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Mother #$%^!! [complete]
Characters: Cid, whoever else would like to join. =D
Content: Cid's entrance into the game, and his reaction to everything.
Setting: Hollow Bastion, followed by the Vanaheim area
Time: Evening
Warnings: Abuse of $#^&in' expletives.
Cid was a homely man, though he was not going to consciously admit it. He was also very attached to the friends he had made at Hollow Bastion, and when they disappeared from the castle one-by-one without any warning or notifying him, he became very alarmed. He knew he wasn't their babysitter or anything, but goddammit, you couldn't just up and run off without tellin' a poor old man, could you?
...Not that Cid was old or anything.
Aerith was the last to leave. He had waited a week for some sort of contact from any of the missing, but when no correspondence was recieved, Cid decided to take matters into his own hands.
Since their return to Hollow Bastion, Cid had been secretly building and tinkering with a gummi ship-like rocket in the underground chambers of the castle--Originally, he had had no intention of ever using it. Rockets were his life, and as they say, 'Idle hands do the devil's work'. Not that Cid ever believed in those stupid old adages, but it sure seemed like a convinient excuse to do some work around the place aside from household chores.
He had managed to move the rocket into the courtyard of the grounds (after the abuse of several 'working words', as he was fond of calling them) and upon making the final pre-launch check, fired up the engines and took off into the Final Frontier.
* * *
He awoke when a small alarm on the control board went off. Hastily rubbing sleep away from his eyes, he straightened up in his command chair and took a look at the annoying little thing before glancing out the cockpit window.
His jaw fell agape as he saw what had made the alarm go off--a giant warp hole was pulling him into it's mouth at an increasing amount of speed. Alarmed, he made a grab for the controls and tried to regain control of the vehicle. His attempts were in vain as he was violently sucked into the anamoly and he was slammed back into his chair.
The warp hole quickly disappeared and he let loose a terrified sqawk as he was hurled towards a small, glowing planet.
Only one thought crossed his mind before he blacked out.
Jesus and all that is holy, couldn't I have died without splattering my guts all over someone else's yard?
It seemed as though someone had heard his unvoiced cry, for he woke up in the slightly crushed cockpit of the Gummi Rocket, breathing and with no real injuries to speak of. After this fact had sunken in, he let out a loud whoop and kicked open the door of the ship, leaping out and dancing a minute before regaining his dignity and straightening up, making sure no one had seen his outburst of absurdity. What he saw, however, was a rather long line of people waiting to get inside of a large gate. Cid furrowed his brow and spat at the ground distastefully, chewing on his toothpick angrily.
"Of all the places to crash-land, it just had to be a #$^%in' amusement park."
He rubbed his neck and let loose an experated sigh before stepping into line and waiting his turn to be let into wherever-the-hell he was.
"Welcome to Paixao!" the strange-looking gatekeeper said unenthusiastically as Cid approached. "Name?"
"Now why the hell should I tell you tha--"
"Name," The gatekeeper said more forcefully, cutting him off. Cid snorted indignantly before mumbling "Cid Highwind" and swiping at his nose.
The gatekeeper squiggled down his name and handed him a small, pink box before motioning him through the gate. Cid took a few confused steps into the city before examining his little contraption a bit closer. A... diary?
He glanced around and saw that many of the other residents had similar things, but there was one obvious difference between his and theirs--the others' weren't pink. He wasn't a man to fly off the handleyes he was, but this was the last straw.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF BABY JESUS IS GOING ON HERE?!" he shouted angrily, earning a few stares from some passing strangers. "I wait in that goddamn line for over an HOUR before getting my sorry ass in this place, and now I have to carry around this $^&*ing GIRLY box?!" He gasped for air, furious at the fact he had dozed off in his ship, furious at the warp hole, furious at this planet for existing and, above all else, furious at the abomination of a pink diary he was just handed.
"And WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL THE GODDAMNED RIDES?!"
In a rage, he threw the little box to the ground. He grew even more angry when it didn't shatter to bits.
