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Shopping! [closed]

Characters: Cid, Roxas, Gene, whoever else would like to choose to participate
Content: Cid opens his shop and meets his new employees
Setting: Cid's Shop, across the street from the center branch of the Actua Are
Time: Wednesday night
Warnings: None!

It had taken him two whole days to clean the place up and get it to his liking, but he was finally done and ready for business. He stood in the doorway of the shop, looking over all his hard work, and gave an approving nod. Not a bad job, if he did say so himself.

He had kept alot of the original furniture that was there when he got it, but he had rearranged it and found a few old rugs in the back to lay on the hardwood floors. There was a rather large fireplace that he had moved the couch in front of... he thought it was a good idea, since Paixao was rather cold, and his customers (or those damn friends of his) could come in and warm up.

Oh. He'd forgotten to start it. Might as well do that now. The sun was setting and it had been freezing all day. He hadn't worn his sweatshirt once, though. He's gotta keep up his manly image, and a little cold never hurt anybody!

Well, maybe it did...

It had seemed to Cid that the store had been a pawn shop before he got his hands on it, so there was a great number of different things avalible for him to sell, or to modify. Everything was going so well.

Now he just had to wait until someone threw a wrench in the works.

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Yaten pulled his brooch out, microphone on the edge of appearing. Instead, Yaten sank to the floor. "VINCENT VALENTINE." Yaten was yelling. With force behind it. "If you do not cut that out, I will HIT YOU." Yaten groaned. Vincent's anger? It was making his head hurt.

He bristled at Cid. "...Vincent." Yaten's tone was insistent as he tried to hop over to the much taller male. "Let's go." All that anger was starting to make Yaten seriously ill, and he looked it. "Now."

Cid glanced over momentarily at the shorter boy that the monster-like man had brought with him before looking back at the red-eyed man.

"Y'best listen to what your little friend says, boy."

Vincent had put a handgun, cocked and loaded, underneath Cid's chin at exactly the same moment, breathing angrily through clenched teeth. "Get that thing out of my face and I'll leave," he said, looking at Cid from under his mess of black hair.

Yaten was the only thing keeping him from hitting his limit and tearing every living thing in the room to shreds. But he wouldn't back down for the man with the weapon under his chin. There was no way any Turk would ever back down from a threat.

Hojo was doing his very best to look inconspicuous at this point. Hopefully this would all blow over without him having to actually do anything. Whoever this person was, he looked like he could do some serious damage with that bizarre claw of his. Who the hell wears a claw, anyway?

He frowned, moving to slip behind the counter. The added barrier was a comfort.

Yaten narrowed his eyes, brooch out and at chest level. "Vincent, no," Yaten growled. "Or I swear to the gods." Yaten was shaking. His empathy was being overloaded, if such a thing were possible. He was red in the face with anger, and he was sick of it. "And I'm not little!"

Yaten hopped backwards a bit. He didn't want to, but, gods. "Healer Star Power, MAKE UP!" And then, in a flash of swirly blue and pink lights, Yaten had transformed.

Healer was careful not to bear weight on her injured foot, hands curling into fists. "Vincent, put the gun away." Her transformation was a threat- she was angry, thanks to Vincent, and terrified of his anger. She wouldn't run away from this fight, though. Not like she did from Kinmokusei.

Cid swallowed hard against the mouth of the pistol that was shoved up under his jaw. Well, he'd never quite found himself in a situation like this before.

Yet, despite the obvious threat to his life, he just couldn't allow himself to be topped by the troublemaking devil that had decided to step into his humble little shop.

"Look," he said quietly, his pride getting the better of him. "We'll lower our weapons at the count of three, okay? These kids don't need to see this."

Hopefully his opponent would agree.

...Wait, did the white-haired guy just turn into a girl? Hojo blinked, somewhat stupidly, then shook his head and rubbed his eyes with his finger and thumb. This place was far too strange.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Yaten doing his transformation thing, and knew that the girl would just end up hurting her foot even more. Even though he was still incredibly pissed off, Vincent nodded his head slightly.

"Fine." And on three, Vincent would pull his gun away, and step backward.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Chaos roared from inside. It hurt Vincent's head the way the demon's voice echoed yet no one else could hear it. "KILL THOSE BASTARDS!"

Falling to one knee, Vincent's gun bounced off the floor, and went off in a random direction.

Cid couldn't deny the fact that he was startled when he saw the gun drop to the ground along with the man. He could deny that he screamed like a girl when he heard the gunshot go off. He leapt away and dropped his harpoon, backing away from the vampiric man as he gasped for air.

"What... what the hell?"

Hojo, really, wasn't much better off. At the sound of the shot he'd ducked behind the counter, trying to remind himself that it was, biologically speaking, physically impossible for his heart to hammer its way out of his ribcage.

Healer yelped, covering her ears. "Gods!" She hopped over to Vincent, looking worried. "V-Vincent?" she asked, hitting the floor hard. She winced at her foot.

