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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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Roxas wondered if he should have told someone he was leaving. He didn't think it would matter much. Everyone else was so busy with their friends that they probably wouldn't notice he'd gone. Even Zack, whose friend was missing, was still preoccupied with finding him.

He'd caught the train at its temproary stop a few miles from the hotel. Since Ansem had destroyed a part of the railway system the city had had to set up a temporary stop. He got on the train there and took it to the center of Paixao. The posting Mr. Cid had made in the message boards had said the shop was across from the Actua Are. He knew where that was from earlier that day. He wondered if he'd see Yuffie there...

He came to the shop and saw a man with blonde hair and a blue shirt on inside. Roxas hesitated to enter. It wasn't that he was afraid of Mr. Cid... well, okay, maybe he was just a little. But he didn't even know the man yet. He was still intimdating though.

But he's giving a kid like me a chance, Roxas though. That was enough. He entered the shop.

"I, ah, are... are you Mr. Cid?" he asked. "I'm Roxas... I'm here about the errand boy job, sir..."

Cid turned around at the sound of a child's voice. He raised his eyebrows at the nervous-looking boy in the doorway and looked his new employee over. Behind messy blonde bangs peeked a pair of blue eyes that reminded Cid of the other little brat that used to visit him in Traverse Town... Sora.

He probably should've been more gentle with the kid, but Cid was an old dog that didn't learn new tricks easily.

"Roxas, eh?" he said, grinning and thumping the kid heartily on the back. "You're right, kidd-o, that's me. Don't bother with the Mr, but I appreciate your respect." He extended his hand for a shake as he pulled the kid into the shop.

Roxas jumped slightly in surprise as Mr. Cid thumped him on the back and ignored the slight feeling of whiplash that followed. He wondered if he did that to everyone and decided that he probably did. Roxas didn't mind. He already liked Mr. Cid even if he did still seem rather intimidating. He'd given Roxas a chance and he'd always be grateful for that.

He followed his new employer into the shop. It was incredible. Roxas stood in the front part of the store staring around in awe for a moment. There was so much stuff! There was just about anything anyone could ever want here. Roxas was amazed. He'd never seen a store like this. It was awesome.

"Mister-ah, Cid!" he said awkwardly. "I, ah, sir, I'd just really like to thank you for giving me a chance... I, ah, not many people would give a kid like me a chance and... I really appreciate it sir!"

Cid smiled slightly as he watched his new errand boy fumble for words of thanks. Whatta cute kid.

He would, of course, never admit that sort of thought out loud.

"It's no problem, kid!" Cid said loudly. "I could use a couple extra hands around here, espcially with the 'help' I've been gettin' lately." He threw a dirty look around the room, just in case one of the others was around. They weren't, of course. "Anyway, I don't got much of anything fer you to do right now. You can just relax for a bit until we have customers, all right?"

Relax, yeah, Roxas could do that. He was really cold from the walk from the train station to the shop. Mr. Cid had set a couch in front of the fireplace so Roxas took advantage of that. He walked over and sat down, gratefully warming himself. He wondered what all Mr. Cid would have for him to do and wondered when Mr. Cid closed shop so he could head back to the hotel where the others were. He hoped he'd get going before it got too dark.

Gene, looking pretty tired, finally turned onto the right street. He made it to the front doors of the big hotel, Tilting his head up to read the sign. The Actua Are. Finally, right place. With a sigh, he turned around and crossed the street to Cid's shop. Plastering a grin on his face that he hoped was more cheerful than menacing, the tired redhead pulled his coat back to where it should have been, knocked once, and entered the shop.

He was still decked out for the end of the world. It looked like he might be carrying more guns than flesh on his person. Usually Jim kept his less used guns for him, but for some odd reason he'd strapped them all on at the Leyline. Maybe he could have Cid sell some of them later.

Cid glanced up at the newcomer and pursed his lips slightly, trying to figure out if the young man was here to rob him, or if he were possibly a customer.

"Hello," he said cautiously, straightening with one hand on the couch and the other on his hip. He made sure that both of them were in sight. "How can I help you, good sir?"

It had taken quite a bit of walking to get to the center of town. Really, Hojo had nearly forgotten how big the city was, and how far out of the way the old fortress was. It was probably for the best, really; he could go about his work undisturbed... still, a car or a chocobo or something would have made his life a lot easier.

In any case, he did want to see what sort of weaponry and machinery was for sale here. He'd spent most of the day buried in the remains of broken technology, doing his best to get what he could back in working order. The master computer, while damaged, still worked, and the information stored inside had been an immense help to him when it came to repairs. It wasn't until late in the afternoon that he realized there wasn't actually any food in the fortress, which was what had prompted him to leave at all.

