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[thebabblingfool]

Character(s): Dr. Cid and Kid hey that rhymes harhar
Content: Dr. Cid is searching for any material that he can use to make new rooks and Kid comes across him. He looks down at her until he hears about her particular ability and quickly has a change of heart...
Setting: The Glass Bonsai [G5], then heading towards Cid's Shop.
Time: Early morning

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[timestealer]

Kid had been wandering about, filching bits of wealth from the pockets of the obviously rich (well, it was her job, and she had to make money somehow) when she had taken note of an interesting-looking store. "Glass Bonsai, huh? Sounds intrestin'..." Kid muttered to herself, strolling inside. She rarely stole from shops, but there might be something useful in here.

Upon entering, she noted the bespectacled man, muttering to himself and looking through what looked like spare parts. Having nothing else to do besides go back to stealing from the general populace, Kid walked up to him. "Oi, gramps," she greeted shamelessly, smiling at him. "What are ya doin'?" Maybe he needed help.

[thebabblingfool]

Gramps? Cid let out a long sigh in response to the girl's voice. Of course someone like her would be the sort to bother him from his work - couldn't he have someone of more... class? Intelligence, perhaps? He scowled and turned his attention over his shoulder to glare at the girl.

What was he doing? He was working. And she... she interrupted him.

Blast.

"Shopping," was his answer, the annoyance evident in his voice, if the rest of his composure hadn't given him away.

[timestealer]

Kid laughed at the old man's annoyance. "Sorry," she laughed, not sounding it in the least; for some reason, she felt contrary today and his annoyance was amusing. "What're you shopping for?" And then she saw what he was holding and thought she understood.

"That one's no good," she stated suddenly, her bright blue eyes skimming over the table. From the looks of it, he was searching for mechanical parts, and Kid's hands swept carefully through the large pile on the table. She saw something that looked at least a little more sturdy. "Now, I dunno much about this sorta thing," she chuckled, offering the mechanism to the man, "but doesn't this one seem a bit better?" she toyed with it a little, listening to the clicking and whirring. "This one's a lot more sturdy lookin' than th' one yer holdin'."

[thebabblingfool]

((oh lordie Flight, sorry x.x Life is taking a bite out of my soul :| ))

She was... well, any child was considered a pest to him, really. The only one who made it into his standards was that Rika one, and only because she could see Venat. This one? No. Even if she did seem to have a good eye.

With a long sigh, he put down the piece he was holding and gave her a look. "Indeed, it may be more sturdy," he explained, "but they are all just wrong. This city has nothing of use..." he mumbled the last bit more to himself, while walking over to where Kid was and snatching the part from her hand, looking it over with the same disdain he had for the other.

Would anything he build out of this rubbish hold together?

[timestealer]

"Ya know," Kid chuckled, still ignoring the old man's disdain, "there's gotta be a mechanical shop around this city somewhere." She thought to herself. "Better'n this place." She rummaged through the pile, her thief's eye picking out the valuable looking parts easily. She picked them up and held them out for the man to look at.

"An', ya know, I wouldn't say that it's got nothing of use," she smiled. "I've found some pretty interestin' things." She laughed to herself; it had been fun picking pockets today. "Anyway, me name's Kid. Who're you?"

[thebabblingfool]

"If you've noticed, this city is lacking on the mechanic side, other than the trains," he drawled. He stepped away and shook his head, his attention momentarily shifting to a space of air - empty to her eyes - besides him, muttering, "Oh yes, I know your opinion on that, but still, it's absurd."

He then shook his head and rolled his head back towards her. "Interesting does not make sturdy creations. They merely distract from a proper line of work." His eyes shifted again to his side, seeming to acknowledge something, but made no response.

"I am Doctor Cidolfus Demen Bunansa," he told her, and then after a moment, added with a small smirk, "Cid, for short."

[timestealer]

Kid nodded - she had noticed. "Yeah, but I'm sure I've heard of one somewhere." She raised an eyebrow. "Who're you talkin' to?" she inquired curiously - perhaps he was conversing with a ghost.

Or perhaps he was insane. Kid didn't mind either way; she had come around some strange occurrences in her lifetime, not least men who spoke to empty air. "Not always," she pointed out, "things can be interestin' without bein' useless."

She grinned and stuck out her hand to shake his. "Quite a name you've got there!" She snapped her fingers all of a sudden, remembering. "That's it!" she exclaimed, pleased that she'd finally remembered. "Cid's shop is the place with th' parts!" She had never been there, but she had heard of it.

[thebabblingfool]

He didn't answer the girl's question. He merely gave her a silent look and then rolled his eyes. She merely didn't need to know, and that was that. If Cid cared what people said of him, he certainly never showed it. Or changed his ways.

Although Cid did admit, a bit begrudgingly, "There is some truth to that," and then he cringed a bit when she brought up that particular shop. It figured that it would be the one of any real use, just as Venat had mentioned. It was still bothersome, however.

"I was afraid so," he muttered, both to the girl, and Venat. He tossed down whatever scrap he was holding, back into the pile of assorted junk as he preferred to see it as. He turned away swiftly and headed for the door. Venat would tell him if the girl were to follow - he would hope against it, but he wasn't in a mood to throw her away from him.

Even if it was sounding appealing.

[timestealer]

Crazy people didn't do that, as far as Kid knew. Crazy people just ranted at you about how they weren't crazy, or something similar. Kid had seen insane people in her life, had even travelled with them, but she hadn't minded. It was just the way they were, and if they hadn't cared and didn't cause any trouble about it, why should she?

Kid grinned at the man admitting, however begrudgingly, that she was right. It was kind of strange, how he shared even a nickname with that of the shop's owner - though Kid had never met him, she had also never heard the name before. "D'you own the shop?" she asked, trotting after him. "Or d'you need directions?"

As grouchy as the old man was, if he needed help, Kid wasn't about to leave him.