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Character(s): Dr. Cid and Kid ~~hey that rhymes harhar~~
Content: Dr. Cid is searching for any material that he can use to make new rooks and Kid comes across him. He looks down at her until he hears about her particular ability and quickly has a change of heart...
Setting: The Glass Bonsai [G5], then heading towards Cid's Shop.
Time: Early morning
Warnings: Cid is insane? And plotting?

He supposed he couldn't be picky. But then, if he wasn't then there was more of a chance that his new creation would fall apart, isn't that right? Still, this store wasn't quite living up to his standards, even though he still had quite a lot of 'digging' to do through the odds and ends. He had found some workable equipment at the very least... enough that he could shape around a piece of manufacted nethicite.

Venat had informed him that the curious child had vanished. While there were apparent kidnappings going on (another child as one, but he figured that may as well been asking for trouble - what, did they offer her sweets), this was nothing of the sort. Perhaps she disappeared to where her loud friend had gone. No matter. Cid didn't need to do any babysitting, Venat's interest or not.

There was still chance that the place marked on the map called "Cid's Shop" could prove use to them... but the fact that it had his name in the title, and it was not his shop was mildly disturbing, and he had yet to take full interest in it.

"No, no, Venat. That will hardly do any good," he sighed, shaking his head at the odd shapes some scraps of metal had taken. "It is far too warped already. Certainly it will break."

Wonderful. He sighed. This was hardly going well at all. Did this city have anything of use to him? Or had that monster called 'Sin' that's been stomping around crush it all?

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Kid had been wandering about, filching bits of wealth from the pockets of the obviously rich (well, it was her job, and she had to make money somehow) when she had taken note of an interesting-looking store. "Glass Bonsai, huh? Sounds intrestin'..." Kid muttered to herself, strolling inside. She rarely stole from shops, but there might be something useful in here.

Upon entering, she noted the bespectacled man, muttering to himself and looking through what looked like spare parts. Having nothing else to do besides go back to stealing from the general populace, Kid walked up to him. "Oi, gramps," she greeted shamelessly, smiling at him. "What are ya doin'?" Maybe he needed help.

Gramps? Cid let out a long sigh in response to the girl's voice. Of course someone like her would be the sort to bother him from his work - couldn't he have someone of more... class? Intelligence, perhaps? He scowled and turned his attention over his shoulder to glare at the girl.

What was he doing? He was working. And she... she interrupted him.

Blast.

"Shopping," was his answer, the annoyance evident in his voice, if the rest of his composure hadn't given him away.

Kid laughed at the old man's annoyance. "Sorry," she laughed, not sounding it in the least; for some reason, she felt contrary today and his annoyance was amusing. "What're you shopping for?" And then she saw what he was holding and thought she understood.

"That one's no good," she stated suddenly, her bright blue eyes skimming over the table. From the looks of it, he was searching for mechanical parts, and Kid's hands swept carefully through the large pile on the table. She saw something that looked at least a little more sturdy. "Now, I dunno much about this sorta thing," she chuckled, offering the mechanism to the man, "but doesn't this one seem a bit better?" she toyed with it a little, listening to the clicking and whirring. "This one's a lot more sturdy lookin' than th' one yer holdin'."

((oh lordie Flight, sorry x.x Life is taking a bite out of my soul :| ))

She was... well, any child was considered a pest to him, really. The only one who made it into his standards was that Rika one, and only because she could see Venat. This one? No. Even if she did seem to have a good eye.

With a long sigh, he put down the piece he was holding and gave her a look. "Indeed, it may be more sturdy," he explained, "but they are all just wrong. This city has nothing of use..." he mumbled the last bit more to himself, while walking over to where Kid was and snatching the part from her hand, looking it over with the same disdain he had for the other.

Would anything he build out of this rubbish hold together?

"Ya know," Kid chuckled, still ignoring the old man's disdain, "there's gotta be a mechanical shop around this city somewhere." She thought to herself. "Better'n this place." She rummaged through the pile, her thief's eye picking out the valuable looking parts easily. She picked them up and held them out for the man to look at.

"An', ya know, I wouldn't say that it's got nothing of use," she smiled. "I've found some pretty interestin' things." She laughed to herself; it had been fun picking pockets today. "Anyway, me name's Kid. Who're you?"

"If you've noticed, this city is lacking on the mechanic side, other than the trains," he drawled. He stepped away and shook his head, his attention momentarily shifting to a space of air - empty to her eyes - besides him, muttering, "Oh yes, I know your opinion on that, but still, it's absurd."

He then shook his head and rolled his head back towards her. "Interesting does not make sturdy creations. They merely distract from a proper line of work." His eyes shifted again to his side, seeming to acknowledge something, but made no response.

"I am Doctor Cidolfus Demen Bunansa," he told her, and then after a moment, added with a small smirk, "Cid, for short."

Kid nodded - she had noticed. "Yeah, but I'm sure I've heard of one somewhere." She raised an eyebrow. "Who're you talkin' to?" she inquired curiously - perhaps he was conversing with a ghost.

