paixaorpg | i ain't cut out to be no jesse james. [ complete ]

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i ain't cut out to be no jesse james. [ complete ]

Character(s): Jecht, Cid... Anyone who is around the area, pop by! By all means!
Content: Jecht's looking for information on Paixao, learns about the Organization, the Resistance and finds himself a place to stay, all thanks to Cid!
Setting: Jecht's walk from the Café, to Cid's shop.
Time: Mid-day.
Warnings:Jecht and Cid. I think you see where I'm going with this.

It was with three baked-fresh buns in his arms that Jecht ventured towards what he was pretty sure -- was the right direction to that Cid guy's shop. He had had to do his share of convincing to get them to give him the food for such a dulled and bent buckle as the one he'd tried to give them. He had even gone through the lengths of cleaning it before brining it in! Nevermind that it was a quick spit-shine...

As he walked, he looked upwards, that weird machina-journal thing fastened to the clothing around his waist. They really had this place all figured out, huh? The domes probably got to Jecht the most. He didn't like that layer between him and the sky. For having lived in a big city all his life, Jecht still loved the outdoors enough to feel -- uncomfortable about them.

Okay, so the walk was a little long for him. But having come out of those gates with the two huge guys -- Joutenheim? He was luck enough that he hadn't popped up on the other side of the place. He was down to the final half of the last bun he carted with him as he approached the building that had to be the shop in question. Hah! He could read maps too, when he wanted. With his mouth still full of food, he bellowed out a cry to anyone inside. "Hey! Yo! Anybody home??"

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Jecht wasn't the only one to find the domes unpleasant, although in Cid's case it was the loss of his ships that hurt the most. There was nothing worse than a land-bound pilot, in his opinion. But at least he had something in the meantime.

Apart from waiting for people to show up that was. He hadn't managed to get anywhere near something that could fly but hell if he wasn't going to try his best.

"You don't have to yell!" he hollered back, putting down the wrench he'd been using and wiping the worst of the engine grease off on his jacket before heading to get the door.

Well, if there was anything Jecht admired in people, it was sass. "Heh," was his response to the man's retort. "You gotta be Cid," he reasoned aloud, before introducing himself. "I'm Jecht! And I'M the one that's gonna get outta these domes!" he proclaimed, jabbing himself in the chest with his thumb to emphasize his point.

His energy level relented slightly as he took another look upwards, before crossing his arms in front of him. "It ain't natural, bein' confined like this..."

The one that was gonna get them out of the domes? Cid had his doubts about that (and had already said as much) but hell, it wasn't like he was about to stop Jecht from trying. That and he didn't really mind the concept of the domes not being there. He was more than ready to have his sky back.

"It's damned annoying, is what it is."

Jecht sneered, dusting off his hands to rid himself of the laft remnants of the bread crumbs that stuck to his dirty palms. He wasn't known for being the cleanliest of people, and he didn't really care what sort of image it portrayed. With a slight sneer, the blitzer spoke again. "Well, you better tell me what you know about this place," it wasn't so much a warning, more of a request. Jecht just seemed to lack the ability to ask for something nicely. "I don't like it here one bit. It ain't... right keepin' people locked up here like this," he almost visibly shivered as he continued to think about it.

Shrugging his discomfort off, he shifted his weight on his feet. "How long you been here anyway, pal? An' where'd you come from to begin with?"

Like Cid really had any right to call Jecht on being somewhat less than perfectly clean, with engine grease on his jacket and streaked into his hair. So he looked like mechanic. Not like he minded since that was what he was at the moment, but it didn't give him any damned reason to complain about someone else's lack of cleanliness.

"Too damned long," he answered after a moment. Truth be told, he'd been doing his best to forget exactly how long - and had largely succeeded. "And from Rocket Town. Gaia," he added after a pause. No telling whether or not Rocket Town would make any sense to the other man, after all.

"Rocket Town, eh?" Jecht rubbed the scruff on his chin as he took in the tiny bit of information. Of course 'Rocket Town' and 'Gaia' made about as much sense to him as 'Sin' and 'Spira' once did after he crash landed there. Funny, how he seemed to keep getting himself into crazy situations like this...