Perhaps on the way back he would actually use the train, he decided to himself as he slipped into the shop, absently cleaning the grease from the machines out from under his fingernails.

Cid looked over at his new arrival, a thin man with dark hair who found more interest in his hands than in the items at the shop. He blinked and offered a quick "Hello" before turning back to his taller, red-headed arrival.

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Gene stared Cid down for a few moments, studying the shop owner. The first meeting stare-down had become a habit of Gene's over the last few months. He then decided that the man must be the owner, whom he'd met on the message boards earlier that day. But how to introduce himself?

"Gene Starwind, At your service." Well, that was completely lame. Oh well. "You offered me a job. Through the message board." That was about the best he was going to get, for now.

Cid blinked and let out a soft sigh of relief. So he wasn't going to get robbed in his first day of business after all. Maybe Murphy was being kind to him today.

Cid approached the newcomer and extended a hand for a manly shake. "Well, Gene, I'm Highwind. Cid Highwind." He glanced over the young man once again. "Are you... robbing a train or something?"

Gene couldn't help but laugh as he shook his new boss's hand. "Not exactly." How to explain? "Was heading into a big fight, and I ended up here instead of there." Nothing else to it, really. "I'll be damned if I knew what happened to everyone else."

He stood for a moment in akward silence, before asking. "Er...so what around here do you need help with exactly?"

"Mostly you'll be going on errands that shorty here can't go out on," Cid said, pointing to his other, much younger helper. "Carrying heavier stuff, helping me keep this place in order, or going out to get more stuff for the shop when I can't."

He sniffed and wiped at his nose with his thumb, then jerked it back in the direction of a ladder to his left.

"Up in the attic there's a few rooms that are currently avalible for tenants." He cleared his throat awkwardly and mumbled, "So there's room for y'all to stay if you don't have anywhere to go." He lifted his chin back up and pointed in the direction of a small door in the far left-corner of the store.

"Back in there is a staircase leadin' to an old basement... Kinda run down, but there's a bar in there with some old drinks and barstools. Also some kinda stage, too. Looks like they were havin' some fun down there when this place was in it's prime, if you know what I mean..." He chuckled, then looked over at the very confused little blond boy. Whoops.

Hojo frowned a little, keeping half an eye on the redheaded man. What in the world was he expecting, carrying that much weaponry around? It made the scientist nervous.

"...You... work here?" he asked the boy slightly incredulously when he was addressed.

Roxas caught a few pieces of Mr. Cid and the other guy's conversation and ruffled his brow at a few of the things they said. He went a little red at being called "shorty" and wondered what use a stage would be in the basement by the bar. Ah, well, he could figure that all out later or ask Mr. Gene or Mr. Cid.

"Yes, sir!" he answered cheerfully. "I'm Roxas and that over there with the ~~kinda scary~~ other guy is Mr. Cid! Is there anything I can help you find? Mr. Cid's got just about anything anyone could ever want here." Roxas grinned.

Gene grinned. A bar! Wouldn't that be fun! Maybe Cid would decide to get it going downstairs in its own right. But, that would be for later. He'd just been offered a room. "Thanks. I think I'm gunna go upstairs and, er, take off all of these." He motioned vaguely at the small armory he was hauling around. "I seem to be making people nervous."

Gene didn't head up right away. Instead, he waited both to know if he needed a key, and for permission from his boss. More the first reason, though.

Cid nodded at (who he assumed was now) his new tenant.

"Sounds like a good idea. Y'can go ahead and go on up there--there ain't no locks in this place for anywhere except the front door and the basement door. There's not alot I can offer in the ways of payment before the store picks up business, but for now I can give ya free rent and food. I've been told I make the best Goddamned Tea this side of Hollow Bastion!"

Gene nodded. He'd figured as much. But, somewhere to sleep and something to eat was the only reason he was here, anyway. He headed upstairs and claimed the room furthest down.

Once in his new room, Gene threw his coat on the bed. Most of the guns quickly followed, albeit a bit more gently, after each had been quickly unloaded and given a once over. His caster and a single pistol were kept on him. He still didn't know where the heck he was, after all. Gene spent another minute sorting through the guns and placing them in the little nightstand beside the bed. Did he really need so many? Probably not. "Maybe Cid'll be able to sell a couple." The thought had been nagging him a bit. But which? He picked up a pair of handguns, staring at them thoughtfully. He never used these two, and he had two clips for each. Well, that'd work.

