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paixaorpg2010-01-15 02:12 pm
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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.
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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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.