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[Voice | Sounds like English] Just keep yankin' my chain why don't ya
Well SHIT gimme a frozen Hell inna handbasket. That's just what we needed! Couldn't be happy with our skimpin' and savin' barely-gettin'-by post-apocalyptica, YA HAD T'GO ALL OUT MASS-STARVATION ON US! @#$%$%! It's like the tea-leaf famine in Wutai all over again, only worse cause I ain't got any damn biscuits neither.
Damn good thing I dried all that @#$%in jerky, this stuff'll survive a meteor blast for sure. Kinna hard on th'stool but what the @#$% are ya gonna do.
Well I know what I'm doin', who's up for a little trek?
I say we got two options, get a party to forge those mean-lookin' mountains, or make like a rail-walker an' walk the tracks of the subway to the next city over to see what they got over there.
Bein' the resident subway jockey, the latter's soundin' pretty good to me, but either way we're gonna be freezin' our @#$%in' asses off.
Damn good thing I dried all that @#$%in jerky, this stuff'll survive a meteor blast for sure. Kinna hard on th'stool but what the @#$% are ya gonna do.
Well I know what I'm doin', who's up for a little trek?
I say we got two options, get a party to forge those mean-lookin' mountains, or make like a rail-walker an' walk the tracks of the subway to the next city over to see what they got over there.
Bein' the resident subway jockey, the latter's soundin' pretty good to me, but either way we're gonna be freezin' our @#$%in' asses off.
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Yea whatever
So I even got the lights workin' on this hunk o' junk. We'll be blazin' inta t'morrow in no time flat!
Yo, Vin! Get your cadaverous ass down here, I wanna show ya--
Huh.
--Oh. . .
. . .
MOTHER @#$%^&*!
Yo, Vin! Get your cadaverous ass down here, I wanna show ya--
Huh.
--Oh. . .
. . .
MOTHER @#$%^&*!
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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?♪♫
( [ROOAAARR!] )
♪♫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?♪♫
( [ROOAAARR!] )
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MY BODY IS A SHIP AN' IT'S DANG BROKE!
[Have a guttural moan from the bowels of Cid's pad as he half-hangs off his bed, staring at his commlink upsidedown.]
Ooohh this sucks.. ooooohhhh @#$% this sucks--BRRPH! This s-s-sucks like a Honeybee Inn whore, th-this blows like last night's mystery meat.. I'm not @#$% kid'n it's somewhere sp-splattered all over the floor over there. Goddamn I th-think it's move'n! @#$% it, I'll mop it up later if it dd-d-don't eat through the fl-floor-HCK-boards, bwuuhh..
A..anywho, I got that damn chipshit outta me. Th.. thanks a helluva lot, L-lu I owe you like.. somethin', somethin' crazy you name it, k-kay?
B-before I pass out f-fer like the tenth time today, Vin, yo, gonna uh.. gonna uh need yer he-help tomorrow. I'm n-not all fulla th-that magic shit, but u-uuuh.. the Dragon could probly do some mean damage if sh-she want'd I fig're--ULP!GAHDAGOH!
[Tumbling off the bed, the pilot scrambles to the john like a tanked up barfly to go top off the porcelain goddess.]
Ooohh this sucks.. ooooohhhh @#$% this sucks--BRRPH! This s-s-sucks like a Honeybee Inn whore, th-this blows like last night's mystery meat.. I'm not @#$% kid'n it's somewhere sp-splattered all over the floor over there. Goddamn I th-think it's move'n! @#$% it, I'll mop it up later if it dd-d-don't eat through the fl-floor-HCK-boards, bwuuhh..
A..anywho, I got that damn chipshit outta me. Th.. thanks a helluva lot, L-lu I owe you like.. somethin', somethin' crazy you name it, k-kay?
B-before I pass out f-fer like the tenth time today, Vin, yo, gonna uh.. gonna uh need yer he-help tomorrow. I'm n-not all fulla th-that magic shit, but u-uuuh.. the Dragon could probly do some mean damage if sh-she want'd I fig're--ULP!GAHDAGOH!
