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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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"Indeed we do, Mr. Highwind," he said. "I've counted that on the return trip, we'd have about eight or nine people. One of us will have to stay behind."
He looked down at the floorboards and ran over all the names in his head. Most of them were fighters, and it was important to have a driver... and they obviously couldn't leave the wounded behind. Phoenix's friend was in trouble, so there was no way he'd stay behind and idly wait.... so that meant the only one who wasn't absolutely imperative to the success of this mission was--
"Me."
The word escaped his lips in a low, breathy whisper. How... perplexing. Now that he thought about it, there really wasn't anything he did that Phoenix couldn't have done without him. And he'd certainly only get in the way once they arrived...
He looked up, his face neutral as he repeated the word again with more force.
"Me. I'll stay behind and let the rest of you go on ahead without me. I'm sure I'd only get in the way."
He slowly brought his hands into tight fists. He felt so... useless.