Shera told me once to try an' keep a diary. Said it might help. Feelings and all that crap. Then she said a JOURNAL. More manly, I guess
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Re: [phone call] - she didn't read the diarythe_marlboromanFebruary 4 2010, 01:08:32 UTC
Analysis of the change that swept over the pilot's features in response to the unexpected eruption of his phone would have appropriately been judged an overreaction.
He contemplated slamming the side of his fist into it to send bits of plastic scattering. Instead, after glaring resentfully for a few rings, he set down a half empty scotch glass in a grossly unfair exchange for the PHS.
Flipping it open, he cleared his throat, his voice rolling out in a tired, familiar drawl. "....Yeah?"
Tifa. He hadn't spoken to her for... how long? Long, long. But her feminine voice was distinctive, delicate and unsure of itself. Nothing that should belong to someone who could crack a man's skull in the crook of her elbow.
At least she had spared him the bullshit pleasantries. Cid shook out a lone cigarette from a pack that had seen better days, shoving it between his lips and lighting it without ceremony. The object between his lips caused the following single spoken word to sound stuffy.
Re: [phone call]the_marlboromanFebruary 4 2010, 04:58:26 UTC
How many times had they "saved the planet" now? Twice? Fifteen? Maybe the reoccurrence was a sign. Maybe the planet was right to try and wipe itself clean of the human-virus that plagued it.
The sound of his unexpected exhale came as a grabbled half snort half cough to the other side of the communication.
"Borrow my ship? Fuck no! Are you out of your goddam mind? Ain't none of you numbskulls can handle a can opener, let alone make twenty-eight tons of steel fly!"
The volume of his voice was excessive enough to make him distance his own ear piece due to the reverb he himself has caused. "And don't you go gettin' any ideas about borrowin' her behind my back. Forget it
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A couple of us are heading to the Forgotten Capital to investigate the Lifestream disturbances. I was wondering if you'd come along?
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He contemplated slamming the side of his fist into it to send bits of plastic scattering. Instead, after glaring resentfully for a few rings, he set down a half empty scotch glass in a grossly unfair exchange for the PHS.
Flipping it open, he cleared his throat, his voice rolling out in a tired, familiar drawl. "....Yeah?"
Tifa. He hadn't spoken to her for... how long? Long, long. But her feminine voice was distinctive, delicate and unsure of itself. Nothing that should belong to someone who could crack a man's skull in the crook of her elbow.
At least she had spared him the bullshit pleasantries. Cid shook out a lone cigarette from a pack that had seen better days, shoving it between his lips and lighting it without ceremony. The object between his lips caused the following single spoken word to sound stuffy.
"...Why?"
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[chuckle]
The answer to both of those questions should be obvious.
First, whenever the Planet is in danger, it seems only suitable that we get involved.
Second, if you don't want to, mind if we borrow your airship?
[smilesmile]
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The sound of his unexpected exhale came as a grabbled half snort half cough to the other side of the communication.
"Borrow my ship? Fuck no! Are you out of your goddam mind? Ain't none of you numbskulls can handle a can opener, let alone make twenty-eight tons of steel fly!"
The volume of his voice was excessive enough to make him distance his own ear piece due to the reverb he himself has caused. "And don't you go gettin' any ideas about borrowin' her behind my back. Forget it ( ... )
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