"Never heard of it," he finall concluded, then swung his gaze around once more to study the shop in front of him. "So what, you just set up business here? Figured that you might as well give up and just make the most outta this place?" Again, his tone wasn't necessairily accusatory, he just wanted to know the deal about what people, well, DID here. "You even ever tried to, you know, get out?"

"I ain't given up," Cid snapped back with only a hint of gruffness. Sure he'd been around for longer than he cared to remember, and had yet to actually make a working airship (of any size) but he sure as hell wasn't giving up.

"Place was here when I got here," Cid answered with a shrug. "I jus' moved in and cleaned up shop. 'Sides, it made a half-way decent place to stay." For the time being he'd just avoid bringing up the fact that it had had his name on it from the first day he'd arrived (mostly because it had been, and still was, fucking bizarre).

"Been working on finding a way out, too."

Good! THAT was what he wanted to hear. Jecht cocked a slight grin, "Well count me in, 'cause there's no way I'm just gonna rot away in a place like this." He nodded, glad that he had made the trek all the way over here now.

Thinking back, he paused for a second before pursuing the next question. "An' what's the deal with this thing?" from his side, he pulled up the journal-tool he'd been given when he first 'arrived.' "Why'd you say this thing wasn't safe?"

"Because there ain't any way to tell who's readin' it," Cid answered simply. "And there's some fuckin' creepy bastards in the city. Anyone told you about the Organization, yet?"

He was really hoping the answer to that would be yes, but if it came down it, he'd explain. Not like he hadn't had to before even if he didn't exactly find it the most enjoyable of pastimes. But for now, he'd hope that it didn't turn out to be necessary.

Bad luck for Cid. "Organa-whoozits?" Jecht managed to spill out, screwing his face together tightly as he pronounced it. "What the hell are ya talkin' about?" he pursued, "Is THAT whose in charge'a keepin' those things overhead?" Jumping to conclusions, it was one of his best attributes. "You just point me in their direction," he claimed, spearing his thumb into his chest again roughly, "'cause I'm gonna make 'em wish they'd never been born!"

"Organization," Cid corrected, almost reflexively. "Exactly what they're responsible ain't too damned clear, but they've been kidnapping and torturing people for a while now. And no one's got any fucking clue where they hide either. It's a right shadow council."

Which hopefully Jecht would understand to mean that couldn't point him in their direction even if he'd wanted to. It was a damned nuisance, but one that he'd gotten sort of used to.

"There's a sort of resistance, though, if that'd do."

"Torturin'... WHA?" his head nearly spun around from the sheer force of his double take. So not only were these people potentially grabbing people from -- all over the place, they were torturing them too?! Jecht wasn't going to stand for that, that was for sure. Calming slightly, he rubbed the back of his neck with the palm of his right hand. "Shadow council, eh?" he spoke more for his own benefit than anyone else's, "well they've gotta have a base around here somewhere..." that last part came out muttered, as he spoke under his breath.

He almost brightened at Cid's final comment, however, but any trace of a smile quickly warped itself into a crooked smirk. "Yeah. Yeah. That's what I wanna know about!"

That was what Cid had heard at least, and he had to admit it didn't sound good. But there was a least a slightly better chance with the resistance then there would have been without it. Of course, working with them still brought him closer to the ShinRa when he would have liked, but he hadn't seen Rufus around lately and that was at least a start.

"Of course they damned well have to have a base," Cid snapped back. "It's just we haven't got a fucking idea of where." Which rather tending to hamper any attempts to go and knock them off their perch.

"It's pretty much what it sounds like. It's gotta be kept on the silent side though - don't want the Organization to know too much about it."

"Heh, top secret, eh?" He was getting into this a little bit now, which was made obvious as his expressions became more animated. When Jecht got himself involved in something, that was when he seemed to come alive. "All right, no problem, pal. This ain't the first time I've had to keep on the downlow 'cause'a some empty-headed hotshots gettin' too big for their britches," he nodded at that final statement, and crossed his arms in front of him.

