Capt. Highwind

... The only one with taste.... Ff. Fuckin' figures.

Alright, who here isn't a lightweight? Speak up.

It's tea time.

Is shitty music all this place has to offer? I mean, shit, aside from my crew - well, no, including the makeshift crew I've got, the hotel is crawling with twigs, kids who can't pick up a toolkit, never mind pick one out of a junk pile-- and all they do is GARDEN and SING. And what's with all the relationships springing up? C'mon, kiddies, I'm waiting for the horrid love-triangles and affairs to start surfacing. Don't skip even that; the reality shows might start to feel good about themselves!

.....

I say: fuck this shit! Goddamn daughters-of-bastards pansies growing pansies in the backyard- fuck that!

I'm going to the bar! Maybe these new city folk know a bit more about what it's like to have PERSONALITY.

Anyone else who wants to give a crack at being interesting, hurry the fuck up. Captain Cid Highwind doesn't wait even for spikey-assed numbskulls.

[mic clicks on; there's a crowing laugh, puncuated by self-congratulations and general pride.]

Ha! This baby's ready to fuckin' fly! Too bad you turned back too soon, eh, Kite-o -- you would've made a great tail flag!

Now, now, morons and moronettes of this spit-of-shit land, who the hell wants to see this new girl rip the sky in two? And I'm not talking about the festering pack of idiots who keep wailing about how their "name means sky." Bullshit. I say your name means your name. Now, my name, on the other hand-- that's what it means to mean something- and not what this blasted laptop makes you think it means!

... Fine, fine.

HEY, FUCKBOT. YOU BETTER HAVE HAD A GODDAMN HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Now get your pansy ass down to the hangar. Or pop through the screen, or some shit, just get moving! We've got work to do! AND WHO THE HELL WAS SUPPOSED TO DO THAT SURPRISE PARTY? You're late! He got drunk-- and about as graceful drunk as a three-year-old can get!

[wet coughing, stumbling, falling noises-- an unsteady hand finally flicks the voice off]

... gggod damn sonuvabitch.

Anyone seen that stupid, mental robot of mine? Ran off on me. taking the swift girl up in a fking second, but it'd be nice to have some fking directions for once.

so. anybody?

... Alright.

I need t' talk to a Sora. The one that isn't just sitting around on his ass. Get over 'ere.

{ ooc note: he means X. }

[background blow of a whistle; anyone near the station will be choked with black steam. something is steel is being slammed against another piece of metal.]

Confounded - piece of - horse dun-- 'ey! Townsfolk! What's this I 'ear about my nephew falling sick?

Kid can't hold drinks worth the dead man's hand- y'all know that! Do we need to make a necktie social for the idiot who gave 'em some? Now I gotta spend my break o'er here...

... 'Ey! Nata! Get that coal loaded! Let's finish and get her pinned up before the cattle come in, eh? [steel is dropped and apparently kicked]

Hhhrmph... The saloon's still open, ain't it? I need some godforsaken tea. An' the one to say 'tea's for the ladies' is askin' himself into a duel.

{ Nephew = Kaito, whose "sickness" is his death. If you didn't understand a lick of what Cid said, neither did I. }

Heh. Hey, everyone listen up- my baby'll be done by tomorrow. Just have to wire some extra shit, but that won't take long. So! Crew and that girl with the bird got first dibs, but anyone else want to--

[pause, in which the lightning cuts the power]

( Cut for your protection. Not seen ICly. )

A'right, let's get this thing underway... [tinkering noises, mumbles and grumbles] Fucking little thing housin' too much shit-- but I got this, I got this, I go--

.....

-- GODDAMN IT, FURRIES, BACK YOUR ASSES THE FUCK UP FOR A SEC'! SHIT! [flick of a switch]

THERE. HEY, FAILBOT, YOU RESPONDING? YOU BETTER FUCKING WAKE UP, I'M GROWING SOME GODDAMNED SHITTY ALLERGIES WITH THESE MORONS HOVERING OVER ME. Give the arm some room, idiots!

{ Cid's patching up Kaito in his hangar. Anyone's welcome to comment on this. }

They've got a damn fine library around here. Good tea, too. Just one thing missing. Going to fix that... now.

Alright, morons, listen up! There's gonna be a plane built in the next few weeks. Nothing complicated, but it's going to get built. Got it? Good.

And I'm talking to you brutes out there, too. This shit's heavy, so I need some people who aren't the skinny-ass twig type that seems popular around here. Who's up for it?

The place is in that hangar on the other side of the building. The one without the robot in it. An' if none of you are helping, at least give some common courtesy and keep your muddy paws outta there. This thing's going to be flying in no time, help or not. Right, Strife?!

{ Cid's making something that looks a bit like this, and he's serious about getting it done quickly. Anyone who walks into the hangar who isn't looking to be part of the crew will be shooed out via spear- and wrench-throwing. /o/ This is just the start, btw. }

Goddamnit BASTARDS. Where do you get off taking the fucking moon?! Strife! What the hell did you mess with this timfsajkkgnkjag

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[rabid snarling, some crashes, silence]

-- Fucking shit! Who left a motherfuckin' badger in here?! [hissing] .... No, fursack, I'm going to have mammal kabob ton-

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