Post by Beaver Dude on May 23, 2009 13:33:41 GMT -5
Author's notes: These are exceedingly rough, rough drafts. I have a general idea of where the story is heading but a lot of things are up in the air right now. Feel free to comment, not all of what's written will make into the final version. If there is a final version. XD
Also, prompts help me shape a story. Not an ideal way to storytell, but if you have any random words you'd like to see randomly incorporated do tell.
Also note, there are some swears in here. No F word but those of you who don't like hearing words like 'damn' and such, well, umm... I've already toned it down as much as I'm able without resorting to @#&#?!#*%# and 'he swore like a sailor' or 'he swore so much that even a sailor would blush'. The first is acceptable, the last two were hip and cool in like 1830. D:
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By the time Cid Highwind reached Seventh Heaven the bar was burning rather merrily, all lights and smoke like an old-fashioned Christmas tree. Rolling up his sleeves and swearing blue murder (husbandom had mellowed him somewhat) he strode into the burning building and rescued three things.
The first was Marlene -where the HELL had that pansy, pasty-assed, Sephiroth-obsessed SOLDIER-wannabe taken Tifa and Barrett?- whom he not so delicately picked up by the scruff of the neck and then proceeded to ignore. The brat bit him in retaliation. Cute lil' thing.
The second was his earl gray which he bundled up very delicately and carried around in his mouth. He hoped that the fire would whatchmacallit- keep his mouth dry. He didn't want no moldy tea leaves in his beeping tea. He'd have put it in his pocket but he had been oiling his rig just fifteen minutes ago and he'd sooner eat mold than drink what the airships drank.
The last was his wife. Who appeared largely responsible for the mess given the incriminating evidence she was holding in her hands. She mentioned something about "dark things attacking, Captain" before passing out. He kicked aside the jury-rigged flamethrower, wondered how she had managed to get that piece of high-level materia to fuse to it and told her for the umpteenth time not to call him Captain. It weirded him out now that they were together until the end and all that.
He then narrowly dodged an artfully flaming death, barreled through a wall and was out into the cool, cool night air. For a moment he just stood there gasping and wheezing as the firefighters (finally!) arrived. He considered telling them off but his lungs, even if they were ninety percent nicotine and tar, had apparently not enjoyed the finer parts of the burning building so all he did was wheeze and wheeze for the longest time.
By the time he had caught his breath, Marlene had started to feel the first-degree burns and was starting to hiccough quietly in her misery (strong girl) and Seventh Heaven was starting to resemble a block of ice there was so much materia magic in the air.
...and then it hit him: his wife had just burned his best buds' (well, maybe best buds was pushing it a bit. Still, they were people he wouldn't punch in the face just for existing and that meant they rated pretty highly) home and living to the ground. The last one to do that had been Shinra. Indirectly, of course, but still.
Well, crud.
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Title: The End of a Dream
Pairing: Cid/Shera
Type: Fanfiction.
Summary: And this is how some of us got to Traverse Town
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Shera still wouldn't wake. Cid strode around in grumpy, manly strides that Marlene called 'a thinking walk that Auntie Tifa used sometimes'. Cid, to his credit, found some old Halloween candy and tossed the jar at at the kid instead of swearing up and down the Shera (the flying tugboat beauty, not the beauty currently sweating feverishly in the bunks) that he was pacing. Manly-like. In a manly way.
Damnit girl... open your eyes... I won't swear for a few days... or smoke quite so much... or laugh at your schematics or doubt that the righty-tighty, lefty-loosey scheme is a good mnemonic... well, maybe a little- I mean who else has built a rocket and still needs that stupid thing...
These sorts of thoughts went on for an embarrassingly long time. Marlene had fallen asleep with a hand in the proverbial cookie jar and Cid, not exactly being a family-friendly guy had torn apart a cot in order to build a makeshift bed in between his visits. The Shera practically flew itself these days so all he had to do was monitor the weather and the coach the occasional flying creature into getting its feathered butt out of his airspace and then return to Shera's bedside.
The sun hit the horizon before he knew it.
