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Somewhere outside of Traverse Town

Apr 21, 2006 02:41

Setting: Abandoned Area a few hours walk outside of Traverse Town
Character(s): Veld Dragoon (volenteonolente)and Cid Highwind (drinkyourtea)
Status: [Completed]
Summary: Veld wakes up in a lab and takes a walk. Cid, also walking, meets up with Veld and old man bonding begins.

( Completed: Veld and Cid are shopping... no, honest, they are. )

neutral, traverse_town, veld_dragoon

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Cid's powers of deduction amaze me! drinkyourtea April 23 2006, 07:01:06 UTC

Veld had to excuse Cid while he had a 'what the fuck' moment. His face screwed up again before stubbornly relaxing.

"Shit," he began in a gruff voice, "haven't heard that name in awhile. Yeah, I am. How d'ya know that, though?" Cid had not seen anyone else from his world in...damn, it'd been a long time. He was sure they'd been lost or perhaps found another world to crash course on. At least, he hoped so. Honestly, Cid only wished death on the unfortunate few who pissed him off in unimaginable ways.

...It could be argued, then, that he'd like to rip quite a few holes in quite a few people, but that's not the point.

"You from the--" Cid started again, but stopped. The Planet. It was the missing piece he needed. "Hey, now I remember you!" The pilot bared his teeth but not threateningly. For just a second he was like a puppy that'd just found a big bone to chew on. "Yer from ShinRa? The Turks? Yeah, I remember you. Fucking eons ago, that was."

He was pretty sure the Turk made some snide comment about space to him back then. That sole reason might have been the only factor that kept Veld's face in his head.

"Yer name though..." Cid trailed off, agitated now. He snapped his fingers, and then pointed an accusing finger. "What the hell is it? It ain't something like Joe."

Re: now, what do you expect him to be? A rocket scientist? :D volenteonolente April 23 2006, 07:07:15 UTC

"Veld Dragoon, Turks." He answered, automatically.

Veld shifted his weight, crossing his arms over his chest. Yes… now he remembered. Punks in the Air Training Units, tried to start a fight with one of his kids, he'd had to come in and sit them on their asses properly.

"Highwind." He filled in the only name he recalled for the blond.

Something told Veld that they were both a very long way from home.

...Cid and science are scary to mix sometimes. o.O drinkyourtea April 24 2006, 00:38:54 UTC

Obviously Veld had the better memory of the two because Cid sure as hell couldn't figure out why he was automatically bugged by the man's voice. Usually he remembered people that irked him. Ah well, it was probably one of those late night brain cramps. The kind that came around when you're too damn tired to be doing this shit all the time.

"Well, Dragoon, now that that's sorted," he began after a second of silence, eyebrows casually narrowed. He might have been annoyed or that might have been his regular expression. It was doubtful anyone knew for sure. "I'm gonna have to take ya into town. 'Less you don't want clean clothes and a shower, that is. I don't fuckin' care either way and I'm thinkin' neither do you."

Cid didn't feel right just leaving the man there alone. He was a Turk, sure, and Turks could take care of themselves. From the looks of it, Veld didn't appear armed. He might give the man a weapon...if he was sure Veld wouldn't automatically turn around and shoot him as thanks. Cid didn't trust anybody from ShinRa as far as he could throw Palmer.

Veld and Cid should so host Mythbusters volenteonolente April 25 2006, 01:26:16 UTC

A shower would be wonderful, Veld thought without really looking like he was considering. He nodded in a professional manner. "Yes, a shower and a change of clothing would be nice." He hadn't failed to notice that the clothes he had on were not going to be good to be worn, oh, ever again.

His hand had stopped tapping, though, that was a good thing. No fits around new people.

Or maybe Cid Highwind didn't know about Veld's "problem". That would be really nice; he remembered that most of ShinRa treated him like a bomb of sorts. It used to make Vincent angry…

And then he remembered the rest of it. Vincent… god he had to find him. Veld had to say sorry.

He looked around again and frowned. "This is no where near Midgar… is it?"

And where were any of those little heartless? He had other questions, but best not to overload the other man. It would seem like an interrogation then.