He came back downstairs, jumping when he got halfway down the ladder and made his way back to Cid. "Err..." How articulate. "I didn't see any guns for sale," That's a start. "so i figured I could afford to sell a couple of mine, if anyone comes in looking for one." He offered the pair to cid, along with the ammo.

"Good idea, boy," Cid said as he took the two weapons out of Gene's hands and examined them carefully. "They look to be in fine shape. Y've got some nice guns there, sonny."

He went behind the counter and placed them in a glass case. He turned around and grinned approvingly at his new employee.

"They'll fetch a good price."

Gene nodded and, seeing as there seemed to be little else to do at the moment, floped down on the couch in front of the fire, happy to warm up.

...Well, that was certainly convenient. Hojo always did have a bad habit of not paying attention to the immediate present if there was something more interesting going on elsewhere, and the other two occupants of the shop were certainly interesting. Or maybe Hojo just had an overactive imagination.

Wait, he'd been asked a question? "Oh, un, I just..." He shook his head, to clear his thoughts. "I need a gun, actually." He was easily spooked, and a few death threats on his journal were more than enough to get him seeking some sort of protection. How convenient for him that this shop seemed to have a couple for sale.

A gun. Did they have guns? The other new employee seemed to have a lot of them. Maybe some of them were for sale. Wait, maybe that was what he and Mr. Cid had been talking about. He had to learn to focus better. Or something. Roxas wasn't a very good salesman yet.

"I, ah, well, I'm sure we have a lot of guns, erm..." He looked around and caught Mr. Cid's eye. "Erm... Hey, Mr. Cid! I, ah, this guy needs a... a gun, right? A gun!"

Cid glanced over when his youngest employee called out his name. He crossed over to the kid and glanced over the man he was talking to.

"Lookin' for weapons?" he echoed. "Well, you're in luck. Genie over here decided to give us a couple'a his to sell. I hope handguns are all right?"

Hojo actually smiled a little, though it was more of an amused smirk than anything else.

"Don't think I could use anything bigger," he said honestly. He wasn't much for impressive weaponry. He wasn't even completely comfortable using materia, even though he did when he had to. If it came down to actual attacking, he had no interest in impressing anyone with fancy weapons. Hojo didn't really win fights so much as he escaped from them.

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mother-crapper.livejournal.com - 2006-02-23 04:05 (UTC) - Expand

"200... what? Gil?" Oh, lord, if he'd found someone from the same place as him that would be so great. It gave him some sort of hope that not everyone here was either foreign or insane. "...Where are you from?" he asked, wanting to check before making any assumptions.

Cid wrinkled his nose--he hadn't heard 'gil' when referring to money in a looooong time.

"Paixao accepts any sort of money, I'm assuming," Cid replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. "So whatever you have, I'll take. I just came from Hollow Bastion, but I'm from Rocket Town, originally... Not sure if you're familiar with it, but you use the same money. It's not too far off from Nibelheim."

Gene winced at the nickname Cid used. He wasn't ten. Nicknames and poking fun, though, seemed to be his boss' nature. No use arguing. It wouldn't help. Instead, Gene pulled out his journal, kicking his feet up and poking around the message boards.

Hojo nodded. He knew Nibleheim... quiet little mountain town, hardly worth anything, but he knew it. Rocket Town he didn't remember off the top of his head, but it hardly mattered. He would have to look into this sometime in the future, once he had more of an idea as to how he got here. Hojo pulled out his wallet and flipped through it, frowning.

"I have a hundred," he said. "But if you don't mind trading I've got a materia I can give you as well."

"Depends on which materia yer lookin' at tradin' there," Cid said to the the lanky man.

Materia... now THAT was something he hadn't used in a while...

Henrietta stepped into Cid's Shop as quietly as possible. It was crowded... a little too crowded for her taste. While Cid tended to his other customers, Henrietta kept herself busy by browsing the inventory that he had displayed around the store.

Everything that she saw was strange and incredibly different from what she was used to... no simple handguns or rifles, no knives, nothing. Many devices she found also seemed to run on magic, or so it seemed... Well, whatever they were, she found them to her delight, although she dared not touch them, for fear she would break something...

Roxas stood a little off to the side and watched Mr. Cid and the skinny guy talking. For future reference, Roxas noted that this was how you dealt with costumers. They come in, they ask for an item, he points them in the right direction, and then goes crying to Mr. Cid to come do the rest because Roxas knew he'd some how mess up the whole money thing.

