Cid Highwind (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rocket_man26) wrote2009-12-19 09:20 am
rocket_man26) wrote2009-12-19 09:20 am
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No time for your kissy hippy crap!
[CLANK, CLANK, CLANK! Goes the banging across the receiver as the screen blips on to a very horizontal Highwind, half under what appears to be the giant steely wheels of a subway car. With a rusty tune and a wrench in his hand, he's tightening bolts, and banging out old ones to the beat.]
♪♫Iiii been workin' on the raily-road, aaaAAaall the live long daay!
I've been workin' on the railroad, cause my ass don't wanna stay.
Don't ya hear the kettle blowing,
Tea's rea-dy early in the morn;
Then ya hear the Captain shoutin',
"Shera, stop that horn!"
Shera, won't you stop,
Shera, won't you stop,
Shera, won't you stop that horn?♪♫
[ROOAARR! The earth-shattering reptilian sound echos across the chilly subway, causing Cid to nearly bash his head in by the underside of the railcar.]
GODDAMNIT BITCH! I wasn't singin' bout you! @#$%, blowin' yer horn an' my goddamn ears out! Move over here I need yer light--huh?
[Waving his leather-gloved hand up he knocks the device, allowing it to pan upwards to the sight of a great frilled green and... glowing dragon.]
What the hell is all that crap growin' up there?
[Clearly the subway isn't exempt from the festivities going on up above, as the ceiling is covered in the odd-smelling fungi. The dragon gnarls at the captain, seemingly pretty damn sentient.]
Mistletoe? @#%$ no I ain't kissin' you, I don't love ya that much, frillface! Yer breath's 'bout as butt-wrank as the winter-cast of Loveless, so I hear!
[Another disapproved growl and a shrill from the summoned beast.]
Hey @#$% you my singin's awesome! 'Nother crack like that an' I'll put ya back in my head for another 6 @#$%'n months.
[Back to work, as the dragon leans down to shed it's light on Cid's handy-dandy work the feed times out.]
((ooc: With Cid's chip out, he's using one of his Limit Breaks: Dragon, to his advantage for the Dissimulo project project. ))
♪♫Iiii been workin' on the raily-road, aaaAAaall the live long daay!
I've been workin' on the railroad, cause my ass don't wanna stay.
Don't ya hear the kettle blowing,
Tea's rea-dy early in the morn;
Then ya hear the Captain shoutin',
"Shera, stop that horn!"
Shera, won't you stop,
Shera, won't you stop,
Shera, won't you stop that horn?♪♫
[ROOAARR! The earth-shattering reptilian sound echos across the chilly subway, causing Cid to nearly bash his head in by the underside of the railcar.]
GODDAMNIT BITCH! I wasn't singin' bout you! @#$%, blowin' yer horn an' my goddamn ears out! Move over here I need yer light--huh?
[Waving his leather-gloved hand up he knocks the device, allowing it to pan upwards to the sight of a great frilled green and... glowing dragon.]
What the hell is all that crap growin' up there?
[Clearly the subway isn't exempt from the festivities going on up above, as the ceiling is covered in the odd-smelling fungi. The dragon gnarls at the captain, seemingly pretty damn sentient.]
Mistletoe? @#%$ no I ain't kissin' you, I don't love ya that much, frillface! Yer breath's 'bout as butt-wrank as the winter-cast of Loveless, so I hear!
[Another disapproved growl and a shrill from the summoned beast.]
Hey @#$% you my singin's awesome! 'Nother crack like that an' I'll put ya back in my head for another 6 @#$%'n months.
[Back to work, as the dragon leans down to shed it's light on Cid's handy-dandy work the feed times out.]
((ooc: With Cid's chip out, he's using one of his Limit Breaks: Dragon, to his advantage for the Dissimulo project project. ))
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What're you talking about, Pops, I prolly go better eyes than you!
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Wazzat? Ye're hungry? Well hey there's a nice spring chicken I'm talk'n to right here for ya!
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