. Cid burst through the door with another person and slammed the door behind him. He looked back cautiously through the window.

"Mr. Cid!" he called out. "Mr. Cid! What's going on?"

Cid opened his mouth to answer the little blonde girl he'd dragged along, but was cut off by Roxas's exclamation.

"I'll be damned if I know what the hell's going on out there, kid," he muttered, scratching his head. "But there's a square fulla dead people and only one person out there with blood on their hands." He frowned, furrowing his brow. It wasn't... really Sora, was it?

"Yeah, that's right." He smiled brightly. "See Olette? You do remember! I don't know why it's so hard for you though-"

Olette couldn't help but smile back. His smile certainly was infectious.... She jumped and turned around quickly as the door opened and slammed shut. She only relaxed as she realized Roxas and this man knew each other.

"Whatcha lookin at?"

So Rikku was there too. Good. Olette had been feeling a bit guilty about running off on her.

"Mr. Cid! Mr. Cid! What's going on?"

"I'll be damned if I know what the hell's going on out there, kid," Olette grimaced. She'd never been fond of people with foul mouthes. "But there's a square fulla dead people and only one person out there with blood on their hands."

Olette made a face that could only be decribed as ' :O ' and squeaked. It had been a good idea not to look around that corner....

Rikku heard a voice coming from behind her and the man. ' Mr. Cid? ' she said to herself as she was turning around, 'that must be that man's name.... She turned around to see a blonde hair and blue eyed boy, and OLETTE!!

"OLETTE~!!" Rikku squealed as she ran towards her. "Are you hurt or anything?"

"I.... Uh...." Olette blinked a few times, pulled suddenly from her horrible mental pictures of what the massacre could possibly look like. "Oh! No, I'm fine. Sorry I ran off on you like that Rikku...." She grimaced slightly; she really did feel bad.

"Nah, it's ok at least I caught up withcha." Rikku said smiling.

"Who's that kid?" She said looking at the blonde haired kid with blue eyes.

((OOC: BHK~!! XDD))

"I'll be damned if I know what the hell's going on out there, kid," he muttered, scratching his head. "But there's a square fulla dead people and only one person out there with blood on their hands."

Roxas paled. So that was why Mr. Cid had kept him inside. Roxas was glad he had listened to the old man's order. He suddenly felt sick to his stomach and there was a slight ache in his head again. Roxas shook it off.

"You... you didn't recognize who it was did you?"

"Who's that kid?" he heard the girl with Olette ask. Roxas didn't know who she was. She must be a new friend of Olette's since she arrived in Paixao.

"I'm not a kid," he said. "My name is Roxas. I'm a friend of Olette's from, well, before."

"Yeah." Olette nodded to affirm Roxas' statement. "He's-... well... um..." ~~That friend I was telling you about that I totally forgot.~~ "... him." She hoped Rikku would get the hint; she didn't want to bring the fact that she'd forgotten him up again.

"You... you didn't recognize who it was, did you?"

Cid folded his arms and lowered his eyes, contemplating his answer. He was sure it was Sora--no one else he knew had hair like that. And the kid was just in the area the other day, too. But he didn't think now would be a good time to tell Roxas.

"...No, I didn't."

"Oh, so that's him...I see.."Rikku said trailing off. She was looking at Olette while she told Rikku who he was, and then turned her head to see Roxas.

"What every you say little man. By the way, I'm Rikku, I just met up with Olette, nice to meet ya." Rikku said as she gave a smile.

"...No, I didn't." Cid replied but for some reason Roxas didn't really believe him. There was something in his body language but Roxas wrote it off. If Mr. Cid knew who it was that didn't mean he knew. Mr. Cid had a whole life before coming here. Roxas only knew the people that came into the shop. He put it out of his mind.

"What every you say little man. By the way, I'm Rikku, I just met up with Olette, nice to meet ya."

Some how 'little man' seemed even more condescending to him but he didn't mind. Roxas smiled. "It's really nice to meet you too, Rikku! You know, Riku must be a popular name... I mean, I've met someone else named Riku too since I got here..."

