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paixaorpg2006-03-19 08:46 pm
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Longest day of my life... [Completed! FINALLY!]
Character(s): Cid and his crew, Jenova, Miles Edgeworth
Content: Later part of the day in Cid's modest little shop...
Setting: Cid's shop, across the street from the center branch of the Actua Are.
Time: Friday afternoon
Warnings: Jenova is ugly and Miles is a gay lawyer?
Cid didn't know if he could take much more of this Paixao place. Since he'd arrived, he'd had his life threatened and his store trashed more than once, and it hadn't even been a goddamned week. Traverse Town had been a bit dull, honestly, what with the lack of customers and all, but he'd give anything to be back there right about now.
He and Cam had started working on a buggy right outside of the shop all morning with the assistance of some of the others in his shop--it wouldn't take long to finish now. He just hoped it would hold up okay... and that they could bring it on the train. Because while he didn't want to call his craftsmanship shoddy, he didn't think that it was a wise idea to drive it all across this god-forsaken continent.
It sure was refreshing to do some hard work, though.
Content: Later part of the day in Cid's modest little shop...
Setting: Cid's shop, across the street from the center branch of the Actua Are.
Time: Friday afternoon
Warnings: Jenova is ugly and Miles is a gay lawyer?
Cid didn't know if he could take much more of this Paixao place. Since he'd arrived, he'd had his life threatened and his store trashed more than once, and it hadn't even been a goddamned week. Traverse Town had been a bit dull, honestly, what with the lack of customers and all, but he'd give anything to be back there right about now.
He and Cam had started working on a buggy right outside of the shop all morning with the assistance of some of the others in his shop--it wouldn't take long to finish now. He just hoped it would hold up okay... and that they could bring it on the train. Because while he didn't want to call his craftsmanship shoddy, he didn't think that it was a wise idea to drive it all across this god-forsaken continent.
It sure was refreshing to do some hard work, though.
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He arrived at the Actua Are with Phoenix in tow, looking worse for the wear and rather underdressed, considering it had started to snow a while ago. His hair was unkempt, his white shirt wrinkled and slightly unbuttoned--he'd lost his cravat at the bar and he had a sneaking suspicion that someone had stolen his jacket after it had shown up missing.
He looked up, rather impressed with the outside of the Actua Are... but alas, he had not come to gaze upon the beauty of a quality hotel. He glanced around, trying to find 'Cid's shop'...
His eyes fell upon a tough-looking middle aged blond man swearing at some sort of vehicle.
Wonderful. Just wonderful.
Miles shivered against the cold, rubbing his arms ruefully and approaching the shop cautiously. He cleared his throat when he stopped before the crude, unshaven old man, waiting for a response.
"I'm looking for a Mr. Cid," he said officiously. "I'm Miles Edgeworth--I believe this is the vehicle I requested from him."