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These are random scenes that may or may not appear later:
It was far too early in the morning when Cid was awoken from his restful slumber by a chick he was sure had been taking speed since she was two. She looked green around the gills and he tried to desperately summon enough energy to get her out of the Captain's quarters (those skinny arms were a lot stronger than they looked) before she puked all over him.
"Cid, I hate you." Yuffie told him matter-of-factly as she hovered above him, face thrust over his and totally ignoring his personal space. After a moment of contemplating what Shera would do to him if she found out that he was in bed and technically with a minor he managed to grab her by the collar and fling her outside.
Ow. Sunlight. Stupid booze. Stupid lack of cigs that made him look for booze. Stupid effing Heartless that didn't just boost prices but stopped the flow of goods and services altogether.
"If I could move like a ninja -" Yuffie said, undeterred by her sudden flight. "I'd so kick your puny little butt-" the ninja caught Marlene's disbelieving stare and stood upright. A decision Cid found nigh ridonkulous given her predilection towards- " I am a ninja, kid, dontcha dare doubt the Yuffst- BLEARRGH."
Cid swore at Yuffie's ugly ninja butt and told her to either throw herself overboard or make herself useful and grab a goddamn, effing bucket. Or magic up some cigarettes. Only he didn't actually say the cigarette part because if he did say that he'd start puking alongside her. Withdrawal was not funny. This would teach him to go incognito at an AA meeting just so he could laugh at their weak, girly little backsides. Karma was abifemale dog.
When Yuffie was done puking and Cid had determined that Marlene would not puke just by seeing Yuffie puke (growing up in a bar was good for something. Who knew?) the ninja continued onwards:
"Cid. Kill me now. Pleeeeez?"
There were not many situations where Cid would allow Yuffie Kisaragi onto his ship. Saving the world from a goddarn world-ending meteor qualified. Preventing the resurrection of a stupid one-winged angel qualified. Kicking butt and taking names qualified... sometimes. When he was feeling generous. And had tarped all of Shera's lovely deck so that vomit would wash right off with a good hosedown.
Before Cid could give in to her demands, Vincent appeared in his usual mysterious fashion, grabbed her by the nape of the neck and dragged her away.
Also, prompts help me shape a story. Not an ideal way to storytell, but if you have any random words you'd like to see randomly incorporated do tell.
Also note, there are some swears in here. No F word but those of you who don't like hearing words like 'damn' and such, well, umm... I've already toned it down as much as I'm able without resorting to @#&#?!#*%# and 'he swore like a sailor' or 'he swore so much that even a sailor would blush'. The first is acceptable, the last two were hip and cool in like 1830. D:
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By the time Cid Highwind reached Seventh Heaven the bar was burning rather merrily, all lights and smoke like an old-fashioned Christmas tree. Rolling up his sleeves and swearing blue murder (husbandom had mellowed him somewhat) he strode into the burning building and rescued three things.
The first was Marlene -where the HELL had that pansy, pasty-assed, Sephiroth-obsessed SOLDIER-wannabe taken Tifa and Barrett?- whom he not so delicately picked up by the scruff of the neck and then proceeded to ignore. The brat bit him in retaliation. Cute lil' thing.
The second was his earl gray which he bundled up very delicately and carried around in his mouth. He hoped that the fire would whatchmacallit- keep his mouth dry. He didn't want no moldy tea leaves in his beeping tea. He'd have put it in his pocket but he had been oiling his rig just fifteen minutes ago and he'd sooner eat mold than drink what the airships drank.
The last was his wife. Who appeared largely responsible for the mess given the incriminating evidence she was holding in her hands. She mentioned something about "dark things attacking, Captain" before passing out. He kicked aside the jury-rigged flamethrower, wondered how she had managed to get that piece of high-level materia to fuse to it and told her for the umpteenth time not to call him Captain. It weirded him out now that they were together until the end and all that.
He then narrowly dodged an artfully flaming death, barreled through a wall and was out into the cool, cool night air. For a moment he just stood there gasping and wheezing as the firefighters (finally!) arrived. He considered telling them off but his lungs, even if they were ninety percent nicotine and tar, had apparently not enjoyed the finer parts of the burning building so all he did was wheeze and wheeze for the longest time.