Gods, what's wrong...

Quickly picking up the pistol, Vincent got up to his feet, holding his hand against his head, trying to ignore Chaos' angry yells. He would kill Hojo, that much was certain, but right now he would allow the horrible man to live. No need to hurt innocents if he didn't need to.

"Just know that," points at Hojo, "man made me into a demon. He did this to me. Don't trust him," he said, almost hissing at Hojo. He turned on his heels, his cloak flowing out with a flutter. Outside Vincent collapsed against a building, his breathing unsteady.

Healer blinked, trying to get to her feet... and failing miserably. "OW! Gods." Healer just... sat there, staring at the floor. She was trying to calm down, but between nausea, fading rage (she was trying to cut herself off, she could try...), fear, pain, and general exhausion, it was not happening.

The white-haired senshi refused to cry. For all of two seconds. She was tired, empathetically overloaded, scared, and in pain. She couldn't not cry, though it was silent. "I just want to find Kakyuu-Ouhi!" she snapped brokenly. She didn't care about the fucking people.

She swallowed. "Urgh, gods. I'm gonna puke."

...Well. That was, uh... Hojo shook his head, trying to comprehend exactly what had just happened. The best guess he could make was that the man in the cape had been that strange 'Vincent' who had threatened him on the journals, though he had no idea who the 'woman' was. A friend of Vincent's? Perhaps. She had made some attempt at keeping him from attacking, which left Hojo wondering exactly where she fit in with all this.

The best way to find out was, well, to ask. Wary as he was, he was curious, so he took one of the guns from behind the glass, along with the ammunition that went with it, and slipped them into his bag before walking to confront the obviously distraught... creature. He hadn't taken more than he'd paid for, so it should be all right.

Hojo knelt next to Yaten, studying her with a frown for a moment. "What are you?" he asked, bluntly.

Ten points for sensitivity.

Healer looked up, green eyes flashing. "...What?" she asked in a mildly broken voice, half-laughing. She was using her arms to shift her weight away from her injured ankle, glaring at Hojo. "And he wins the fucking prize for question of the YEAR."

She wiped at her eyes with her forearms. "I'm a senshi," she said, glaring at Hojo. "Sailor Star Healer, to be exact." She groaned, rubbing at her head.

Ugh. Empathy overload su-- I can't tell, she realized abruptly, staring at Hojo. I can't read him. At... at all... She edged away from Hojo. "What in the name of--?"

Roxas wasn't sure what was going on with the men who had entered the shop but he had frozen when the man in red had pulled a weapon and had to stiffle a cry when he'd raised his gun to Cid's chin. He quickly pulled the girl he had been working with behind a shelf of things. Roxas wasn't sure what to do. The door was a ways off and he'd have to pass in front of everyone to get there. And he didn't want to leave Mr. Cid. The keyblade wouldn't be much use in this situation...

He sighed and then yelped a bullet flew overhead and lodged itself in the well behind him and the girl. He was NOT cut out for this. Swords and magic he was learning to handle. But guns?

"I... I'm sure things will be okay..." he said to the girl as everyone started to settle down. "I'm sorry about all this, miss..."

Henrietta nodded in response, as she kept a death grip on her Amati case. The survival, the killing instinct in her was rising, but as soon as the man in red had left, she began to calm herself down. Without Jose, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to control herself...

Henrietta glanced around as the dust began to settle. "Do you know who that man was... ?" she asked.

Gene had fallen asleep. How he had managed it was anyones guess, but he slept straight through the gunshot. The adrenalin from earlier had finally run out, and he had been dead to the world.

He finally came around, glancing at the shop and how most people looked ready to piss themselves. "What'd I miss?" he asked with a yawn.

Cid wasn't able to move for a long time after the danger had left the store. He stared at the door, trying to sort his thoughts and get his heart to stop hammering against his chest. Sure, he'd had lots of brushes with death before, but he never had found himself at the business end of a gun before. Especially not that close.

Once his legs had steadied themselves, he took a deep breath, but his hand on the counter and let out a very loud sigh.

"Well, I think that went rather well, don't you?" he said, laughing. He glanced over at the couch when his newest red-headed employee let out a yawn.

"What'd I miss?" He asked.

"You missed the wrench!" Cid replied loudly before kneeling down to talk to the young boy/girl that had been accompanying the monster.

"Well," he said softly, looking her over. "That foot of yours doesn't seem to be in good shape. If you can't catch up with that friend of yours..." he sighed and scratched his head. It's not like they had done anything against Cid. Hell, they tried to stop the guy from going crazy, that deserved a little credit... "Let me know, and we'll try to get you some help until you're back on your feet. Or foot."

He extended a hand to help the girl up. "'kay?"

Healer took the hand, making a face. Hate charity as she did- it burned her pride, as a person and as a senshi- she was in no place to not take it. Considerably calmer, now that her empathy had decided to go kaput, the white-haired senshi nodded. "Alright. I'm Yaten, by the way." She wobbled a little. "Ugh, heels. Gods, I have to change back." Her voice was mildly whiny. It would never stop feeling weird to go back to male from female.

