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paixaorpg2008-03-02 06:07 pm
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Of the Past and Betrayals [complete]
Character(s): Cid Highwind
Content: After cleaning up his shop, Cid muses about the past.
Setting: Cid's Shop
Time: Late afternoon/early evening
Warnings: Cid
The problem with the past, Cid decided, was that it had an all-too-damned-unfortunate habit of showing up just when just when you would preferred it not to. Bad enough that he had to get himself (apparently) stuck in this strange as hell city, but did it have to be the godsdamned ShinRa who had showed up? The Turk... the Turk he could have maybe dealt with. Maybe. But Rufus fucking Shinra? No way in hell was he going to ever manage to deal well with that misbegotten son of a malboro.
And he'd probably insist on coming to that meeting too, damned his eyes. Or actually, that red-head of Turk would probably insist on bringing him. Which ... was not at all an encouraging thought. He'd had more than enough to do with the ShinRa to last him the rest of his natural life, spending Odin-knows-how-long with the man was not only likely to be overkill, but stress his rather limited patience to the breaking point and past - not something he was likely to want have happen in the presence of a man who was quite possibly both a)insane and b)still able to kill him without any weapons on hand. Yeah. This was gonna be fun. Provided that fun meant 'something to which letting Barret use him as target practice was not only preferable, but easier to deal with,' of course. Sadly, he couldn't exactly back out of it now. Which meant he'd just have to deal with the whole damned mess.
Not that he wanted to. Damned fucking ShinRa getting in the way of everything.
Content: After cleaning up his shop, Cid muses about the past.
Setting: Cid's Shop
Time: Late afternoon/early evening
Warnings: Cid
The problem with the past, Cid decided, was that it had an all-too-damned-unfortunate habit of showing up just when just when you would preferred it not to. Bad enough that he had to get himself (apparently) stuck in this strange as hell city, but did it have to be the godsdamned ShinRa who had showed up? The Turk... the Turk he could have maybe dealt with. Maybe. But Rufus fucking Shinra? No way in hell was he going to ever manage to deal well with that misbegotten son of a malboro.
And he'd probably insist on coming to that meeting too, damned his eyes. Or actually, that red-head of Turk would probably insist on bringing him. Which ... was not at all an encouraging thought. He'd had more than enough to do with the ShinRa to last him the rest of his natural life, spending Odin-knows-how-long with the man was not only likely to be overkill, but stress his rather limited patience to the breaking point and past - not something he was likely to want have happen in the presence of a man who was quite possibly both a)insane and b)still able to kill him without any weapons on hand. Yeah. This was gonna be fun. Provided that fun meant 'something to which letting Barret use him as target practice was not only preferable, but easier to deal with,' of course. Sadly, he couldn't exactly back out of it now. Which meant he'd just have to deal with the whole damned mess.
Not that he wanted to. Damned fucking ShinRa getting in the way of everything.