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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"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?"

Rikku started to worry that Cid was just aggravating the two men. They seemed pretty determined to get a journal in their hands. Was it that bad to just hand a journal to them? She tapped Cid on the shoulder and whispered to him, "Couldn't we just hand them one of our journals, and just get out of here? Olette and I are feeling a lil uneasy about this...Please?"

Rikku had to admit it she was pretty frightened, especially since one of them mentioned to use force. Now think about it, Rikku, randomly got to this mysterious place and doesn't know what was going on. In the beginning she just pretended it was a vacation and just relaxed and made a friend, but now it became something like a bad dream, dead bodies everywhere and being stuck in a shoe store, and at the same time, being threatened at just because some strangers want to use a journal. Now that sounds adventurous, but there were children here and she was not willing to sacrifice their safety, to have/stay in this adventure.

Rikku waited for Cid's response, but he didn't seem to say anything. She walked infront of Cid and looked from the bald man to the man with the red hair.

"Here, just use my journal." Rikku said handing the man her journal. "I'm sorry Cid, I just had to end this before someone got hurt....I hope you forgive me..."

Cid glanced at the girl, then snorted and looked away. Honestly, he didn't care one way or another about the journal, it was the principal of the thing! Kids nowadays didn't have no manners--what kinda moms were out there raisin' these monsters, anyway?

He didn't say anything to Rikku as she handed off her journal, but he didn't move, either. The last thing he needed was to let his guard down around these punks.

[OOC: Thank you for takin' initiative! Work was eating me alive ; ;]

Rude looked helpless for a minute at the glance Reno gave him, shrugging as if to say '...what?'. If they were gonna stand around and make idle threats all day nothin' really get done. And at the moment, Rude didn't feel like bustin' any heads over some little gadget they could get just by asking. Flies with honey and all that.

"It didn't ...er ..." Rude trailed off about blurting out that Reno's thinking with his southern head had gotten them both dunked and their journals wrecked (he'd really be in deep if he'd mentioned that). Instead he took the proffered journal with a muttered thanks, before immediately shoving it at Reno like the journal'd bite him.

"Here. You been here longer. So go crazy."

Rikku turned around and looked at Cid. To her it seemed as if he was disappointed and displeased. She just noticed it now that Cid kind of reminded her about her father, or maybe it was because their names are the same. She knew that she should have waited for him to answer her, but she didn't. Her faced was now facing the ground as she stood in front of him.

"I'm sorry...I should have waited for your response...But I don't regret what I did, I still think it was the right and best thing to do...All I can ask for is for your forgiveness..." Rikku said as she looked at Cid.

(Ooc:I'm glad I helped. ^__^)

The odd exchange between the girl and the old man just totally went ignored once Rude handed him the device, and like the bald Turk said, Reno did indeed go crazy.

"Oh hell nah.. Yo, Rude, President's here man!" The red-head blurted out after what seemed like fifteen minutes in a corner, typing away like a tard with several chuckles every now and then - hey, a guy always had time to flirt, yo.

Closing the gadget shut with a click, the Turk finally hopped off the store's check counter, taking a moment to uselessly straighten his disheveled suit - probably just to impress - before beginning to make his way to the door; smoothly, calculatingly, halting in short distance from the blonde before even making it, feigning remembrance.

"Oh! Riiiiiiight. Here little missy~ I surely would dine with you this fine evening, yo, but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do." Handing the device over with a wink, Reno then counted the seconds in his mind to linger his gaze with the other woman's, before adverting it back to Rude with a 'professional' cock of his head towards the door.

"We gotta jet, yo, President wants to see us."

Oh hell yes, smooth and fine in his business-like voice to impress the ladies. Damn he was hot, yo... ..Or well, until he was out the door.

Thankfully, no one saw that slight trip.

...Or did they.

[Omfg.. Sorry this took so long. D': It's half assed because I'm just DEAD TIRED OMFG. D': BUT YAY, THREAD CAN FINALLY CLOSE!]

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