Jul 30, 2008 09:03
[starting off in M13]The last part of the night was little more than a blur in Homura's mind. The men had rushed in, but not joined them, instead staying off to themselves. Before any of them had a chance to react, however, a voice sounded through the air, mocking some other person Homura had never heard of, and the patients themselves
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Cid awoke in his room with a groan and a hand to his head. Shit, this again. He remembered the events of yesterday pretty clearly up until getting hit in the head by that Sora kid, and then... it was kinda a blur. He remembered a nurse telling him he should take it easy and then conking out once he got back to his room. So much for rallying his buddies and getting something done.
Anyway, he'd already lost so much time in this joint that a day or two wasn't going to make much of a difference aside for his mood being slightly worse than usual. He was glad he'd gotten to talk to the kid, at least, and now he didn't dislike him or think he was particularly crazy anymore-in fact, he was kinda... well, endearing-but that didn't make the side of his face any less sore. (As if injuries in the night weren't fucking enough! His nose was still pretty tender ( ... )
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It was Allelujah who woke the next morning, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. His chest was bandaged where he'd been burned, the pain of it shooting through him as he moved. Damn. What had he done?
The bitch attacked us.
That was true, he supposed. She'd attacked them and he couldn't feel all that much sympathy for her now despite the cruelty that Hallelujah had shown which she deserved for what she did.
He rubbed his head and let the nurse lead him into the cafeteria when she arrived. He didn't much care about what the food was, he just felt tired and confused and what if she told someone what he'd done? What does it matter? Well, he didn't exactly want to get lynched, although he supposed that the feeling wasn't really a new one.
The nurse led him over to a table and settled him opposite an older man who Allelujah smiled at awkwardly. "Hello."
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Cid glanced up from a forkful of syrup-drenched pancakes and smirked.
"Yo." He shoved the food in his mouth and chewed, sizing up the other guy in the meantime. Looked about Cloud's age and had the same kind of melancholy air about him, though maybe that was just Cid wishing his buddies were all together and kicking ass again. Of course, given the way things had been going lately, with AVALANCHE members dropping like flies day-by-day and the remaining ones not being able to find each other... Well, hell, he'd better start talking to people outside of his norm. (And putting up bulletin board posts his own damn self.)
After a moment's consideration, Cid swallowed his food and gestured his fork at the guy.
"So, how much did your night suck?" He asked, using his other hand to grab his glass of orange juice and take a swig. He sighed. "Or were you passed out dead on the damn cot like me?"
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Allelujah smiled in response, trying a bit of pancake which had been practically drenched in syrup. Were they really trying to send him into a sugar coma when he wasn't used to it? Every day had something sugary that he'd never tried and he wasn't sure he'd ever get used to it. It was good too. Pancakes soon went onto his list of favourite foods. It was a very short list and so far consisted of 'pancakes' and 'coffee'.
He shrugged, smiling wryly at the question. Typical for it to come up. "I went outside and got burned by someone," he said, fighting down a wave of memories that had been brought up by that little encounter. Hallelujah still wanted to finish the job. "I didn't get anything useful done though." Except grab a box of cigarrettes and he did have to be grateful for Hallelujah's willingness to listen to him on matters of strategy.
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He took a bite out of the sausage, glancing around the room for his comrades again. He'd sure feel stupid if he saw them just after putting up that post on the bulletin, but hey, he wasn't going to take any chances for the sake of appearances anymore.
"And as far as gettin' things done..." he added, putting setting his fork back on his plate. He sighed, scratching the side of his head that wasn't bruised. "Welcome to the club, kid."
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He took another few bites of food enjoying the taste and promising himself that he'd only eat half of it.
"I take it that happens a lot then?"
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He rubbed the back of his neck as he let out a sigh. He'd sure gone down the world: the Wutai War's legendary pilot, reduced to sitting on his ass and eating pancakes because he couldn't do a damn thing.
He halfheartedly jabbed his fork into another piece of his meal and glanced back up. After a moment's thought, he smiled wryly and outstretched his hand over the table.
"Name's Cid, by the way-Captain Cid Highwind."
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He took the man's hand and shook it firmly, feeling callouses there. "Allelujah Haptism," he replied. "Pleased to meet you Captain." He frowned thinking for a moment. More potential military titles. They made him uneasy considering most of the military would love to have him in custody. "What are you captain of?" he asked with genuine curiosity.
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"An airship!" He said, his mood immediately lifted as he stabbed another sausage. "Named Highwind after yours truly. 'Course..." he added, taking a bite, "I'm a pilot born and bred. And an engineer."
It figured that talking about himself and his old life nearly always cheered Cid up.
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He smiled genuinely at the other man. It was good to see someone happy in this place. "A pilot? I know a few pilots where I'm from," he replied. "Have you ever been into space?"
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"Hell yeah I've been!" He said with happy pride, crossing his arms over his chest. "First man in space, in fuckin' fact! ...If y'don't count a couple of other losers who were with me, but I-" he jabbed his thumb at himself "-am the one who worked my ass off for it!"
He was about to continue when the thought occurred to him that it was only in his world that he was the first man in space, a truly disturbing and disheartening fact. His grin faltered and his body language shifted; the one negative thought had given rise to a whole slew, the first of which was Shera and how she'd saved his life and he'd treated her like shit for it.
After a moment, he sighed and picked up his fork again, sticking it into some more pancakes.
"Then again, that's just in my world," he muttered. It didn't make the personal achievement any less but it sure put a damper on the bragging rights. And everything else.
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"That's really impressive," he replied smiling reassuringly at the other man. "I kind of wish it was that exciting where I'm from," he admitted. "It would be nice to see earth from space and be the first person to actually see that sight. It doesn't feel so special anymore in my world." Not when it was rapidly being colonised by humanity intent on causing warfare.
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"Yeah, yeah, I know. Still doesn't make bein' stuck in this joint any less shitty." He paused, looking off with some nostalgia. "Though... yeah, it's... pretty damn amazing."
He was just about to pull himself out of his slump and ask the guy just what kind of technology his world used to manage frequent space transportation when the intercom sounded and announced the next shift. Cid sighed, watching a nurse come towards him with weary eyes.
"Guess this is the end of breakfast," he said, standing up. He flashed the kid a grin. "See ya around."
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