[Tumbling off the bed, the pilot scrambles to the john like a tanked up barfly to go top off the porcelain goddess.]
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I AM 35 YEARS OLD AND WHAT IS THIS
Ho-ly SHITWAFFLES, you goddamn mouth-breathers are make'n my ears bleed! I can't work with all that yapp'n!
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[Video] RAWR MOTHER@#$%ERS
[Kay so his mask isn't as totally ornate as his icon but Gaia knows the man loves his dragons, and having seen Vincent's post he decided to take a looksy at the mummified 'damage' of the apartment, spear in hand, and totally sweet dragon-mask in the ON position.]
WHAT A WASTE'A GOOD @#$%'N TOILET PAPER! I could'a used that!
Anywho, uh, Taco (Takato?), Amu? How you kids doin'? You're into this tricksy, Hallyweeny stuff, right? Lemme know if you wanna head out to that door-to-door mayhem, sound's kinna cool.
Also, Lu! When you ain't got yourself in'a tizzy, I got somethin' pretty sweet to show ya!
Over, an out, RAWR MOTHER@#$%ERS!
((OOC: Making it official that Cid's scoped out this warehouse complex at the Seaport for Lucrecia's new little research facility! Mod approved of course. ))
WHAT A WASTE'A GOOD @#$%'N TOILET PAPER! I could'a used that!
Anywho, uh, Taco (Takato?), Amu? How you kids doin'? You're into this tricksy, Hallyweeny stuff, right? Lemme know if you wanna head out to that door-to-door mayhem, sound's kinna cool.
Also, Lu! When you ain't got yourself in'a tizzy, I got somethin' pretty sweet to show ya!
Over, an out, RAWR MOTHER@#$%ERS!
((OOC: Making it official that Cid's scoped out this warehouse complex at the Seaport for Lucrecia's new little research facility! Mod approved of course. ))
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....
[The camera blinks on focusing on the background where the pilot is standing at a window. Pulling open the tattered old drapes he lets the light spill in, revealing a sleeping figure in the foreground.]
Morn'n starshine! Up an at'em, sure you wanna get a looksy at that floorspace, tell me if it'll do for your crazy R and D's an--
Huh.
[Turning around he scratches his temple under his goggles before striding over to the figure. The scream focuses and reveals the clear profile of Professor Lucrecia lost in a deep sleep.]
Still dose'n eh?
[Despite finding her in the street during all the chaos he took her plight lightly just as a way to psyche himself out and not lose his cool. Taking off his glove with a pull of his teeth, he touches two fingers to her neck.]
Pulse is still stable but I'm no doc.
[Glancing up at the blinking screen his concerned demeanor snaps into one of that familiar steadfast urgency.]
Yo Vin, if you're out there an' not flip'n your shit, you best get over here, 510L, otherwise I'm take'n her over to the clinic. Sounds like everyone's taken their chill-pills 'bout now.
Morn'n starshine! Up an at'em, sure you wanna get a looksy at that floorspace, tell me if it'll do for your crazy R and D's an--
Huh.
[Turning around he scratches his temple under his goggles before striding over to the figure. The scream focuses and reveals the clear profile of Professor Lucrecia lost in a deep sleep.]
Still dose'n eh?
[Despite finding her in the street during all the chaos he took her plight lightly just as a way to psyche himself out and not lose his cool. Taking off his glove with a pull of his teeth, he touches two fingers to her neck.]
Pulse is still stable but I'm no doc.
[Glancing up at the blinking screen his concerned demeanor snaps into one of that familiar steadfast urgency.]
Yo Vin, if you're out there an' not flip'n your shit, you best get over here, 510L, otherwise I'm take'n her over to the clinic. Sounds like everyone's taken their chill-pills 'bout now.
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SMOKE 'EM IF YOU GOT 'EM
Alright who's the drive-by philanthropist who broke into my pad to give me a box'a genuine Malboros?