"Tell me," he ventured after a few seconds of silence, "you got lots of takers on this resistance scene? Or are the guys around here more into stickin' their heads in the ground when the goin' gets tough? 'Cause there's at least two'a my buddies, Braska an' Auron, they're around here that I KNOW they can pack a wallop." Hell, maybe this Cid guy had even heard of them.

Top secret? Well... mostly. It would be pretty damned hard to mount an effective resistance if the Organization got wind of what they were up to though. For all he wasn't much of a soldier he did have a fair-to-decent grasp of what was and wasn't good for a group like this.

Mostly, he blamed his time with AVALANCHE for that.

"Think I've heard of them," he answered. "Seen 'em hanging around the journals anyway. Guess you can ask 'em about it. Every damned person we can get on this thing the better."

Not that they didn't already have a fair number of people but like hell he was gonna complain about a new recruit or two.

"Good, I will," Jecht nodded at his own statement, as though he was proud of the conclusion he'd come to. "All right, now that that's settled, we got a base, or what?" he gave the area another look. Cid seemed like he knew what was up. He wouldn't be surprised if he was in charge of a lot of things around here. And as their conversation wore on... Jecht was pretty sure he was taking a bit of a shine to this guy.

"And, uh... say," he started out akwardly, "I, uh, I s'pose I'm still kinda fresh to this place, so..." he clearned his throat, "you know, maybe, of, uh, some place a guy can stay around here? You know... for cheap. Maybe."

A base? Bases were for soldiers (or SOLDIERs). Not so much for a group that was supposed to be nebulous and hard to hit. Not that they'd been doing to well at that, Cid had to admit, if only to himself. A base would make to damned easy to find.

"Not really," he answered. "Not a lot of real big meetings goin' on right now." SO really, what need was there for one?

"Got a spare room out back, if that'll do. Probably ain't the cleanest right now, though."

"Hm, okay," All right, so Jecht was new to this sort of thing. He had never really been one to fight for a cause, having been such a lone wolf all of his life. Of course, his time in Spira had helped to change his view on things slightly, but he was still a novice when it came to working with, and relying on others. "Well, I guess it don't matter much anyway," he rubbed the scruff of his chin as he spoke, "'cause now with me around they're not gonna have the chance to get up to much of that freeky-deeky stuff, anyway!" he pumped his fist in the air, giving no one in particular a grin of victory.

He paused at the other's offer though, and stopped mid-celebration. He appeared to be genuinely taken back for a moment, but quickly shrugged it off. "Yeah? Really? You don't say, huh..." Well, he hadn't really expected that, but he certainly wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, even an untidy one. "That's mighty hospitable of you, pal," he stated, "and I think I may jus' take you up on that offer!"

The same could be said of Cid, interestingly enough. Hell, he'd only really gone along with the plan to take care of Sephiroth because they'd hijacked his Tiny Bronco and because it meant he might get a chance getting the ShinRa to pay for what they'd done to his dreams. Luckily enough for him, it had. He'd even managed to the Highwind back, which he certainly hadn't been about to complain about.

"Someone's gotta use it," Cid answered with a shrug. Besides, it wasn't like he couldn't find somewhere else to stick the things he still wasn't entirely sure what to make of. Apparently this other Cid had had some pretty strange hobbies or was a damned packrat.

The remark about Jecht making it so that the Organization didn't have a chance? Was left conveniently unanswered.

"Heh," well that was one way of saying welcome to the place! But again, Jecht would take it. He was starting to feel slightly better, now having found a place to stay, and the beginnings of a plan to get back at "the man" if you will. He grew slightly uncomfortable again as he shifted his weight between his feet "And, um," he hesitated, "y'know, uh..." he darted his eyes away, knowing he was terrible at things like this, and hating every minute of it, "...thanks." he finally choked out.

"Don't worry about it," Cid answered Jecht's somewhat awkward thanks. He'd had the room anyway and (although he'd never mention it) he sort of missed having someone else around the place - he blamed Shera for that.

"It's up the stairs." Presumably Jecht could find it on his own from there.

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i ain't cut out to be no jesse james. [ complete ]

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wow sorry its been a ridic week :(

Hey, no prob~

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cool to wrap this baby up you think?

Sounds good to me~