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Who: Cid Highwind [teaisfortobacco]; Shera [ongroundedwings]; Cloud Strife [still_moseying]; Zack Fair [neverwinged]; Marlene Wallace [miniflowergirl]; Elfe [eco_terrorista]
When: Night.
Location: Midgar.
Rating: PG-13 for language. :|
Summary: After picking up Zack from Gongaga, a call is received from a certain flower girl who needs assistance. The carpool stops in Midgar to add more to it's haul.
Cid wasn't really sure what the hell was going on, but then again he couldn't recall a time he did understand it. Most situations simply caught you off guard, and he had simply learned to jump into action when that happened.
He had heard a number of strange rumors about the happenings of the planet, but it seemed like all of them were started to surface the proof. Confirmation, that was the last thing he really wanted when he heard some of the shit, but what could you do? Something was amiss, though, that much he was positive about, and that's all he really needed to know.
"Hey! Haul your asses, we need to land this fuckin' ship!" he hollered at the crew from behind the wheel as they approached Midgar. His level of irritation was reaching a rather high amount, and it didn't look like it would subside any soon.
Really, he was almost tempted to throw the damn phone right out the window, just to prevent another call coming in. He simply couldn't be everywhere at once. He refrained, though, deciding it would be a bad idea. With this much shit hitting the fan, he had to be able to find out what was happening next, even if he didn't like it.
"Shera, call that numbskull and tell him to move his ass, we're almost there. We ain't got the fuckin' time to piss away waiting for him."
When: Night.
Location: Midgar.
Rating: PG-13 for language. :|
Summary: After picking up Zack from Gongaga, a call is received from a certain flower girl who needs assistance. The carpool stops in Midgar to add more to it's haul.
Cid wasn't really sure what the hell was going on, but then again he couldn't recall a time he did understand it. Most situations simply caught you off guard, and he had simply learned to jump into action when that happened.
He had heard a number of strange rumors about the happenings of the planet, but it seemed like all of them were started to surface the proof. Confirmation, that was the last thing he really wanted when he heard some of the shit, but what could you do? Something was amiss, though, that much he was positive about, and that's all he really needed to know.
"Hey! Haul your asses, we need to land this fuckin' ship!" he hollered at the crew from behind the wheel as they approached Midgar. His level of irritation was reaching a rather high amount, and it didn't look like it would subside any soon.
Really, he was almost tempted to throw the damn phone right out the window, just to prevent another call coming in. He simply couldn't be everywhere at once. He refrained, though, deciding it would be a bad idea. With this much shit hitting the fan, he had to be able to find out what was happening next, even if he didn't like it.
"Shera, call that numbskull and tell him to move his ass, we're almost there. We ain't got the fuckin' time to piss away waiting for him."