"Really?" Rikku said, "Well,I just got here, to this place, so I didn't get to meet that many people yet...."

"My name is one of a kind, unless...how do they spell their name?" She asked with curiosity.

"Hey you! Uh...Mr. Cid, don't just stand there, what do we do now?" Rikku stated as she now was looking at the man.

((OOC: I made a typo...ToT I'm soo sorry~))

Cid sighed, rubbing a hand vigorously on the back of his head in thought. He folded his arms across his chest, frowning in thought as he tried to figure out what they should do.

"I s'pose all we can do is sit on our fatasses 'till th' guy finds it fit to leave," he sniffed, wiping at his nose with his thumb. "I kin only guess that won't be long, seein' how everyone in the area's dead."

Cid fought back a shiver, realizing the weight of his statement.

"When he does leave," Cid said quietly. "I'll start working on moving the bodies."

It made Reno blink in disinterest when Cid suddenly ran off to hoggle some blond bits - which looked HOT by the way, but as the foul stench only got stronger, it didn't feel like a nice time to ask the lass out.

"Yo, What the hell is that?" He asked again, annoyed and sniffing with a grimace as he paused and turned back to Rude. "You sure you didn't--?!"

Suddenly, the words just caught in the red-head's throat like a child marred of A.D.D. as this new angle allowed him to see beyond the block.

And ironically, Reno's question was answered.

"Oh holy shit....!"

"I s'pose all we can do is sit on our fatasses 'till th' guy finds it fit to leave. I kin only guess that won't be long, seein' how everyone in the area's dead."

Roxas shuddered involuntarily and felt even sicker. Something out there... His head pounded again but he ignored it. Something out there was affecting him almost the same way it had that day with Riku/Ansem. But it wasn't callingo out to him directly and it wasn't as strong. He ignored it. Having Olette there helped. She was familiar.

"When he does leave," Cid said quietly. "I'll start working on moving the bodies."

"Mr. Cid..." he started but wasn't sure what he really wanted to say. "You... you don't have to do that... Or... I mean... I... I can help..." He put on a determined face.

Cid smiled weakly, bringing a hand to the boy's head and ruffling the already-messy hair.

"I wouldn't make anyone but me do a shitty job like this one, kid," Cid said, putting his hand lightly on Roxas's shoulder and looking into those wide blue eyes. "Much less you, kiddo. I want you to sleep tonight without dreaming about what's out there."

There were very few things that made Reno stop talking, so Rude stared at his partner for a long while in confusion once the redhead's sentence broke off. Reno's swear brought him around (he knew Reno couldn't stay quiet for long), as he jerked his head over his shoulder to follow the line of Reno's vision.

For a moment he thought he was hallucinating, as he turned around slowly, suddenly finding it difficult to swallow. Well, the Turks were assassins and knee-breakers, and Rude was no stranger to violence. But this wasn't the type of thing one saw every day.

Rude pulled his sunglasses off slowly, perhaps as a gesture of respect to the bloody mess. A shiver ran through him, as he smoothed a gloved hand over the stubble on his head. Having a difficult time surveying the scene, Rude kept his eyes firmly on the ground, just at the edge of the carnage. "...aibou ... I think we gotta do somethin' about this."

Reno was beyond paying attention to his partner by now, wide blue eyes taking in the scene of genocide before them. "Holy shit..." He repeated, hands coming to fist strands of red hair in disbelief. "Holy shit!"

The Turks were indeed criminals, killers themselves, but this... It was a little much to take in, a grand difference in pool size compared to the little blood here and there that Reno saw everyday. This was a damn mass murder of thousands, even maybe a gazillion if he felt like trying to count the biggest chunks by fives - which he didn't, everything was dismembered, mutilated, and all over the place.

"Holy..." He began taking slow steps back, not making it too far before Rude's suggestion cut through him like a cold spear to the heart.

The Turk had to double take on his bald headed co-worker to shake off the shock, mouth opening a few to process exactly how to answer that before finally just giving up to shout in high pitched horror.

"What?! Do something about it?! YO, Rude, look at that--that--THAT!!"