Not that I'm pissed or anythin', just wanna know who'ta thank. I was on my last pack too! As for the Tieguanyin tea, damn son, this is the good shit that fatass ShinRa probably bathed in! Not that I'm complain'n I just know it's hella expensive, shit, I almost feel like a dirty businessman for touch'n this tea-bag.
Not gonna stop me from drink'n it though.
Not that I'm pissed or anythin', just wanna know who'ta thank. I was on my last pack too! As for the Tieguanyin tea, damn son, this is the good shit that fatass ShinRa probably bathed in! Not that I'm complain'n I just know it's hella expensive, shit, I almost feel like a dirty businessman for touch'n this tea-bag.
Not gonna stop me from drink'n it though.
[Unprompted Audio]
[After this conversation, the already irate pilot is understating the phrase 'a little worse for wear'. The kids however are lucky that his outburst is automatically censored after fixing a small voice-recognition device to the receiver itself.]
BULLSHIT! @#$%ING ASS-load of PISSWATER! Of all the goddamn accusations! @#$%@%$#!!
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OH HELL no you won't you little metal CROTCHDROPPING! C'mere!
[The sound of the commlink being picked up is quickly blasted out by the loud crash of it hitting a nearby wall and a high-pitched beeeeeeeeeep signaling it's radio death.]
...
[The audio clicks back on, the man's ragged rustic and obviously war-torn voice on the other end is significantly more placated than before.]
Yo, anyone on the wanna give Cid Highwind a holler? After that undead crap I'm ready to get back on'a roll. Thing is I can't go fix what I don't know needs fix'n, you hear?
BULLSHIT! @#$%ING ASS-load of PISSWATER! Of all the goddamn accusations! @#$%@%$#!!
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OH HELL no you won't you little metal CROTCHDROPPING! C'mere!
[The sound of the commlink being picked up is quickly blasted out by the loud crash of it hitting a nearby wall and a high-pitched beeeeeeeeeep signaling it's radio death.]
...
[The audio clicks back on, the man's ragged rustic and obviously war-torn voice on the other end is significantly more placated than before.]
Yo, anyone on the wanna give Cid Highwind a holler? After that undead crap I'm ready to get back on'a roll. Thing is I can't go fix what I don't know needs fix'n, you hear?
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F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-fff
[BZZZZZZT!]
A-A-A-A-GHH@@-@#-##$-$$%^!
[POP!]
....PIECE OF SH--[BZZZT!!] D-DAAH!
[There's a loud thump, and a groan of something fierce snarling from the pilot.]
..I-I Sw-swear to Gaia and Hell below I'd thrash this piece'a garbage if it weren't the closest thing to a PHS, and even those were just bricks with antenna on 'em! Hell I'd break it if I could and turn it inta somethin' useful like a damn toaster! What the hell do you want me t'say? I don't have no @#$%'n pussy diary! Aaaaahhh... shoot lesse ah..
Guess I should'a said it earlier but thanks for let'n me crash on your floor, girly. Hope your boyfriend didn't trip over me, I woke up with a bitch'n bruise in my side.
A-A-A-A-GHH@@-@#-##$-$$%^!
[POP!]
....PIECE OF SH--[BZZZT!!] D-DAAH!
[There's a loud thump, and a groan of something fierce snarling from the pilot.]
..I-I Sw-swear to Gaia and Hell below I'd thrash this piece'a garbage if it weren't the closest thing to a PHS, and even those were just bricks with antenna on 'em! Hell I'd break it if I could and turn it inta somethin' useful like a damn toaster! What the hell do you want me t'say? I don't have no @#$%'n pussy diary! Aaaaahhh... shoot lesse ah..
Guess I should'a said it earlier but thanks for let'n me crash on your floor, girly. Hope your boyfriend didn't trip over me, I woke up with a bitch'n bruise in my side.
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@#$% HUMBUG!
