Who: Cid Highwind, Jake Jensen, anyone who happens to be around /o/
Where: Outskirts of the Fourth District of Somni at a small hangar
Style: First
Status: Open
[there was a loud BANG followed by a louder stream of curses.]
God dammit mother fu- Jake!
JAKE!
[cue the sound of crashing and banging metal. more like a fist slamming into something.]
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He walks on over to where Cid was, with a somewhat nervous tic as he opens his mouth to talk.]
That's the, what, third time today?
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You sure you want to do that. You just said it was old yourself. Wouldn't want that failing suddenly just because it conks out before everything else.
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That's the problem with kids these days. Always tryin' ta do the new thing and waste perfectly good material.
[he then patted the hunk of metal scrap.] Was gonna save this for somethin' else, but doesn't look like we have much of a choice.
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[Nope, he's oblivious to his motor mouth running again.]
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Hey! What was that for?
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[don't think he won't smack you again, Jensen.]
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