*snicker* What things could they disprove? drinkyourtea April 25 2006, 21:11:10 UTC

Cid shook his head with a grunt. "Nope, no where fuckin' near it. Yer on a different world." He hadn't given Midgar much thought, really. It'd been awhile since he even considered those people. The way he figured..things would turn out the best if he just put it behind him.

Veld...well, Veld could do what he pleased. Cid wasn't around enough back then to catch wind of the man's fits, but he remembered hearing some rumors. Most of them shouldn't be spoken around children. Virgin ears were fragile.

"Well, c'mon then," Cid instructed with a nod of his head back towards town. He shouldered his weapon casually and turned slightly. "It ain't gettin' any lighter. The Heartless may be scarce 'round here now, but when it gets real dark a few will pop up here and there." They were more annoying than dangerous, really, but that was just Cid's opinion.

"I'll take ya to the little inn. You can stay there until morning."

If the attendant had a problem with that, she could just shove it.

LOTS of things, like... oh, if taking Cids smokes is really healthier than letting him smoke! volenteonolente April 26 2006, 05:16:35 UTC

Veld nodded, but didn't say thank you. He started following Cid, looking around. "The little black things, are those heartless?" He asked.

"And if you don't mind me asking, what year is it?" He was getting clothes, and a shower, and then he could find Vincent. Maybe Cid knew him. He'd ask later.

Square Enix did it...and look what happened! drinkyourtea April 28 2006, 05:11:29 UTC

Cid nodded to confirm Veld's first question, but didn't go into any further detail with it.

At the question of what year it was, though, Cid stopped walking. His eyebrows came together in the confusing realization that...he did not know the year. "Uh, I've got no idea," the pilot recovered, coughing uncomfortably, "ask somebody in town."

And eventually, they did arrive in Traverse Town. The streets were empty save for a few wandering animals - one of which Cid had to poke with his spear to get out of the way of the inn doors. The dog's ears perked up lazily, but the creature wouldn't move until Cid stomped his boot on its tail. It yelped in surprise and took off, vanishing down some nearby alley.

"Damn critters..." the man grumbled. He made sure Veld was still behind him before pushing open one of the doors.

Unsurprisingly, the attendant was not at the front desk waiting. She often frittered her evening hours away goofing off. Whatever - tonight it just meant Cid didn't have to pay.

"They keep a couple sets o' spare clothes in the guest rooms," he explained after a quick check around both corners of the desk. Finding the girl absent, he stomped around the counter to grab keys. "Ye might be able to find something ye like. If not, the shops open up at the crack 'o dawn every mornin'. One of 'em should let you buy the clothes on credit."

Cid led Veld to room 104. He unlocked the door and then tossed the keys to him.

... that's not Cid, it's his LAME cousin. Cid kicks his ass a lot. volenteonolente April 30 2006, 09:10:02 UTC

Veld watched the dog skuttle off without a word and followed Cid Highwind. Memory issues seemed to be common, he wondered if other mental problems were. Veld noted the clothes were simple, and he'd probably take his gil to the nearest shop and try to get something.

"You, wouldn't… by chance, know a Vincent Valentine would you?" Veld asked, almost too late. Sooner or later, Cid would recall that the two of them hadn't seen eye to eye, Veld needed to ask that while he could.

They look too much alike to be cousins...! drinkyourtea May 1 2006, 22:23:32 UTC

Cid sees eye to eye with anyone...?

"Vincent Valentine?" Cid repeated, rubbing his stubby chin. He thought good and hard about the question since nothing initially popped into his head. Veld might have thought he'd lost Cid to his mental pondering if the pilot didn't suddenly snap his fingers. Eureka!

"Ah yeah, Valentine, yeah, I know that guy." Well, he didn't really know him, but who's keeping track of the specifics? "He worked with you, right? Haven't seen his ass in a long, long time." It was such a long time ago that he couldn't remember the last memory he had of the black-haired fellow.

Cid felt really senile lately...

"Why? Yer lookin' for him?"

uhm... twins whose parents were horribly set on the name "cid"? volenteonolente May 3 2006, 01:02:02 UTC

Veld frowned, the bits clinked into his memory, slow moving and grating together likes old stones. "I… I should be."

He let the silence drift in-between himself and Cid for a few more moments, trying to think about if he had actually ever spoken to Cid, or if he'd only loomed a lot. Trying to put together what the last thing he'd said to Vincent…

All that Veld knew was that he was going to have to say that he was sorry to Vincent. That was really, all that he'd felt was important.

"Yes, actually, I know that I am."

...hey, hey, I just noticed the Rufus post is open! *randomly switching the subject time!* drinkyourtea May 3 2006, 01:40:48 UTC

Instead of being a bothersome pest, Cid didn't pry. He could bug the shit out of most people when he desired, but he wasn't stupid. You didn't mess with a Turk (or former Turk, for that matter) unless it was written in stone that you would win...or that you could run very, very fast afterwards.

Vincent Valentine seemed like one of those...touchy subjects. Cid had his share of those.

"...Well," he began after a second, rubbing the back of his head, "there's this group in town I'm part of called the Resistance. We're sorta in charge of keeping this town from going ape shit from the Heartless. I dunno what shit we've got planned, but yer welcome to join." The other members were suspiciously absent tonight. He assumed they were shirking off and being mindless idiots--er, children.

"A lot of people from other worlds show up here first, so ya got a pretty good shot of finding him with a big group."

Cid wasn't the best recruiter. He just sort of rambled until he hoped Veld understood. Besides, they were really hurting for members. Most of the townsfolk knew better than to tangle with short, black, yellow-eyed creatures.

Why SO IT IS! I think the disaster twins should crash it. volenteonolente May 3 2006, 01:52:47 UTC

Veld nodded, it would make sense, to join up with a group that could help him locate Vincent. He knew Vincent was there, it was something... somewhat entrenched in his system that told him that.

"I suppose, though I'm not one for most people." He said, hoping that no one was extremely contact oriented in Cid's little troupe.

Reno: *plays air guitar in the background* / ...I didn't just draw that. Nope. Can't prove it! drinkyourtea May 3 2006, 21:26:26 UTC

"Heh, ye sound like Leon," Cid commented, grinning. The others tended to act like chickens with their heads cut off at any given moment. Damn squirts. If Cid had to deal with anymore people under the age of twenty, he'd likely introduce them to the sharp end of Mr. Spear.

"I can introduce ya to the rest of the group tomorrow, if ya'd like."

Two things: Rude's posted in Ruffles thread. also Cid + Veld + keyblades = comedy gold volenteonolente May 14 2006, 17:34:32 UTC

Veld nodded. "That would be helpful." He was once again reminded that he was covered in blood and felt sticky. "Where should I meet you?"

Yes, things were coming together in his head. Shower was the first thing he should do, then get weapons, then new clothes. After that he could start looking for Vincent, and then apologize for being an asshole.

Not that he recalled what he'd said, but he knew that it was his fault.

Cid and Veld - holders of the sacred keyblade! Observe as they kill those DAMN CRITTERS! drinkyourtea May 14 2006, 23:05:39 UTC

"How 'bout right by the front desk here? Nine-ish tomorrow morning good?" Cid should be awake by then. "Just some quick introductions, nothing big an' fancy, then we can go about finding you a weapon."

He said it'd be nothing big and fancy because it's not like the group could refuse Veld's help. They weren't picky. You fight? You're in!

...Yeah, it was a lame club.

And telling that girly punk Leon to CUT HIS DAMN HAIR! volenteonolente May 14 2006, 23:34:47 UTC

Veld nodded. "That works for me." He was starting to appreciate Cid Highwind, practical man that was straight forward. Veld may actually start to respect him, unless he was still one of those people with his head in the stars, but then again, a good yelling at usually fixed that.

"My main goal is finding Vincent." He said, knowing that Cid would appreciate the honesty. "But I don't have any problems helping you out in exchange for some clothes, food and weapons."

Two kids ran down the hall then, whooping about something. "Hey!" Veld snapped, "does this look like a goddamn theme park!?"

The children both halted, looking near tears and slowly… slowly, walked back to their room.

"Punks…"

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