Or perhaps he was insane. Kid didn't mind either way; she had come around some strange occurrences in her lifetime, not least men who spoke to empty air. "Not always," she pointed out, "things can be interestin' without bein' useless."

She grinned and stuck out her hand to shake his. "Quite a name you've got there!" She snapped her fingers all of a sudden, remembering. "That's it!" she exclaimed, pleased that she'd finally remembered. "Cid's shop is the place with th' parts!" She had never been there, but she had heard of it.

He didn't answer the girl's question. He merely gave her a silent look and then rolled his eyes. She merely didn't need to know, and that was that. If Cid cared what people said of him, he certainly never showed it. Or changed his ways.

Although Cid did admit, a bit begrudgingly, "There is some truth to that," and then he cringed a bit when she brought up that particular shop. It figured that it would be the one of any real use, just as Venat had mentioned. It was still bothersome, however.

"I was afraid so," he muttered, both to the girl, and Venat. He tossed down whatever scrap he was holding, back into the pile of assorted junk as he preferred to see it as. He turned away swiftly and headed for the door. Venat would tell him if the girl were to follow - he would hope against it, but he wasn't in a mood to throw her away from him.

Even if it was sounding appealing.

Crazy people didn't do that, as far as Kid knew. Crazy people just ranted at you about how they weren't crazy, or something similar. Kid had seen insane people in her life, had even travelled with them, but she hadn't minded. It was just the way they were, and if they hadn't cared and didn't cause any trouble about it, why should she?

Kid grinned at the man admitting, however begrudgingly, that she was right. It was kind of strange, how he shared even a nickname with that of the shop's owner - though Kid had never met him, she had also never heard the name before. "D'you own the shop?" she asked, trotting after him. "Or d'you need directions?"

As grouchy as the old man was, if he needed help, Kid wasn't about to leave him.

"I do not own that shop," he scowled in response. It was obvious that the topic put him into a foul mood, but he supposed that he needed to go to the shop eventually, and even if it wasn't himself that owned it, the girl mentioned that it had parts in it, so at least something that did have the name "Cid" attached to it wasn't utterly useless.

Hopefully.

He stood out in the street, no longer paying attention to the girl. He didn't see a use for her any longer. He cocked his head to the side and asked, "Which way?" - a question poised for Venat, however, the girl didn't know that.

Kid was at the old man's side when he asked the question, folding her arms and thinking. Where was it? She'd never been there, personally, but she wasn't about to walk away, so she whipped out her journal and took a look at the map. It was in the J7 area, not far from the Actua Are.

"This way," she answered cheerfully, putting the journal away and heading southeast, weaving expertly through the crowd. She looked over her shoulder, making sure Cid wouldn't get lost.

Cid turned a narrow glare to the girl the moment he was by his side and then bustling off into the crowd. That was hardly what he met. The question hadn't even been voiced to her. But Venat agreed on the girl's choice of direction and unfortunately for him, it was the only way to go. Perhaps he could get lost; he didn't need her to lead him, after all.

Still, even as he got through the crowd, he found her again. Begrudgingly he trailed behind her.

Kid shot the man a big grin as she noticed him following her, quickening the pace once she could be sure he wouldn't just get lost - it was quite a way to Cid's shop, after all. She slipped through the throngs of people, casting occasional glances over her shoulder to be sure the old man was okay.

"So," Kid stated, eyes fixed ahead, "Where're you from, anyway? I don't recall anyone dressin' much like you in my world." Maybe Termina, but half the people who lived there were useless fops, in Kid's opinion. "I've heard there are all sorts o' folk here from other worlds. I haven't heard o' this happening since the time-split in mine." She wondered, vaguely, if that was what happened here.

Despite the appeal to flat out ignoring her, he did begin to realize that she probably wouldn't stop talking, and only grow into an insistent pest. So instead of simply waiting for that to happen, he answered her. "Ivalice. A finer place than this one." And then she said something that caused him for the first time to look at her with a bit of curiosity and not annoyance.

"Time-split? And what is that?"

"Ivalice, eh?" Kid replied, trying out how the word sounded. "S'an odd name; I can't say I heard of it." It had to be from another world. So not only separate times existed, but worlds, as well. Kid couldn't say she was surprised at that, merely interested. At least she wouldn't be bored here, in theory.

She glanced back again, still striding along. "A time-split is what happens when someone goes into the past an' changes it," she answered. "The future the person who changed it came from remains th' same, but a new timeline is created, implementin' the change." She shrugged. "You'd be surprised t'learn how much of a difference a tiny change can make." But oh, she was glad that she had gone back in time and saved Serge - at least, she was until he had stabbed her. "But not many people can do it, y'see? It's a good thing, too, or else we'd have odd timelines all over th' place." As far as Kid knew, she was the only one who could do it, though she wasn't sure why.

Now that was certainly something fascinating. What one could do with such a power! Even Venat was as interested in he. Go back and change something to limit the Occuria from ever involving themselves with Ivalice... or so much else.

Something else in his attitude seem to change. He was seeming much less hostile...

