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Character(s): Cid and whoever happens by
Content: Building things! Outside the gates!
Setting: En route to the Niflheim gate and beyond
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: Cid. :|

It had taken a lot of work, but Cid was finally just about ready to start serious work on getting something actually up into the air. Sure, he still had absolutely no damned idea what to fuel the thing with, but he could deal with that later. For now it was high time he got the hell out of his shop for a change, and so, after closing his shop up somewhat earlier than normal (the advantage of setting your own hours) he headed out to the streets.

Of course, he had to bring his work with him, and it probably looking more than a little odd to see a man pulling a medium-sized cart behind him with something lumpy covered by tarp but it wasn't like the place was damned strange to begin with. That and he wasn't breaking any rules as far as he was aware so people could just go bitch at he didn't even care who if they had problems.

He had places to go and things to do.

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Demyx hadn't been doing much of anything, really. This was intentional- avoiding the higher ups meant no missions that he shouldn't be on anyway! Seriously, couldn't they ever give him a mission he was good at? Like... going playing a concert somewhere. That would be awesome!

Fat chance of that happening, though, so Demyx was being his slacker self and avoiding work entirely.

He was doing this by exploring Paixao a bit more. It was kind of impressive, how huge it was... but then he spotted someone. Who looked... kind of, vaguely familiar? Maybe? Demyx didn't know why, sure, but still. Besides, the guy kind of stood out.

He debated for a moment, before deciding to walk over. "Hi!" he said cheerfully to Cid, "What're you doing?"

Not the most intelligent question ever, but Demyx wasn't one for smart questions.

Of course Cid stood out. Hell, it wasn't like standing out was really hard in the city. The natives were too damned similar for anyone's taste, least of al his and he'd be damned if he was going to go out of his way to resemble them any more than he already did. That way lay madness and he leave the madness to the people who were actually good at it.

"What's it look like I'm doing?" Cid snapped back.

Okay, so it might have slipped his mind that what he was doing wasn't immediately obvious on sight alone. But perhaps he could be excused for that much.

"Um..." Demyx looked at Cid, considering this question and trying to figure it out other than the painfully obvious. "You're... pulling something?" That didn't explain much, but maybe the guy was... pulling it for fun? Though that really didn't make sense, so he was probably just being cranky right now.

Of course he was pulling something. But since he'd figured that even a blinded malboro would have been able to see that much, he'd hoped this kid would have been able to come up with something more than the blindingly obvious.

"The place is to damned small to build in."

But this was Demyx. Nothing was too obvious for him!

"Oh! You're making something? That's awesome!" Demyx walked over, trying to guess what it could be even with the cover on. He did not do a very good job, mostly because he wasn't coming up with much of anything. "What is it?"

Edited 2011-02-26 22:53 (UTC)

Well, Cid had covered it for a reason. Mostly so people wouldn't ask him why he was carting a hell of a lot of metal through the city, sure, but that was a good a reason as any he'd ever heard of.

Not that it had stopped the questions any, but hell, he was figuring that was just because of the kid being a few sticks short of a bundle.

"It ain't anything right now."

"Well, uh... what's it gonna be?" Demyx asked instead. Hey, the thing looked weird and he was curious! ~~Go on Cid, tell him. It's not like he's an Organization member in street clothes or anything...~~

"If I can get the damned thing running, it's gonna be an engine. Maybe more than that, but that's gonna take a hell of a lot more work."

And possibly a few more hands and something to actually do with it. The problem with proper airships was they needed space, and lots of it. And that seemed to be unfortunately limited out here.

"Oooh." Demyx looked over it, still visibly puzzled. "That's a huge engine. Uh, I think. What would take something that big?"

Then he realized that he still didn't know this guy's name. It was probably weird to keep talking without knowing that, huh? "I'm, uh, David, by the way. Who're you?"

Yeah, that was Cid frowning at Demyx. If he'd had just the engine why the hell would he have bothered heading out to fields past the gate? It didn' make any damned sense that way.

"It ain't all engine. And the name's Cid."

"Oh." Well, he hadn't said that. How was Demyx supposed to know that? Oh well. "Well, it's nice to meet you Cid! Have you been here a while?"

He wasn't. But Cid had been assuming (perhaps wrongly so) that Demyx had at least some idea of what all went into building an airship apart from a whole lot of metal. Hell, just knowing that it took a whole lot of metal would have been good enough for him at this point.

Clearly, he'd never had the misfortune to meet someone like Demyx before.

"Too damned long, if you ask me."

Demyx could be smart. Maybe. Sometimes. But usually, the persona of knowing absolutely nothing worked way better for him.

"That's, um..." Demyx rubbed his head, "longer than I have? I mean, you didn't really say how long but I just got here so it's not too long yet?"

"Course it is," Cid snapped back. Hell, if the kid had just recently gotten here than practically any damned thing would have been longer. Besides, he couldn't be blamed for having stopped keeping accurate count of things. It got depressing and he wasn't a man given to depression.

As far as he was concerned, Vincent was welcome to it.

"Right." Demyx awkwardly messed with the back of his hair, starting to get the distinct impression that maybe this guy didn't want to talk right now. Did that stop him? No. "Where are you from? I mean, I probably won't know what it is because a lot of people say they're from worlds I've never heard of but."

Cid had nothing against talking in general. It was just that he didn't see a whole lot of point in talking to someone who left him with such an overall feeling that he was talking at wall. He got enough of that from Cloud back home; he didn't need it here too.

"Mostly we just call it the planet."

The type of wall was probably different, though. Demyx mostly just didn't understand what was going on. Or, pretending he didn't. It could be hard to tell sometimes.

"The planet?" he asked, "That's, um... kind of vague. But that's ok, I guess!"

It was close enough for Cid, and right now, that was really all that mattered. Not to mention he was never the most sociable of people even on a good day. Usually, no one asked him to be, either.

"It's a name, isn't it?"

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oh my god i'm so sorry this got buried in my inbox DDDX

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