chaoskeeper:

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

chaoskeeper:

He simply smiled that little smile of his at the pilot’s comments, and then trailed closely behind him through the house, silent as a ghost.  When they reached the kitchen, he took up residence standing in in an out of the way corner.

“I was simply in the area and decided I might pay you a visit.  To see if you were still alive, at the very least.”  He shrugged one shoulder slightly.  ”Clearly you are, and you are also the same as ever.  Some things simply never change.”

Cid rubbed his eyes and then looked over at Vincent before leaning back in his chair, letting his cigarette dangle from his mouth as his hands went behind his head.  ”Why mess with wha’ works?  B’sides, I got no time t’ be anymore pleasant thanks t’ this whole WRO thang.  So yep, alive, same goddamn person since th’ last time we saw each other.  Ya seem t’ be th’ same awkward, standoffish asshole since th’ last time I seen ya.” 

He took a deep puff from his cigarette.  ”Not tha’ I ain’t glad t’ know yer still alive neither.  I’ll text call Cloud an’ let him know yer still kickin’.”

“Ah yes, it certainly does seem to work for you.”  He cast an amused glance around the kitchen.  ”The WRO, yes, so I’ve heard.  Enjoying that, are you?  And simply because I am not loud, brash, and clamoring for everyone’s attention at all times does not make me standoffish, Cid.  I prefer refined.  The asshole descriptor, however, is debatable.”  A small smile.

He tracked the smoke’s lazy progress with that crimson gaze before returning his attention to Cid.  ”Oh, yes.  Please let everyone know I am alive so I will be bombarded with messages and phone calls, because you know how much I delight in interaction.”

“Stable job, good money.  Can’t complain.”  He leaned against the table and cocked an eyebrow.  ”No, wha’ makes ya standoffish’s th’ fact tha’ yer across th’ room from me.  Not th’ otherside’ve th’ table… th’ otherside’ve th’ room.  In a corner.”

The kettle started whistling and he lifted himself up to take it off the burner.  He moved to get the tea pot, putting scoops of whole leaf tea in and let it steep for a while.  ”Ya dun answer th’ damn thang anyway, wha’ yer ya worried about?  Havin’ t’ spend ore energy ignorin’ everyone?”

He poured the tea into cups and put both of them on the table, doing back over to grab the sugar in case Vincent wanted to add any.  He took a scoop himself and stirred it before taking a few gulps of the tea.

chaoskeeper:

He simply smiled that little smile of his at the pilot’s comments, and then trailed closely behind him through the house, silent as a ghost.  When they reached the kitchen, he took up residence standing in in an out of the way corner.

“I was simply in the area and decided I might pay you a visit.  To see if you were still alive, at the very least.”  He shrugged one shoulder slightly.  ”Clearly you are, and you are also the same as ever.  Some things simply never change.”

Cid rubbed his eyes and then looked over at Vincent before leaning back in his chair, letting his cigarette dangle from his mouth as his hands went behind his head.  ”Why mess with wha’ works?  B’sides, I got no time t’ be anymore pleasant thanks t’ this whole WRO thang.  So yep, alive, same goddamn person since th’ last time we saw each other.  Ya seem t’ be th’ same awkward, standoffish asshole since th’ last time I seen ya.” 

He took a deep puff from his cigarette.  ”Not tha’ I ain’t glad t’ know yer still alive neither.  I’ll text call Cloud an’ let him know yer still kickin’.”

chaoskeeper:

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

chaoskeeper:

“Hm, I don’t know, but I am also not terribly sure it would matter.”  He shook his head, his expression deadpan.  ”I don’t suppose socializing would kill me, but there’s really only one way to find out.  However, in my defense, my blog, my rules; I like my horror.  Call it a… guilty pleasure.”  He raised one dark brow slightly.  ”That I would deign to change it for your comfort should be taken a little better than an excuse to attempt- and fail- at teasing me.”  His lips quirked in a small smirk.  ”At least the language on my blog would not blister the ears of the most hardened sailor.”

“Yer makin’ a valiant attempt’ve socializin’ right now, buddy, dun cha worry none.” He continued to give the gunner a bemused grin before turning back around to turn off his computer screen.  He glanced back at him and quirked an eyebrow up before whirling around again and stood up.  ”All m’ sayin’ is ya coulda given a lil warnin’ b’efore I had t’ look at all tha’ scary shit.”

He gave a snort and then barked out a laugh before patting the man’s shoulder.  ”M’ as hard as a salior can get!  If anyone has a problem with how I run m’ blog, they can suck it!

“Ya want some tea er somethin’?”

The man’s expression betrayed nothing, but within, he was actually rather amused with the pilot, as he always was.  The crassness and crudity of the man could grate after a while, but in small doses it was actually quite enjoyable.

“Hm, a man as hard and tough as you shouldn’t be frightened of a few pictures.  Not when you’ve seen the real monsters.”  He deftly and lightly caught Cid’s wrist as the pilot patted his shoulder, and plucked the hand away, letting it go just as quickly.  ”Although I must admit, I share your sentiments on how one should run their blog.”

He stepped back, allowing the other room to pass, and nodded slightly.  ”I would very much like some tea, yes.”