"This city," he begun to explain, "seems to already bring in people from different times. Although no one does it on purpose - and if they have, then they're trapped, just as the rest of us." He glanced to the side towards Venat. He had a thoughtful expression on his face. "I wonder... do you know if anyone in this city has this ability you speak of?"

Kid bit her lip, staring at the ground as she continued on. "I can," she admitted quietly, "and I dunno anyone else." Best to err on the side of caution, however, even if her next words were kind of true. "I dunno how I can o it, or why... I just can." She didn't know what foolishness was causing her to say this, but she Was still a child, in her own way, and she was alone in a huge, sprawling place with no one she knew.

"I wonder how this place can reach through time," she wondered aloud. "And why we're all here. There must be some reason for it." They couldn't all be here uselessly, and Kid wasn't dead after all. What was going on?

He would have grinned if he could keep her from seeing. Oh, wasn't she a special one? He would have to rethink how he saw her... keep her close, keep her safe. Oh yes, Cidolfus would protect her - there had to be a way back to Ivalice, after all. And when that way was found? He would take her with him. How useful she would be! So much more than Ffamran ever was.

"A reason, yes, one that we must reveal!" he exclaimed with a bit of a laugh, although the laugh was more for the thoughts going through his head. Ffamran said that he had lost. That he had died. Well, now he had a plan B. Now he had her. Whether she liked it or not.

He gazed at her carefully, and lowered his voice. "For your own safety, you would do well to not mention that ability to others. If the Organization were to catch wind of it, they would surely snuff out your young existence."

He stopped walking for a moment and raised his head proudly, tilting it to one side. "But fear not. We will be sure to keep it under wraps, and keep you safe." For only a few moments, the shadowy form of Venat shimmered behind Dr. Cid's back, right besides him. Cid grinned and then Venat disappeared, but the grin did not fade.

And there it went. Kid's gut instincts were going off, ones that told her this man was dangerous, that he meant harm - but she couldn't help feeling sorry for him, somehow. He had the air of one who had lost many things, after all, and heavens knew Kid was well aware of how that felt. She would stay on her guard, but play along, for now.

"You don't happen to know why we're here, do you?" she asked cautiously, careful to not give anything away in her expression. She shrugged. "Yeah, yer right. Slipped." And what a slip it had been - she would have to be extra careful, ready to slip and lose herself among the crowd, should something happen.

She jumped a little when Venat came into her sight, and stared at the spot even after he disappeared. She knew he was talking to someone; he had been too sure of himself not to be. "What th' heck was that??"

He scowled a bit, still annoyed at being in this city in the first place, away from his plans, his projects... there was work to be done! And he couldn't do it here. "I do not. Someone must know something though... it's only a matter of finding that someone."

He continued off in the direction of the shop, gesturing through the air as he went on to explain about Venat. "An Occuria. In Ivalice, they're a race of meddling gods, intent on controlling the people of my world, like puppeteers. But that was Venat - a rebel from their ranks, one that shares the desire in righting Ivalice and freeing it from the chains of the Occurian council!" He spoke these words passionately, a glint in his eyes. His will would be realized. Ffamran was wrong.

Kid nodded. "Yeah, an' then I've got to--" she trailed off, remember Lucca, the orphanage... Lynx. He had to pay. Kid couldn't stay here for long; she had to give Serge a swift kick in the arse for what he did. But was that really Serge who had done it? His eyes, the way they looked - it couldn't have been him, could it?

"Occuria, huh? That's interestin'. We don't really have anything like that." Well, they kind of did, but Kid wasn't about to spill more than she (foolishly) already had. "Never heard o' anything like what you've got beside you, though."

Cid only gave her a short glance when she trailed off, and he didn't press. This ability of hers aside, he doubted anything she had to finish that sentence with would be of much interest to him. She was young; a child compared to him.

"Be glad that you do not. The majority of the race is a menace."

Kid felt a vague flash of gratitude when the older man didn't ask her about it; she wouldn't have recounted her past to someone she didn't even know anyway.

"Oh, yeah?" She looked at him, shrugging. "What do they do that's so bad?" Were they monsters? Gods that interfered with people's lives didn't sound good to her, at any rate. She'd rather live her own life.

((Remind me not to make promises. :D And Kid can just make a slip from him. I'm sure she can easily manage given her talents XD))

A look of disdain crossed his face. His focus shifted away from her as he gestured through the air, shaking his head every so often. "To have no control over your life, even if you think you might is a dreadful thing. That is what is so bad."

Although when it came to controlling people's lives... He would figure something out wit Kid. He was the only one that knew about her power, here. Or he should be, that is. That gave him an advantage...

Kid nodded. "I can understand that, mate," she replied, "And speaking of lives, I've got me own to take care of." If she was indeed still alive, at least. Having said that, however, Kid decided it was high time to take her leave of this strange old man. She fell back quietly in order to lose herself among the crowd.

Hopefully, it would be some time before she had to deal with him again - but one thing was certain; Kid would have to keep an ear out.

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