Still, she did.

"There. Much better," he commented on his current attire, which was... what he had been previously wearing. His school uniform. "Ugh, I am so glad I didn't have to attack."

He didn't want to, but if Vincent hadn't backed down, he would've had an Inferno to the face.

"Do you know who that man was... ?"

Roxas tried to say "no" but let out more of a strangled squeak. So, instead, he just shook his head. He didn't like guns. They were so... final. You couldn't block a bullet like you could a sword or a giant key. He looked back at the bullet lodged in the wall. Roxas hoped that man didn't show up again.

"I, ah, are-are you okay?" he asked the girl, relieved that Mr. Cid and everyone else was okay (and wondering where Mr. Gene had been during the whole thing).

Henrietta nodded once more and gave a small smile. It was nice that this boy was so worried about her...

She quietly glanced around the shop as the customers were slowly beginning to pick up where they had left off before the gun incident had occured. "I... I think it's safe to go back out again... "

"Oh, right!" he exclaimed and jumped up. He saw Mr. Cid helping a very effiminate character up off the floor. Roxas rubbed the back of his neck again and gave him a small, bashful wave to let him know that they were okay.

"So, uhm, my name is Roxas," he told her. "Is there anything particular I can help you find?"

Henrietta's eyes widened as she came to the realization that this was the boy who she had met over her journal.

"So you're Roxas," she said a bit excitedly. He had been really nice to her this whole time, and she never knew... !

"I'm Henrietta," she said, giving a little smile. "Thanks for showing me how to get here, Mr. Roxas." She looked down at her Amati case, remembering what she had come here for. "Um, I need some ammunition for my gun... .357SIG... " She really hoped they had what she needed. She would have hated to have walked this whole way for nothing. And... if she didn't have ammo to protect herself... what would she do then?

"Not a problem at all!" he replied with a grin. Roxas should have guessed that this was Henrietta from the journals. Then again, a lot had been going on so he had something of an excuse for not knowing at first glance. "I'm glad you made it!" He almost frowned despite himself. She was a lot younger than he had expected. What did a little girl need a gun for anyways? Well, he supposed he couldn't question every odd quirk people had around here. Because there sure were some odd folks around...

"A... .357SIG, you said?" he asked walking towars their small but growing gun collection. Roxas wondered if Mr. Gene had brought any guns of that style with him. From what he had seen, he wouldn't be surprised. "Lemme take a look... if we don't have anyt I'll bet Mr. Cid can get you some in just a few days," Roxsa told her. "He's got lots of connections around here even though he's only been here a little while like most the rest of the folks I've met. He's really great." He fiddled around with some crates and boxes. "Hey, so, erm... how'd you get here Henrietta?"

"Hey, so, erm... how'd you get here Henrietta?"

Henrietta had been looking around the store some more, and it took her a moment to realize that Roxas had been talking to her. She spun around to look at him, then tilted her head up thoughtfully.

"I'm not entirely sure... Um... I remember I was back in Italy... I was going after a small group of mafia men... " As she spoke, her demeanor became more and more melancholy. "And... I got hit... and I think I was put in an ambulance. Then... I woke up here... " She glanced down at her feet for awhile.

"I really just... want to go home... " Her hands fidgeted with the handle on her violin case and she sniffed, barely audible. She looked back up at Roxas, a more pleasant look on her face. "But... I guess I'm here now... and I just have to do what I can... even without Jose." She wiped her eyes and tried her best to give a reassuring smile to Roxas.

Mafia? Hit? Ambulance? Who was this girl? Roxas idly wondered where Italy was. He wondered which world it was in and whether or not he knew anyone from the same one. He supposed not though it definately wasn't impossible. Just improbable.

Henrietta seemed to realize that too. She looked like she wanted to cry and almost had but she had composed herself mostly. Roxas gave her a small sympathetic smile. "I wan't to go home, too," he told her. "I don't know anyone here and except for Mr. Cid and some friends I made the other night, it's been like everyone's been out to get me since the moment I stepped foot in the city... I don't really like it here but I guess you're right. We just have to do what we can, right?"

He shifted a few more boxes and crates. "Sorry, Henrietta," Roxas said with a sigh. "No luck with any bullets matching your weapon. But I'm sure Mr. Cid could order some. Are you staying nearby? Do you know yet? We should have them in a couple days. Like I said, Mr. Cid's got lots of connections. He could hook you up with some ammunition quicker than anyone else in the city that's for sure."

Cid blinked at the transformation. He didn't want to ask questions--he'd been a little too overloaded with information today as it was.

"All right, Gimpy," he said, patting the boy/girl on the shoulder. "Y'need help to the upstairs rooms, or are you gonna stay down here for a bit?" Cid's face darkened. "And if that friend of yours comes back, he's no longer welcome."

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