"$#&@ing thing won't even BREAK properly!!"
Content: Cid's entrance into the game, and his reaction to everything.
Setting: Hollow Bastion, followed by the Vanaheim area
Time: Evening
Warnings: Abuse of $#^&in' expletives.
Cid was a homely man, though he was not going to consciously admit it. He was also very attached to the friends he had made at Hollow Bastion, and when they disappeared from the castle one-by-one without any warning or notifying him, he became very alarmed. He knew he wasn't their babysitter or anything, but goddammit, you couldn't just up and run off without tellin' a poor old man, could you?
...Not that Cid was old or anything.
Aerith was the last to leave. He had waited a week for some sort of contact from any of the missing, but when no correspondence was recieved, Cid decided to take matters into his own hands.
Since their return to Hollow Bastion, Cid had been secretly building and tinkering with a gummi ship-like rocket in the underground chambers of the castle--Originally, he had had no intention of ever using it. Rockets were his life, and as they say, 'Idle hands do the devil's work'. Not that Cid ever believed in those stupid old adages, but it sure seemed like a convinient excuse to do some work around the place aside from household chores.
He had managed to move the rocket into the courtyard of the grounds (after the abuse of several 'working words', as he was fond of calling them) and upon making the final pre-launch check, fired up the engines and took off into the Final Frontier.
* * *
He awoke when a small alarm on the control board went off. Hastily rubbing sleep away from his eyes, he straightened up in his command chair and took a look at the annoying little thing before glancing out the cockpit window.
His jaw fell agape as he saw what had made the alarm go off--a giant warp hole was pulling him into it's mouth at an increasing amount of speed. Alarmed, he made a grab for the controls and tried to regain control of the vehicle. His attempts were in vain as he was violently sucked into the anamoly and he was slammed back into his chair.
The warp hole quickly disappeared and he let loose a terrified sqawk as he was hurled towards a small, glowing planet.
Only one thought crossed his mind before he blacked out.
Jesus and all that is holy, couldn't I have died without splattering my guts all over someone else's yard?
It seemed as though someone had heard his unvoiced cry, for he woke up in the slightly crushed cockpit of the Gummi Rocket, breathing and with no real injuries to speak of. After this fact had sunken in, he let out a loud whoop and kicked open the door of the ship, leaping out and dancing a minute before regaining his dignity and straightening up, making sure no one had seen his outburst of absurdity. What he saw, however, was a rather long line of people waiting to get inside of a large gate. Cid furrowed his brow and spat at the ground distastefully, chewing on his toothpick angrily.
"Of all the places to crash-land, it just had to be a #$^%in' amusement park."
He rubbed his neck and let loose an experated sigh before stepping into line and waiting his turn to be let into wherever-the-hell he was.
"Welcome to Paixao!" the strange-looking gatekeeper said unenthusiastically as Cid approached. "Name?"
"Now why the hell should I tell you tha--"
"Name," The gatekeeper said more forcefully, cutting him off. Cid snorted indignantly before mumbling "Cid Highwind" and swiping at his nose.
The gatekeeper squiggled down his name and handed him a small, pink box before motioning him through the gate. Cid took a few confused steps into the city before examining his little contraption a bit closer. A... diary?
He glanced around and saw that many of the other residents had similar things, but there was one obvious difference between his and theirs--the others' weren't pink. He wasn't a man to fly off the handle
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF BABY JESUS IS GOING ON HERE?!" he shouted angrily, earning a few stares from some passing strangers. "I wait in that goddamn line for over an HOUR before getting my sorry ass in this place, and now I have to carry around this $^&*ing GIRLY box?!" He gasped for air, furious at the fact he had dozed off in his ship, furious at the warp hole, furious at this planet for existing and, above all else, furious at the abomination of a pink diary he was just handed.
"And WHERE THE HELL ARE ALL THE GODDAMNED RIDES?!"
In a rage, he threw the little box to the ground. He grew even more angry when it didn't shatter to bits.
"$#&@ing thing won't even BREAK properly!!"