Thursday Afternoon: The Docks
The Fahrenheit flew into Fandom low and fast, skimming only a few feet over the waves. At the last possible moment, the engines let out a horrific whine and the airship skidded into a flat spin. It turned through 270 degrees and settled perfectly into position at the end of a pier. Almost perfectly into position. As the engines were spining down, a voice was shouting "I! AM! GREATEST!" in heavily accented English, and the airship was slowly lowering itself into the water, it took off the end of the pier with a loud CRUNCH.
A ramp lowered itself from the vessel, with a bald man in orange on it clinging to the railing for dear life. He straightened himself up, collected his wits, stretched, and stepped off onto the pier. //"Damn fool boy..."//
Six people wearing matching outfits that could only be called garish, despite being almost entirely solid blacks and browns, followed him down the ramp. The goggles really didn't help. Cid turned to them. //"All right. We need food, fresh water, axle grease for the number 2 rotor... Aw, hell, why am I telling you this? Y'all know what to do. Off with ya!"//
He waved them on and they nodded at each other and chanted in unison. //"One, two, break!"// They started walking down the pier into town, but then Cid called to them and waved them back.
//"Hey! HEY! While you're at it, try to grab a couple'a whatever passes for a decent steak around here. My daughter's coming home!"// They all nodded to him and left again.
He started to follow, and then saw the damage to the pier. And facepalmed. "BUDDY!" he called up the ramp, and switched to English. "BUDDY! When you get back to the bridge, give m'boy a smack upside the head, will ya? Only thing the boy's good at is flying the damn thing, and he can't even do that right!"
He sighed. Back to the task in front of him. He rubbed his hands together excitedly and grinned. //"Now, which way to this "school" of theirs, I wonder? M'little spitfire's waiting!"//
(OOC: written by sarcasm_guy, who will be your Cid for this evening. Establishy but open if anybody wants to poke the crazy Al Bhed.)
A ramp lowered itself from the vessel, with a bald man in orange on it clinging to the railing for dear life. He straightened himself up, collected his wits, stretched, and stepped off onto the pier. //"Damn fool boy..."//
Six people wearing matching outfits that could only be called garish, despite being almost entirely solid blacks and browns, followed him down the ramp. The goggles really didn't help. Cid turned to them. //"All right. We need food, fresh water, axle grease for the number 2 rotor... Aw, hell, why am I telling you this? Y'all know what to do. Off with ya!"//
He waved them on and they nodded at each other and chanted in unison. //"One, two, break!"// They started walking down the pier into town, but then Cid called to them and waved them back.
//"Hey! HEY! While you're at it, try to grab a couple'a whatever passes for a decent steak around here. My daughter's coming home!"// They all nodded to him and left again.
He started to follow, and then saw the damage to the pier. And facepalmed. "BUDDY!" he called up the ramp, and switched to English. "BUDDY! When you get back to the bridge, give m'boy a smack upside the head, will ya? Only thing the boy's good at is flying the damn thing, and he can't even do that right!"
He sighed. Back to the task in front of him. He rubbed his hands together excitedly and grinned. //"Now, which way to this "school" of theirs, I wonder? M'little spitfire's waiting!"//
(OOC: written by sarcasm_guy, who will be your Cid for this evening. Establishy but open if anybody wants to poke the crazy Al Bhed.)