paixaorpg | What do you mean 'a castle'? [Active/Open]

Character(s): Cid Highwind
Content: Cid being Cid
Setting: Cid's shop
Time: Afternoonish
Warnings: Cid

There were some things Cid had gotten used to over the years. Strange bedfellows, that damnably perky ninja, and Cloud's assorted issues, for example. There were still others he would never get used to. The ways of the city, for example. It wasn't right having a city in some damned castle. There wasn't any sense to it.

Unless of course it was the biggest damned castle he'd ever seen or heard, of and he was stubbornly not thinking about it. Someone would have had to have been fucking insane to ever think it was a good idea. There was too damned much work involved.

So, instead of trying to work out the insane logic of how on earth one managed to build a giant castle without seriously depleting the natural deposits of whatever the hell it is the place is (supposedly) made of, he's turned to something he understand. Machines. He won't get anything built if he keeps letting the affairs of the city distract him.

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The store had looking interesting from the outside as she had scoped it out from the across the street. She had rented a room at the nearby hotel, and finally found some clothing that wasn't nurses scrubs. Now, she needed to find herself a weapon. While she could survive without one, she wasn't very comfortable being weaponless.

She opened the door and sauntered in, looking like she knew exactly what she was looking for, even though she had no idea what was in store in this place. A casual smile on her face, she looked around, taking everything in.

To judge by the assorted odds and ends on the shelves, the store sold a little bit of most things, leaning heavily towards weapons and assorted other bits and pieces any mechanic might need for their latest projects. As a matter of fact, about the only thing it didn't seem to have was a shopkeeper.

Or at least, not one immediately visible, although there was the semi-steady of muffled curses that seemed to follow Cid wherever he went coming from behind a door near the back of the shop.

Ziva had been looking at selection of weapons on the wall when she heard the cursing coming from the back of the shop. Grabbing a knife she found on the counter, she held it in her hand as she went towards the door. She didn't want to be caught off guard if there was something to watch out for on the other side.

She turned the knob quietly and opened it just a crack, glancing in to look for any threats before she went in.

She wouldn't find any. Just a rather grumpy mechanic-turned-shopkeep swearing at what was, apparently, some sort of engine. There was a spear resting against the far wall, but it was far too far away for him to grab it and offer any manner of violence.

Besides, he was far too busy suggesting that the pieces he was currently working on were alternately only fit for some highly improbable and unlikely thing or nothing more than a misbegotten bucket of bolts.

"You do realize that what you are suggesting is impossible, correct?" She remarked, standing in the doorway, still trying to figure out if this guy was sane, much less safe to be around. There were plenty of things she could use in her defense if he wasn't, but she didn't want to take too many chances.

"I saw your shop while I was walking, and I was wondering if you may be able to help me." Or willing, it would all depend.

"Of course it is," Cid answered, finally looking up. "That's the point of cussing." Along with relieving frustration and just generally being handy all around. Besides, it wasn't like he saw any reason not to. He never had and likely never would.

"Depends on what you were lookin' for."

"A weapon. Something small and easy to hide. If that is possible." She didn't have any money, so she'd have to haggle the price to something she could provide. Possibly something from the city, if she could find anything that was worth anything.

"I am not one who is used to being weaponless in a strange town such as this one."

Small and easy to hide. Easy enough as requests went. To be far, he hadn't really managed to get as complete an inventory as he'd liked, but 'small' was an easy enough requirement.

"We talkin' knives? Guns?"

"Both, if they are available." Ziva replied, taking another glance at the shop. The shopkeeper was more interesting than the shop. Especially what the gentleman seemed to be building. It reminded her of Gibbs and his boat in the basement.

"What is your normal charge?"

"Believer in bein' well-armed?" Not that Cid had any problems with that, when you got right down to it. He'd spent more than enough time with assorted well-armed people during that whole thing with Sephiroth after all.

"You ain't gonna wait and see what sort of shit I can manage to dig up first?"

"Believer in staying alive." Ziva said, believing she had come to the right place in order to find what she was looking for. She smirked at his next comment.

"Some of the people I have worked with tend to do things backwards than normal. And I figure I want to know a price range before I invest."

Ah yes, the tricky problem of price range in a place where there wasn't a settled currency. Damned annoying, if you asked him, especially when he hadn't been expecting to have a shop in the first place.

"Same deal as the restaurants. If it ain't a currency I'm familiar with I can just use it at one of the other shops."

Ziva had wandered over to take a look at the engine he had been working on when she came in the room. She wasn't McGee or Abby, but she could see that it was a piece of work.

She'd come to the right place.

"And what can you supply?" She asked, turning back towards him.

"Got more guns then knives. Knives 're more popular around here. But I think I've still got a few if you want."

Remembering where he'd put them, on the other hand, was going to take a little more work. He'd never quite managed to put together a coherent filing system, and the place was still more than a little cluttered. Fortunately it didn't take to long for him come up with the appropriate place, puttering off to one of the half-forgotten boxes in the corner before coming back with a few guns and one decent set of knives.

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