It's t-t-t-oo f-f-f-f-@%$#'n c-c-c-c-cold-d d-d-dam-m-m-m- S-s-s-shi--! AAGGGHH!! C-can't even c-c-curse p-properly!
P-p--phew g-gotta get me by a f-fire! ..Aahh... Come'on light you d-d-d-dam-- AGH! .. sonnuva b-b-b-bi--!! ARGH!
Yo! Anyone out there got any dry wood? I dunno what the f-f-f-fu-- AGH.. what is up with this weather but my as-s-s-s-s-sssSHH!! My BUTT is about to freeze off!
F-F-F-FUC- THIS SH-SH-SHI--!
P-p--phew g-gotta get me by a f-fire! ..Aahh... Come'on light you d-d-d-dam-- AGH! .. sonnuva b-b-b-bi--!! ARGH!
Yo! Anyone out there got any dry wood? I dunno what the f-f-f-fu-- AGH.. what is up with this weather but my as-s-s-s-s-sssSHH!! My BUTT is about to freeze off!
F-F-F-FUC- THIS SH-SH-SHI--!
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Well I'll be...
Never though I'd see somethin' so damn spectacular in my life. Space was one thing, but just the thought'a see'n this baby in action's got me buzz'n like a @#$%'n spark-plug! Soon as that rain damn near turned my scarf inta swiss-cheese I high-tailed it into the nearest buildin' I could find. Guess it'sa museum 'er somethin', didn't really have the time to look at the outside. Luckily for me THE GOGGLES on my head THEY DO SOMETHIN'! Keep'n my eyes in perfect work'n order so I can gaze at this masterpiece of human? Yea, gotta be human! Technology!
Hell if I built somethin' like this I could damn near boat everyone in this shithole outta here.
Hell if I built somethin' like this I could damn near boat everyone in this shithole outta here.
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Baby no please, anything but...!!
Oh no.. oh no! Oh shit no! The prints! My goddamn blueprints! AAhhh godDAMNIT, DAMNIT, DAMNIT, DAMNIT! This is Mideel all over again!! Why oh why didn't ya take me instead?! Aaaaaaaahhh hell and I just got the pad stink'n just like I like it too! @#$% what else did I leave in there? My tools, my tea, last carton'a cigs, uhh Mop... MOP?! Ah sweet baby no!
Hold on darl'n, daddy's come'n to save ya!
[Oh you bet your ass he's crazy enough to jump his way back up to the rubble of the 5th floor to save a @#$%ing MOP. That piece of wood has treated him better than any woman ever did.]
Hold on darl'n, daddy's come'n to save ya!
[Oh you bet your ass he's crazy enough to jump his way back up to the rubble of the 5th floor to save a @#$%ing MOP. That piece of wood has treated him better than any woman ever did.]
NOT GAME OVER BY A LONG SHOT!
@#$%^&!! @#$% this place! @#$% it sideways and all it's goddamn ugly shitbeasts! I don't give a @$%^ if you're some infected asshole, @#$%'n stay dead you scaly-ass-shit-for-brains!
[Currently mouthing off from his hospital bed in VOICE MODE after getting his ass handed to him by Leviathan!Jin and hearing of Okita's death by him.]
[Currently mouthing off from his hospital bed in VOICE MODE after getting his ass handed to him by Leviathan!Jin and hearing of Okita's death by him.]
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>Attack>Magic>Summon>Boogie
Ah Hell so we got some random encounters of the butt ugly ornery kind! Well I'm not about to sit on my ass an' cry about it! Not that I've been doin' any of that shit anyhow. Nope been scope'n this craphole for scrap-parts for a new silver bullet to shoot my way on outta here!
Figer'd I'd take a looksee down towards the park and godDAMN did I ever see the nastiest garden my eyes ever had the misfortune of be'n abused by. Saw a guy in red pruning about the place, thought it was Vincent fer about 2.5 seconds before he turned his creepy-ass around an' my head did a 360' and I moonwalked the @#$% away!
CHIRST! This place just don't let up huh! Least he let me take one'a them iron stakes, got somethin crazy planned.
