Danny -- 34
Who: Cid and Danny
Where: Cid’s Garage
Style: EITHER.
Status: Cloooosed sorry.
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“Cid?”
Danny pounds on the garage’s side door, taking a brief moment to savor the familiar raucus. After all, it’s been a while since he’s been by here, and in spite of the very real reasons he had for taking a break, it’s nice to be back.
Moment gone, Danny opens ( Read more... )
Where: Cid’s Garage
Style: EITHER.
Status: Cloooosed sorry.
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“Cid?”
Danny pounds on the garage’s side door, taking a brief moment to savor the familiar raucus. After all, it’s been a while since he’s been by here, and in spite of the very real reasons he had for taking a break, it’s nice to be back.
Moment gone, Danny opens ( Read more... )
"God dammit--DANNY is that you? Fuck kid just get in here and quit yelling!"
The voice came from the far side of the garage near the office. Several of the NPCs that had seemed to take employment there only gave a quick glance at Cid's direction before returning to their own projects. They had grown quite accustomed to such small events, apparently.
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"Sorry I've been away so long," Danny says apologetically, appearing by one of the work tables. "Stuff happened. Lots of it."
Assuming that that's enough to explain his extended absence, the boy looks around the unofficially designated work-area. "What're you doing?"
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But at the kid's question, his mood lightens up considerably. He quickly pulls out a well-read, bent, folded, rolled up this way and that blueprint and slams it onto the table. "But thanks to all that shit, I finally came up with this." With a grin, he turned to look at Danny. "Danny, meet the future Highwind II!"
With the knew knowledge he had been able to obtain from the past week, Cid was finally able to work out a design for the airship he had been dreaming of since he first arrived into Somarium. "It's gonna take a lot of work, but we should be able to find all the necessary parts. Hell, I can even make those damn dream flight cores without havin' ta step into those research labs." He tapped the side of his head. "Got it all up here."
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"You're kidding. We can actually make one, now?" He waves a hand at the abused blueprints. "We can make a real airship?!"
Danny pumps a fist into the air, grin having reached shit-eating proportions. "Awesome! Where do we start?!"
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"Since I can't use those research facilities, we're gonna have to improvise and start from scratch. I looked up all the parts that'll probably work with a few modifications. We'll start out with a smaller propeller plane. It's the engines that'll be the problem so if we can get that ta work, it'll be smooth sailin' on scalin' it up from there."
He looks over at Danny. "Think ya can find some of these parts? If ya need the cash, just tell me and I'll cover for it."
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"Yeah, I can probably find these. Just give me a few days to--" Figure out what a couple of these names mean, "--scope out the prices. I might even find some good bargains."
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"The main problem will figuring out how to create a large enough conductor for the dream energy. We're at a disadvantage there, but I'll figure out somethin'."
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"I'm sure you'll figure it out, Cid. You're like my dad. ... You know, without the fudge and deeply-rooted obsession with ghosts."
He coughs a little, before waving at the plan-covered table. "What I mean is, if you can get this far from scratch, you can probably invent anything."
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"Your dad...huh."
As if trying to cover up from that flub, Cid promptly stood up and walked over to work bench just adjacent to where they were.
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"He's sort of an inventor, too, you know," Danny explains, following the man over to the other table. "Not of 'airships' and stuff, but--weird things. Ghost-hunting things."
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"Well, no offense to my parents, but half the stuff they make blows up halfway into the 'making' process. And when their high-tech lab consists of 'almost anywhere in the house'..."
The kid rolls his eyes and sighs. "It doesn't help much either that--... Well, some of their stuff tends to aim for me." Pause. "Because of my super-strength thing. It's sort of ghost-ish."
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His shoulders shook a little as he shook his head, a wry grin on his face. "Kid, that's gotta be the craziest shit I've heard about a family yet."
Cid then reached over to take another wrench and started tinkering with another section of the engine. "So whaddya think yer folks gonna do when they figure it out?"
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"Heh, eh," Danny says. "Well, they'll probably ground me for the rest of my life first, for lying for so long. But they'll also accept me, too. I mean, come on, I'm their kid! Not to sound seriously corny, or whatever, but... well, they love me more than anything." And that uncomfortable, quietly cold feeling is from the awkwardness of talking to Cid about these things, not anything else.
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It was essentially his way of dropping the topic for him. No need to butt into the kid's business more than he already did. Still, if he had answered, it would have been some kind of word of encouragement. Family is family no matter, and he seemed liked a bright kid. Probably had a decent upbringing. But Cid wasn't a man for words like that. He'd let the kid figure that out on his own.
"And grab that penlight and 3/4" socket wrench over there," he added, not moving from his spot.
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He's smart enough to know when a subject is dropped, like it has been now. Part of him wonders what Cid's thinking about what he said, but he's not nearly curious enough to brave asking. For now he'll settle with sneaking a glance or two up at Cid, before deciding that no, the man doesn't look like he's having a last dinner with a doomed kid. He must have high hopes, too.
At the second request, Danny is forced to do a little more searching. When he comes back he offers them both, looking at them.
"Hey, Cid? How'd you get into this kind of thing, anyway?"
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