A Bit of Reclamation... [complete]

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Character(s): Cid and Kairi
Content: Cid reclaims his shop
Setting: Cid's shop [J7]
Time: not too long after this thread
Warnings: Cid


The rest of the trip to find this place that he apparently owned passed by in silence - or the Cid version thereof. Which is to say ... it wasn't exactly silent, as he kept up a steady grumble that was composed up of equal parts swear and latent bitterness. It didn't really mean much of anything - it was more to fill the silence than anything - but every now and then something comprehensible could picked out of it, usually something about the lack of a sky or the sheer weirdness of the place as a whole.

It wasn't until they arrived at the shop he was supposed to be reclaiming that he stopped - or rather until his journal chirped at him.

"Thought I told you to stay quiet," he grumbled at it before turning to Kairi. "This the place then?"

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All the random junk from the city compiled into one little shop - or that's what Kairi figured, anyway. It had to all go somewhere after all; one man's junk is another man's treasure, or however that saying goes. She had perched herself momentarily atop a barrel full of who-knows-what with a dusty and paint-chipped fishing rod, hooked onto the ring of a tarp not far from her.

She reeled up the corner of it, cringing slightly as the line squeaked - so maybe the girl was a bit mad in her own little way, but she blamed the boys for that - and then oooh'ed under her breath.

"See, now that's the sort of thing I'm talking about," or had been talking about, she thought. "Sure there's a real heaping of crap here... even clothes, snacks, but I think you might like this."

Kairi hopped off from her barrel and moved over to the tarp, unhooking the fish hook and placing the rod aside, then pulling back the tarp and grinning at Cid.

She had unveiled a decent broken and beaten engine of sorts. Cast away and forget here, most likely. Horribly rusted and probably beyond salvageable.

Well, she did forget to mention the trains now, didn't she? She's guessed that they've been under attack once before, surely it's happened more than once. Dead parts have to gone somewhere, after all... Or maybe she was just over-thinking things. She does, on occasion, do that. Hm. Well, she still found it interesting anyway, amongst what may as well been a merge between a thrift store and a bar.

Cid was always a strange man, no matter what version of him it was.

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"Well now, maybe there's some hope for this hellhole after all," Cid commented with a grin. After all, if there were engines that meant he might be able to make something actually halfway decent.

Not with this one though, she looked far too rusted to be trusted to anything without falling apart, but where there was one there was bound to be another. And besides, there might be a piece or three that he could salvage out of this one and put to good use elsewhere.

"Wonder where it came from though, 'cause I sure as hell ain't seen much in the way of motor vehicles around here."