By the time he had caught his breath, Marlene had started to feel the first-degree burns and was starting to hiccough quietly in her misery (strong girl) and Seventh Heaven was starting to resemble a block of ice there was so much materia magic in the air.
...and then it hit him: his wife had just burned his best buds' (well, maybe best buds was pushing it a bit. Still, they were people he wouldn't punch in the face just for existing and that meant they rated pretty highly) home and living to the ground. The last one to do that had been Shinra. Indirectly, of course, but still.
Well, crud.
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Title: The End of a Dream
Pairing: Cid/Shera
Type: Fanfiction.
Summary: And this is how some of us got to Traverse Town
=====================
Shera still wouldn't wake. Cid strode around in grumpy, manly strides that Marlene called 'a thinking walk that Auntie Tifa used sometimes'. Cid, to his credit, found some old Halloween candy and tossed the jar at at the kid instead of swearing up and down the Shera (the flying tugboat beauty, not the beauty currently sweating feverishly in the bunks) that he was pacing. Manly-like. In a manly way.
Damnit girl... open your eyes... I won't swear for a few days... or smoke quite so much... or laugh at your schematics or doubt that the righty-tighty, lefty-loosey scheme is a good mnemonic... well, maybe a little- I mean who else has built a rocket and still needs that stupid thing...
These sorts of thoughts went on for an embarrassingly long time. Marlene had fallen asleep with a hand in the proverbial cookie jar and Cid, not exactly being a family-friendly guy had torn apart a cot in order to build a makeshift bed in between his visits. The Shera practically flew itself these days so all he had to do was monitor the weather and the coach the occasional flying creature into getting its feathered butt out of his airspace and then return to Shera's bedside.
The sun hit the horizon before he knew it.
=============
These are random scenes that may or may not appear later:
It was far too early in the morning when Cid was awoken from his restful slumber by a chick he was sure had been taking speed since she was two. She looked green around the gills and he tried to desperately summon enough energy to get her out of the Captain's quarters (those skinny arms were a lot stronger than they looked) before she puked all over him.
"Cid, I hate you." Yuffie told him matter-of-factly as she hovered above him, face thrust over his and totally ignoring his personal space. After a moment of contemplating what Shera would do to him if she found out that he was in bed and technically with a minor he managed to grab her by the collar and fling her outside.
Ow. Sunlight. Stupid booze. Stupid lack of cigs that made him look for booze. Stupid effing Heartless that didn't just boost prices but stopped the flow of goods and services altogether.
"If I could move like a ninja -" Yuffie said, undeterred by her sudden flight. "I'd so kick your puny little butt-" the ninja caught Marlene's disbelieving stare and stood upright. A decision Cid found nigh ridonkulous given her predilection towards- " I am a ninja, kid, dontcha dare doubt the Yuffst- BLEARRGH."
Cid swore at Yuffie's ugly ninja butt and told her to either throw herself overboard or make herself useful and grab a goddamn, effing bucket. Or magic up some cigarettes. Only he didn't actually say the cigarette part because if he did say that he'd start puking alongside her. Withdrawal was not funny. This would teach him to go incognito at an AA meeting just so he could laugh at their weak, girly little backsides. Karma was a
When Yuffie was done puking and Cid had determined that Marlene would not puke just by seeing Yuffie puke (growing up in a bar was good for something. Who knew?) the ninja continued onwards:
"Cid. Kill me now. Pleeeeez?"
There were not many situations where Cid would allow Yuffie Kisaragi onto his ship. Saving the world from a goddarn world-ending meteor qualified. Preventing the resurrection of a stupid one-winged angel qualified. Kicking butt and taking names qualified... sometimes. When he was feeling generous. And had tarped all of Shera's lovely deck so that vomit would wash right off with a good hosedown.
Before Cid could give in to her demands, Vincent appeared in his usual mysterious fashion, grabbed her by the nape of the neck and dragged her away.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao