Things Can Always Get Worse - Traverse Town [COMPLETE]

[ehrgeiz_king]

He seemed to be having quite the misadventures here in Traverse Town. The exploding house, lacking money for food, the waterway collapsing, reminisces about Seifer, catching a god damned cold… He wasn’t bitter, he wasn’t. Or so he told himself

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[recalcitrantly]

No. Life was not good. In fact, it was so not good that it bordered sucking.

Not only did the Gummi ship ride end in a little fiasco that involved him being harassed by every member aboard, [not that he didn’t badger them first-thinking ahead, since they all looked like a rather shifty bunch] but he got tossed overboard like cargo into this backwater world where no one wanted to be. By the looks of it, everyone here looked depressed, weird, and hell not even the sun bothered to show up. No wonder there was a bar as the only public out-door attraction.

Café. Whatever. Technicalities only mattered in paperwork anyway.

The redhead wandered inside to the rather lively crowd within. A couple of scattered people, and a entire audience of lively looking chairs. How pleasant. Reno claimed one of them more in the middle of the place, tilted it back, and placed both of his feet right on the table. “Ahh. Finally off that pile of crap.” and into some place more suitable. Homely, even

[ehrgeiz_king]

Bordered sucking? Please. It had crossed miles ago.

He turned to find a spiky redhead in an unkempt suit looking him over like a piece of meat in a butcher shop, and needless to say, it was quite irritating. Come to think of it, did he know this guy? Well, he was talking to him, and it seemed like he was trying to remember his name, which indicated they had in fact met. He seemed pretty familiar...

Oh. Right. He was from Hollow Bastion. The little punk Turk who always tried to defy every protcol possible. Unfortunately the only name that came to mind was Punk.

He stared upon being called "hot dog kid." Hot dog kid. Right.

This is not Seifer. This is not Seifer... he repeated over and over in his mind.

That acomplished, he forced a rather strained grin at the other man (apparently named Reno) and said, "Sorry man. I don't have any munny."

Which really made one wonder why he was in a café in the first place.

[recalcitrantly]

Crossed the line of sucking miles ago? Well that couldn’t be argued in the least. But his sucked much further than anyone else’s possibly could

[ehrgeiz_king]

Further than anyone else's possibly could. Right. Apparently that included people who just had some sort of sharp object rammed straight into their stomach that went all the way back to their spine, was bleeding to death, and was being raped senseless by--

Woah. Morbid thought. Keep it together, man.

Was this guy ADD or what? First it was, "Get Reno a drink" and next it was, "My tie deserves more attention than you." Well. That was a great way to get things out of people. From the way things seemed he acted like this quite often, as though he owned the god-damned universe or something. And quite frankly it made him want to punch they guy in the face. The urge just grew when the redhead turned back to him and yet was still not paying attention.

He rolled his eyes at the demand. He was really not in the mood for this shit. The other man's face was beginning to look something akin to a target now. But, over the years, he had learned some restraint to his anger, so he kept the in-genuine grin plastered firmly to his face

[recalcitrantly]

Morbid thoughts? Puh-lease. The only morbid thought in that could be actually acting it out on a very blonde, very hot-dog loving, very un-useful SeeD. Nope. His day was pretty much dominating the word Suck in all variations, categories, and genres. Most because of non-compliant punk kids.

No, no. This little one wasn’t taking his paper-training well at all. These were the kind that had to be kept on little leashes until they did what he wanted. All the little SeeD bitches he had dealt with had the same exact problem. They couldn’t go on the papers, they had to piss him off. Instead of seeming miffed about the order to get the drink himself, Reno put both hands behind his head. He relaxed, tilted his chair back, and even spoke rather calmly. “But you’re so convenient.” Being more blunt Reno gave a small shrug. “That’s all SeeD’s had ever done anyway: go-fer errands.” He tired of tapping the table. Hopefully the empty table wouldn’t be empty soon. This was all getting tiresome.

Tip for service? Ha. No.

[ehrgeiz_king]

Day dominating the word Suck in all variations? Hahaha... No. Though, perhaps some credit was due; it was about as close to Suck as spoiled, whiny little brats knew. Perhaps the direct object of the morbid thought should be shifted to be enacted upon a very red-headed, very alcohol-loving, very lazy Turk to put him out of his misery, the poor baby.

Apparently it wasn't to evident to the other man that he should just leave the dog alone; it was one investment not worth the price. The itch to punch him in the face was getting stronger. Sooner or later, he'd have to give in and scratch it. Dogs never did seem to listen to goldbricks anyway. They were much more likely bite them instead. All those little Turk fuckers never seemed to understand that. But then, why would the lazy bastards do something simple when they could push it on to someone else?

He jumped up at Reno's comment, chair falling to the ground with a thud. Oh, how he wanted to punch the little bitch, but he'd show some self-restraint. For now."Errands, huh? That's more

[recalcitrantly]

Well was there a certain blonde who had to go through the trials of being jammed in a gummi ship, harassed by all the passengers on there to the point of almost being hung by his tie in the cockpit? No. There was only a hot-dog loving blonde that spent his day breaking shit. Reno would have loved to spend his day breaking shit... or rather, getting people to break shit while he watched them and made sure they did it right

[ehrgeiz_king]

Please. The world would have been better off if they had actually succeeded in hanging the goldbrick from his tie. Because though he might look like he was useful, he was really quite the opposite. Evading simple tasks. Tsk tsk. He was clearly the epitome of laziness, a shining beacon of sloth for the masses. And this brat was in the military? No wonder Ansem had gone mad. With people like Reno, the regime surely was hanging by its threads far earlier than recorded by history.

Sadly, there was only so much he could take. Granted, it was far more then could be accounted for in previous years, but he simply did not take well with arrogant, smirking, little wanna-be gangsters who thought they owned the universe. Well then. He'd have to show the little bitch (with the hair that looked something akin to a dead animal) that this was simply not the case.

So, with one swift, fluid motion, he connected his fist with the man's face.

[recalcitrantly]

Of coarse it had to be noted that Ansem had quite a bit to do with Hollow Bastion going down. The fact that he created heartless, summoned them and plunged the world into perpetual darkness while consuming peoples hearts probably had a lot to do with the world going under. Now. Was it really the drunk people who were very fun when sloshed and did Ansem’s bidding despite being tipsy? Or was it those SeeD bitches who were always whining and crying that “wah my gunblade” broke or “wah we don’t have rocket launchers” or “wah we’re out of fucking hot dogs again”. No. It was the winy bastards SeeD who had driven that man fruitier than a One-winged pineapple

[ehrgeiz_king]

It said a lot about the intellect of the military. Obviously this was how Ansem had succeeded in the first place. The little Turks just didn't have the brains to realize, "Hey, the people we deliver to the king keep disappearing!" Had they realized something as simple as that, many of the experiments would have gone unfinished. But no, they continued giving the man his live samples. SeeD at the very least was able to realize, "Hey, something funny's going on!" But sadly, because of the way the military kept helping the man's cause, not much could be done about it. And surely a little harmless whining was far less irritating than idiotic drunken endeavors.

Now. Considering the situation, Reno was without a doubt full of shit. Granted, he hadn't hit too hard, but he had years of experience in martial arts, and it only took a grand total of three pounds of pressure to break a nose. Luckily for the little punk, he hadn't aimed for that area. Otherwise his face would be smashed in. Further, if the punch was so god damned weak, he wouldn't

[recalcitrantly]

There was something to be said as far as personal gain in the fact that they were doing their job. Hell, as long as they weren’t getting sent out after each other there wasn’t anything to worry about. They got free booze and they got room and board. Who the hell cared about disappearing kids? Maybe they were finally getting sick of all the idiocy that leaked over from that other branch and got the smarts to end their lives there. Who cared? They got shiny guns, and they got to point them at people without getting bitched at. It was the awesomest thing ever

[ehrgeiz_king]

And that was the military for you: a bunch of drunken frat kids. Ansem didn't need mind-control or brain-washing, not when when he had a bunch of drunk children to do his bidding. There was no army quite like an army of smashed ADD little brats. Of course they were too complacent to care about the consequences of following orders blindly; they got shiny objects! It wasn't in their brain capacity to deny themselves the wholesome goodness of the shiny objects

[recalcitrantly]

Shiny things were good. Shiny things were very good. Probably not around military organizations that gave children liquor as well as guns topping it off with distracting them with shiny objects. Yes, quite a wonder that the Hollow Bastion army hadn’t been the worlds own undoing, but alas beside the entire point. Bringing up shiny objects while referencing a defense to Zell probably wasn’t a good idea to begin with