Words were failing him as he shook his arms ahead of him like a mad iguana in seizure to gesture, too far gone to figure out a fancy way of putting it. 'That' said it all, really. There were no words for this disgusting scene, and quite frankly, just that alone chilled the hell out of Reno.

"Nononono, look," The red-head began, trying to steady his posture to better fake looking cool, calm, and collected. Breathe in, breathe out. You're good, you're sexy, you're hot Reno. "The only thing we are going to do, Rude, is get the hell out of here and report back to the boss, ok?"

That said, the grip on his rod tightened, eyes darting back to the small shop which the old fart and the blond had sought refuge in. With a confirming tilt of his chin to point, he revealed their first plan of action. "We'll borrow one of their devices to tap into where Boss is. And then,"

Turning his handsome face back to his comrade, Reno totally believed himself in having achieved looking perfectly relaxed and in charge of the situation by now; therefore felt confident enough to continue the rest with his trademark cocky smirk - never mind if it wavered at the corners.

"Stock up on some mighty weapons, yo, because I'm not letting whatever the shit did this take a bite out of me, got it?"

Well it was just a suggestion, no need to look like a rabid chocobo about to peck his eyes out. Rude's glasses came back on, and so did the collected calm demeanor of the Turk's quietest member. "I was just sayin', pard. I dunno ... I mean... yeah." Maybe Reno's idea was better. Whatever the two of them could do (especially without a lick of Materia or nary a Potion) wouldn't be enough to help one of the victims.

Rude shifted in his suit when his eyes involutarily flicked back to the massacre, his dark skin paling just a bit. "...y-yeah. Good idea." Reno's mentioning of stocking up on weapons made Rude shudder. He hadn't taken into account whatever had done this still being around, and compassionate streak or no, like hell he'd stick around out here in the open like this, grossly unprepared. The Turk thumbed a thick silver hoop in his earlobe briefly, as if sealing his resolve and finalizing his decision. "Yeah. Definetly. Let's get the hell outta here, partner."

Ah, those words were much better.

Keeping his walk cool and seemingly uncaring, Reno's head was actually screaming to focus and not look around himself suspiciously as if any kind of fucking barbarian clown would jump his ass on the whole Twelve meter walk to his target.

What shit was crazy enough to equip themselves with gigantic juice blender blades and cut the shit up out of people?! No fucking Tropicana out here man, that was just plain sick.

Reaching the shop's door, Reno mentally cursed as his grip seemed rushed and a little too hard, the door unexpectedly swinging open with a little too much speed and a second later, slammed its interior knob against the wall with a loud resonating BAM.

The red-head remained standing stupidly in the door frame for a moment, eyeing the four people inside with a strange rather lost sense of speech as if the door itself robbed it of him.

"Yo..."

Yea, Reno can pretend he intended that all along, and smirked as he regained his senses in cocky confidence, stepping inside in a sluggish uncaring step. "I'll be needing a journal now."

There we go, the bored posture with a slight tilt of his head, one hand holding the Electro rod over his shoulder as the other was held out for the expected device. So Badass.

Except for the door looking about to unhook off its hinges in back of him.

Tropicana is the name brand of tropical fruit juices incase anyone missed that. Their most popular specialty being Orange Juice. XD

Well, Reno's dashing entrance had almost carefully rearranged his partner's face. The back swing of the door as it bounced off the wall nearly sent it colliding with Rude's nose, the Turk just barely managing to get a hand between it and what would have been a bloody mess. "Naa, watch it, aibou!" Muttering and mumbling as he straightened his shades and his tie, Rude quickly gathered his composure, standing like the utterly cool Turk he was supposed to be.

The look would have been perfect had Rude's bronzed skin not still been that sickening pale shade, the sight of the bodies outside still vividly burned in his mind's eye.

Cid turned and faced the doorway when a pair of men in black suits burst through it, standing in front of the kids almost protectively and cracking his knuckles against his palm.

"Didn't your momma ever teach y'all to ask nicely when you want to borrow someone else's toy?" the pilot said, folding his arms across his chest. "'Sides, what the hell you need one for? You some sorta retard and lost it?"

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