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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"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."

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?"

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

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?"

"No, Sorry..." The red-head cockily shot back with a snort, his weapon now being lowered to his own palm, tapping it lightly. "But she did say I could do whatever I wanted to do, yo, and be whoever I wanted to be if I wanted to,"

Reno grinned, looking over the other kids now - or whatever he could of them behind that sac of old - And that chick, daaaaamn that was some fine piece.

"All I had to do was put my mind to it. And now my mind wants a damn device, so hand one over, k?" That didn't sound too menacing... "And no one gets hurt, yo." He added, almost in after thought. There, better.

The comment of being a retard and losing his, however, was ignored with another snort.

Of course not, his was only thrown in a fountain, psh, old man thinking him, Reno, irresponsible and stupid. HA.

While hearing the conversation held by Cid and the other man, that came through the door, Rikku quietly and slowly turned around and was facing Roxas and Olette.

"What's going on? Do you guys know who those people are?" Rikku whispered to Roxas and Olette, and trying her best not to be loud.

"No idea." Olette whispered back, keeping an eye on these newcomers. She really didn't like the red-head's attitude; it was making her nervous. She especially didn't like the way he was looking at them. She gave an involuntary shiver and rubbed her arms, trying to warm them; the run to this place had warmed her up a bit, but now she was getting chilly again. "I'd keep an eye on him if I were you...."

The redhead's glances at the two little girls behind him was starting to piss off the old man. He cracked his other knuckles and folded his arms across his chest, taking a step towards the two intruders.

"Your momma done sounds like she's fulla shit, boy," Cid spat, wiping at his nose with his thumb. "And the only person who's gonna git hurt if'n they don't leave is gonna be you."

He hadn't brawled in a while. The pilot had to wonder briefly if maybe it wasn't a good idea to get in a fight without actually knowing his own strength.

Ah, well. This little shit looked scrawny enough to take.

Eh well, the chicks were getting freaked. Was there something on his face?

Never mind. Darting his gaze back to Cid as the man's approach caught his attention, Reno stayed firm, grin slightly departing as a fight just wasn't what he had planned for. "Yo, we're not going anywhere until I get a device, then we'll leave."

The man was old, a little zap of electricity here and there if need be and he'd fall over, right?

"I agree, we should be careful...." Rikku said glancing at the men that were on the opposite end of the room. "I hope Cid knows what he's doing..." She trailed off.

Agghh! What's going on?! Who are those people and why do they need a journal, don't they have their own? I want to ask, but I don't want to make a wrong move and make things worse...I really hope that in the end, things will be fine... Rikku's mind was racing, wondering what she should do or should not do.

"Yo, we're not going anywhere until I get a device, then we'll leave."

Cid fisted his hands, suddenly wishing he'd brought his lance. Of course, when y'were originally just going out to buy medicine for a kid that worked in your shop, you didn't exactly have the foresight to bring it--I mean, momma never told him about random genocides followed immediately by obnoxious redheads... he was currently trying to decide which was worse.

"Then I guess you're stayin' here a while, buddy," Cid said, spreading his stance a bit more. "'til I kick your skinny little ass out on the street, that is."

Rude sighed audibly, shoulders sagging. Scratching briefly at the corner of his eye, the Turk opened his arms slightly in a gesture of peace. "Naa, look Gramps, me an' aibou here don't want any trouble." ...well he didn't, at any rate. Reno was a whole other story. "We just wanna use onna them journal-things to get ahold a' Boss and the President."

He reluctantly withdrew the slim black journal from his suit pocket with two fingers, tipping it so that a fat bead of water escaped from the still-wet insides, running to the corner before dripping onto the ground. "Ours kinda had a ... a lil' accident." Luckily for him the tired glare he cast in Reno's direction was hidden. The question that had been needling his mind escaped, as he idly shook a few more droplets of water off of his defunct journal. "You don't happen t' know what went on out there, eh?" Rude jerked his head out the door. Sure he was an old coot, but what he presumed was the owner of the shop didn't look that senile. ... Then again, he'd been wrong before.

Cid's eyes narrowed at the rather derogatory nickname, and didn't move when the bald guy explained their situation. He almost felt like lettin' 'em borrow his journal, since Baldy had asked so nicely, but the behavior of the shorter punk in the suit discouraged him from doing so.

...Either that or he just didn't want them to see his bright pink journal.

"It ain't my fault that your journal pissed itself," he said, frowning. "And who's this President-boss-assface?"

Sometimes Rude was just a big oaf, and Reno could only wince, giving his partner a disgruntled 'why do you have to be so nice about it?' look. No reputation was ever kept when you were nice, and then people would start thinking you were an easy target to step on.

"Yeah. Something in the sort like that." All the while giving Rude a strained look.

After watching the droplet plop itself to the floor, the red-head's face seemed to contort yet again, as if in silent regret for pissing that one woman off and getting their journals wet in the first place. That chick had been wicked, yo, a hell of a fist.

However, the old fart's comment cut through the almost-painful reminiscing, and elicited yet another snort from Reno, eyes tracking back onto the man.

"None of your business. You going to hand it over now, or shall I take it by force yo?"

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