“I ain’t scared’ve no pictures an’ I ain’t scared’ve no insides, but I ain’t gunna go outta m’ way t’ look at it.  Tha’s all.”  He lifted his eyes for a moment, doing his best not to roll his eyes before he headed past him.  ”Calm down, Vince, I was just fuckin’ with ya.  Go ahead and post yer creepy pictures.”

He moved towards the kitchen, filling up the kettle with water before he sat it on the stove to heat it up.  He sat down and gave a loud yawn.  ”So, wha’ brings ya out this way?”

chaoskeeper:

“Hm, I don’t know, but I am also not terribly sure it would matter.”  He shook his head, his expression deadpan.  ”I don’t suppose socializing would kill me, but there’s really only one way to find out.  However, in my defense, my blog, my rules; I like my horror.  Call it a… guilty pleasure.”  He raised one dark brow slightly.  ”That I would deign to change it for your comfort should be taken a little better than an excuse to attempt- and fail- at teasing me.”  His lips quirked in a small smirk.  ”At least the language on my blog would not blister the ears of the most hardened sailor.”

“Yer makin’ a valiant attempt’ve socializin’ right now, buddy, dun cha worry none.” He continued to give the gunner a bemused grin before turning back around to turn off his computer screen.  He glanced back at him and quirked an eyebrow up before whirling around again and stood up.  ”All m’ sayin’ is ya coulda given a lil warnin’ b’efore I had t’ look at all tha’ scary shit.”

He gave a snort and then barked out a laugh before patting the man’s shoulder.  ”M’ as hard as a salior can get!  If anyone has a problem with how I run m’ blog, they can suck it!

“Ya want some tea er somethin’?”

chaoskeeper:

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

chaoskeeper:

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

“Vince, yer blog scares the shit outta me.”

“Does it?  I’m afraid I cannot help that, Cid.”  There was a very slightly sardonic edge to the gunman’s voice.

“Sure ya can.  Next time ya see a fuckin’ pumpin’ heart on yer dash er a lil girl somehow crawlin’ belly up?  Jus’ say no.”  He squinted at the screen for a moment.  ”Them pokamans is a nice touch.”

“That was just my queue.  I simply cannot be bothered to be here all the time, Cid.  So I queued things.  Horror, or have you forgotten I am a walking horror movie.”  A faint, very faint smile, mostly obscured by the high collar of that red mantle.  ”But yes, I very much like my pokemon.”  He shifted his weight slightly where he stood, keeping his gaze on Cid.  ”But if my queue bothers you so much, I could turn it off and try to get on everyday instead.”  That glitter of amusement in the gunman’s red eyes, was he serious?  Or simply teasing the pilot?

Cid snorted.  ”Actin’ like queuin’ it up first somehow excuses ya from it?”  He whirled around in his chair and leaned back, getting himself comfortable before he lit up a cigarette.  ”It’s called a social media, Vince.  Ya sure gettin’ on everyday’ll work?  Blood vessels won’t pop from, ya know… all th’ socializin’?”  The corner of his mouth tugged tightly in a shit eatting grin.

chaoskeeper:

thegoddamnrocketscientist:

“Vince, yer blog scares the shit outta me.”

“Does it?  I’m afraid I cannot help that, Cid.”  There was a very slightly sardonic edge to the gunman’s voice.

“Sure ya can.  Next time ya see a fuckin’ pumpin’ heart on yer dash er a lil girl somehow crawlin’ belly up?  Jus’ say no.”  He squinted at the screen for a moment.  ”Them pokamans is a nice touch.”

“Vince, yer blog scares the shit outta me.”

somefinalfantasythings:

Look.  Red XIII’s job is “Beast.” 

Cid is an “old” pilot who is 32… 

“Oldest 32 year old all ya’ll will ever meet.”

Anonymous asked: Is there anything in particular that makes you happy?

“Lots’ve thangs make me happy!  M’ a happy guy, goddammit!”

Anonymous asked: So, Mr. Highwind, can you tell us about your cool dragon limit break thing? 8D

“Well, it’s jus’ called Dragon, so dun go spazzin’ over it.”  Cid rubbed his nose and gave a sniff.  ”I mean, all m’ doin’ is summonin’ a dragon without materia an’ usin’ it t’ drain th’ health an’ magic’ve m’ foes.  Some might call tha’ impressive, but I call it another day’ve living as Cid Highwind.”  

Anonymous asked: Have you ever met Angeal?

“Angeal?  Sure I have, I sorta met him an’ th’ other general’s back durin’ tha’ meanin’less war against Wutai, but me an’ Ang gotta meet fer real right ‘round th’ time I was gettin’ m’ Rocket t’gether.  Per custom’ve m’ people, I acted like a dick ‘til drinkin’ was mentioned an’ then made sure I was moochin’ off’ve him fer days.  Good guy.  Little too nice, if ya ask me.”

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Request: Cid Highwind - Final Fantasy VII

cherrizard asked:

ohhhh you should do someone from final fantasy 7 idk who you’d want to do though. you can choose!!

If I’m gonna voice someone from Final Fantasy VII, it’s GOTTA be Cid Highwind and my favorite scene with him.  I know there’s already an English voice for Cid, but I always thought he should sound a lot crankier and angry.

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