He watched until he felt too nervous just standing around, worrying that it would bug Mr. Cid, and went to sit back down on the couch but saw that Mr. Gene was there. Mr. Gene was almost as scary as Zack. No, he was as scary. Scarier even. Roxas sighed. He'd be working (and living) with Mr. Gene for a while but... should he say hi or introduce himself now or wait until later...?

Roxas furrowed his brow in concentration and stole a glance towards the door every few seconds as he tried to figure out how he should go about things next.

Then he saw a girl with a violin case enter. She was young and nervous. Roxas had messed up last time he had tried to help a customer so he just watched her for a little bit. He wasn't really sure if she was going to buy anything anyways. But he figured he should say something so he walked over. "I, ah, erm, good evening," he said. "I-if ther is any way I can help you, I, ah, don't hesitate to ask!" He grinned nervously. Dude, get a grip. She's like ten. You're like fifteen. She's not going to bite you.

"It's an advanced Quake," he said, digging around in his bag for it. He set the green sphere on the counter when he found it. "It has Quake2, I'm pretty sure."

Cid nodded his head in approval as he picked up the small glowing sphere and examined it with interest.

"It looks like you and I have ourselves a deal, Mr....?" He trailed off as he realized he did not yet know the other's name.

"Hojo," he said with a slight grin, pulling out the rest of the money and dropping it on the counter. "...Uh, thanks, by the way." He wasn't the best shot, to be sure, but if someone did happen to follow through with one of their threats maybe he wouldn't be quite so useless.

Cid grinned and nodded. "No problem, Hojo. After all, we men need to protect ourselves, especially since we both look like we're not from around here..."

With Yaten on his back the Ex-Turk opened the door and was momentarily blinded. Sitting in a cofin for a few years made your eyes extremely sensitive to such changes in light. And so he stood in the doorway for a few moments, his eyes squinted.

"...It's very bright," he said to the boy on his back. "I can't see at all."

"Hello there, stranger!" Cid called from behind the counter, turning his attention away from Hojo momentarily to greet his new customer. "Have a look-see around. If'n you need help, just let Roxas or Genie know."

Cid couldn't help but feel he knew the tall, dark man clad in red from somewhere before...

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"Well, that and it seems there are a few people after my blood. No idea why." He shrugged a little, giving a half-curious glance over his shoulder at the newcomers. He didn't recognize them, so he turned his head back after giving the two a quick glance-over.

"Thanks, I'm looking for a-" was all he got out before he could finally see who was in the shop. Instantly he put Yaten down on the ground behind him, taking a threatening step foreward.

"Toshiro Hojo!" he yelled menacingly, his dark red eyes looking angry as possible. From inside Chaos had finally stirred, and was just as angry at Hojo for putting him inside such a weak human. He yelled at Vincent to attack the one who did this to them.

Yaten let out a startled noise, hopping over, one-footed, to the wall. Wait. Yaten could feel the rage boiling off of Vincent. It was pissing Yaten off. "Vincent, what the hell?" Yaten asked from his spot, leaning against a wall.

Something told Yaten to grab his brooch. Just for saftey. If he needed to fight, come hell, high water, or sprained ankles, Yaten would. The white-haired young man was bristling with anger. "Vincent, th' hell're you so pissed for? It's pissing me off!"

And mildly disturbing him, too.

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The tone in which he heard his name shouted made Hojo jump a little and he turned around again, trying not to look intimidated. It was difficult.

"Wh- ...uh... Who are you?" he asked, sounding completely baffled. Better than scared, at any rate.

"You did this to me!" He yelled, ignoring Cid. Then he did notice the kid and Yaten yelling at him. Why was Hojo still pretending he didn't know him. This wasn't the insane mad scientist he knew. This wasn't the man who had put countless inside him and ruined his hand.

Vincent's eyes turned completely red, as he felt himself losing the battle to keeping his inner demon under control. Shaking his head sent small beads of sweat flying, until his eyes changed back to normal.

Breathing heavily, Vincent leant over looking devilish, even though he was in control. "I've come to kill you.."

Cid leapt over the counter and stepped in between the devil-like man and Hojo, his face as red as Vincent's eyes.

"Listen here, sonny," Cid said, his voice low and controlled. Sure, he was scared, but the last thing he needed was his store blown to smithereens on it's first day of business. "I asked you nice the first time." He put his hands on the red-eyed man's shoulders, attempting to push him back and away from the thinner man.

"You have two options--Get the HELL out, or I'll kick your fat ass to the curb." He grabbed a harpoon out from under the front side of the counter where he had hung it and put it under the monster's throat. "Understand?"

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To everyone in the store, mostly Hojo.

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To Cid

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Vincent