Nothing a bandage couldn't have fixed... right? [Active/Open]
Characters: Dr. Cid, anyone who isn't going to the party? XD
Content: Cid tries to put some effort in work while everyone is off being childish having fun, but he's having trouble with old injuries.
Location: Madison Square Garden
Time of day: Backdated to the night of the party
Warnings: Grumpy old man? Old crab bite is old :|
Cid cringed as he made his way over to one of his many tables that he had set up in the center stage of the Garden. There was work that needed to be done - the children could have their fun tonight, it was no matter to him. With their luck, Big Mommy would stomp on through and ruin it. It wasn't something Cid would care about.
He eased himself into a chair and looked over the beginning workings of airship designs. The side of his body was aching, despite having taken medication for it and treating the injury several times. That should have been enough, he thought in annoyance. This was beginning to put a road block in his work...
Perhaps he should have waited with Tron to be healed himself, but using magic on something like this seemed unnecessary. Things like this could heal over time, with the proper treatment. Surely he had given it enough attention?
"Pointless," he scowled and tried to return his focus to his drawings. His concentration still slipped and he reached out to the cd player he had and cranked up the sound so that the classical music echoed throughout, then rested his head back tiredly. "Give it a few more days," he told himself. A few more days and it would heal.
For now, he would have his own private party.
Content: Cid tries to put some effort in work while everyone is off being childish having fun, but he's having trouble with old injuries.
Location: Madison Square Garden
Time of day: Backdated to the night of the party
Warnings: Grumpy old man? Old crab bite is old :|
Cid cringed as he made his way over to one of his many tables that he had set up in the center stage of the Garden. There was work that needed to be done - the children could have their fun tonight, it was no matter to him. With their luck, Big Mommy would stomp on through and ruin it. It wasn't something Cid would care about.
He eased himself into a chair and looked over the beginning workings of airship designs. The side of his body was aching, despite having taken medication for it and treating the injury several times. That should have been enough, he thought in annoyance. This was beginning to put a road block in his work...
Perhaps he should have waited with Tron to be healed himself, but using magic on something like this seemed unnecessary. Things like this could heal over time, with the proper treatment. Surely he had given it enough attention?
"Pointless," he scowled and tried to return his focus to his drawings. His concentration still slipped and he reached out to the cd player he had and cranked up the sound so that the classical music echoed throughout, then rested his head back tiredly. "Give it a few more days," he told himself. A few more days and it would heal.
For now, he would have his own private party.