In the meantime I'm boogy'n out there, Venus Gospel is @#$%'n starved for my attention!
Figer'd I'd take a looksee down towards the park and godDAMN did I ever see the nastiest garden my eyes ever had the misfortune of be'n abused by. Saw a guy in red pruning about the place, thought it was Vincent fer about 2.5 seconds before he turned his creepy-ass around an' my head did a 360' and I moonwalked the @#$% away!
CHIRST! This place just don't let up huh! Least he let me take one'a them iron stakes, got somethin crazy planned.
In the meantime I'm boogy'n out there, Venus Gospel is @#$%'n starved for my attention!
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SKDJHGTIDRSHGIERSORETRIOHS
@#$%^%$#$%$!! C-C--C-CHEE-RIST! Who's numskull ideal was it to put a @#$%'n JOY-BUZZER on this piece of SHIT!?
More like PISS-ME-THE-@#$%-OFF-BUZZER!
((ooc: Fail mun is fail! D: ))
More like PISS-ME-THE-@#$%-OFF-BUZZER!
((ooc: Fail mun is fail! D: ))
This 4 by 4 pad ain't big enough for the two of us!
Look Casper! I'd get the Hell outta here in a millisecond, but your dumbass world is stuck with me till I figger out an escape route! Shitshitshitshitshit! Can't you go bother Vin!? I'm pretty positive he likes all ya'll! Expert in Spook-ology n' everythin'!
Yo Pirate Pantalones! You said ya need help gather'n parts, right? Everyone knows the heart of a ship don't do shit without a brain, so I'm all for it!
Lemme know where t'meet up, my nerves are @#$%'n shot an I'm fly'n this coop!
Yo Pirate Pantalones! You said ya need help gather'n parts, right? Everyone knows the heart of a ship don't do shit without a brain, so I'm all for it!
Lemme know where t'meet up, my nerves are @#$%'n shot an I'm fly'n this coop!
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GET OUTTA MY HEAD! [Voice to Text]
Goddamn mind readers I tell you what. So I heard down the grapevine t'was probly a good idea t'find some place to crash. I musta knocked on a hundred doors an got m'self blind-sided when I opened a few t'see a couple'a things I ahhhh don't really wanna recollect his ass was like craters on the moon, SHIT!
Anywho, I busted inta room 510 and it stunk somethin fierce! An low n' behold as I'm scratch'n my head over what the Hell t'do with the place I look t'my right and there's my pride n' joy, onna the few ladies who never let me down 'side Lady Luck 'o course! I knew it was her too, had my name on her n' everythin!
She n' I cleaned house till my knuckles were bleed'n! The perfume o' dead cactuar is pretty much gone, so I deem this pad Cidopolis!
Who wants t'help me christen the place with a cup 'o Earl Gray? Gaia knows I deserve it after all this wack crap!
Anywho, I busted inta room 510 and it stunk somethin fierce! An low n' behold as I'm scratch'n my head over what the Hell t'do with the place I look t'my right and there's my pride n' joy, onna the few ladies who never let me down 'side Lady Luck 'o course! I knew it was her too, had my name on her n' everythin!
She n' I cleaned house till my knuckles were bleed'n! The perfume o' dead cactuar is pretty much gone, so I deem this pad Cidopolis!
Who wants t'help me christen the place with a cup 'o Earl Gray? Gaia knows I deserve it after all this wack crap!
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DAMN IT TO HELL AND BACK!!
GREAT! This is JUST what I @#$%^ asked for! A goddamn vacation to the other side of the $#$%&^%$ universe! Oh no! Couldn't have one day ONE DAY to myself at home with my heels on the table, sipp'n some good 'ol Earl Gray with three packs down and about a full carton to go--We just COULDN'T HAVE THAT NOW COULD WE BITCH!? Mercy on me for NOT $^%&'n with the space-time continuum—But somehow MR. HIGHWIND'S GOTTA FIX IT!
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