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Post by cin on Jun 30, 2011 17:16:05 GMT -5
The day was rolling on as Cin's shift in the Death City Garage was coming to an end. She was almost glad of it, today she'd had more on her hands then normal. Miserable costumers who forget your the one doing all the work that needs doing, cars that should be easy to fix but end up spitting oil in your face along with another unseen complication for good measure. This wasn't a regular thing, but it got on her nerves all the same. It was times like these she had to keep a lid on in even if she had to hit a few things afterwards. Cin couldn't stand arrogant people, and she couldn't stand having to put up with them, but on the other hand, she did like the money, and most of the time enjoyed her job. Shame you still got assholes who loved to piss you off.
The shop had been somewhat busy today, and for once the boy weren't cooking eggs on the hoods of cars for a change. It had been non-stop the whole day and she'd gotten used to the noise of the drills and her co-workers dropping things and breaking things and shouting angry customers and shouting angry co-workers when a car refused to start or just got worse. For once, she longed for some peace and quiet. And something to eat as well, and a drink. Inside that blue fabric jump-suit the temperature could get unbearable, especially when the heat in that Garage was twinned with the heat of the chuckling Death City sun. Cin worn the jump-suit half-down, sleeves tied around her waist to try and stay slightly cooler as she eyed the clock, leaning over a Car's open hood to do so.
She sighed to herself. After this she should be going out game hunting with Rick, whether he could get off his ass and show up, however, was a completely different matter. She beat around the inside of the car for a while more, for it only to cough up more problems. Right now she fancied blowing peoples heads off or something on a FPS or something, or beating the shit out of someone on a multi-player (preferably Rick). Or even better, hunting down that d'Metreon scum, who was hiding out here and lying. That night in London still haunted her. So much had happened she didn't know what to make of it, and that woman, who ever she was, d'Metreon no less, was still carrying on her experiments. And it was her fault she hadn't been able to stop her...
Cin shook her head, throwing out those thoughts as her shift bell rang and she pulled away from the hood of the car, whacking away the the bar that held it up, letting it drop back down. If Rick didn't show up, her day probably couldn't get any worse.
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Post by Rick Fader on Jul 3, 2011 12:51:28 GMT -5
Today was one of those rare days where Rick had off from work. Normally, he would head to Tech Morgue the moment he got out of school for a four hour shift. But instead of even bothering with training, he decided to head home and get ready for Cinamon Blair to get off of work. Today was a special day, one where he would go shopping for video games with Cin. Why was it so special? Rick rarely got to spend time with his friends, let alone his gaming buddy.
Rick's final class of the day was gym, which involved an obstacle course. While it wasn't too hard for someone who had been attending Shibusen for three years, it was still a Shibusen obstacle course. So the first thing Rick would do once he got home was to take a nap. Still in his gym clothes, Rick tossed his book bag and gym bag to the side, and plopped onto the bed.
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After one hour, the Demon Chair woke up. The good news was that he didn't oversleep. Wasting no more time, the Demon Chair undressed and stepped into the shower, his gym clothes left in a heap outside of the bathroom door. Once he was finished cleaning off from the obstacle course, Rick walked over to his dresser and put on some new clothes. Aside from the usual boxers and socks, he also put on a pair of blue jeans, a gray and yellow t-shirt, and a pair of high-topped sneakers. After getting dressed, he took the pile of gym clothes to his hamper, taking the inhaler kit from the waistband and sticking it onto his belt. Finally, Rick looted his gym bag for the wallet from his jeans pocket, after which he emptied his clothes from the gym bag and put them into the hamper along with his gym clothes.
Rested and refreshed, Rick headed out the door. His destination was the Death City Garage, where he would head out with Cin to start shopping for video games. With some time to burn, Rick was in no immediate rush to head to her workplace. Rick's walk was casual and slow, rather than the speed walking he usually employed when not in a hurry.
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Minutes after the bell signaled the end of Cin's shift, Rick arrived outside of the garage, waiting for Cin to show.
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Post by cin on Jul 16, 2011 10:24:36 GMT -5
After she'd gotten off the awful jumpsuit she'd had to wear, the blue haired Meister felt almost free, starting to finally cool down. In the changing rooms she switched into a clean set of clothes and threw the rest into a shoulder bag, before she headed out of the garage, her co-workers saying goodbye as she went. For once she was glad to see the back of them, if she were honest. At least now she could just relax and spend time with her friends. Or friend. It was nice to pretend she had a social life now and then, even if it was shopping to enhance the fact she didn't. Not that that was always a bad thing. Or that's what she tried to think, anyway.
Luckily for her, and for him, Rick was waiting just outside for her. The sight of her similarly blue haired friend made the stress of the day a little more distant that it had been only moments before. The Mechanic smiled a little "Ah, so you did manage to make it up 'ere?" The Meister walked up next to Rick "Hope I didn't keep 'ya too long." It didn't look like he'd been here too long, Cin didn't like to be kept waiting herself so she just guessed that was the same for every other person around here. She sounded almost as if she were surprised he'd turned up at all, but she wouldn't put it passed him to forget, or over sleep, or be to caught up in video games until it was way too late. She could be just as bad sometimes.
Cin adjusted the shoulder bag so it wasn't so uncomfortable. The town wasn't much of a walk away, but after a days work she didn't want to have to complain some more, she'd already done enough as it were. She also didn't want to get in a bad mood, Moody people deserved kicks to the heads or something, they were irritating. "You ready to go then? I hope you bought your own money, I'm not paying for ya'." Cin gave her gaming buddy a 'friendly' elbow in the ribs, before she chuckled a little, and started heading up the street. "So how are you doin' this fine day, hm?"
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Post by Rick Fader on Aug 8, 2011 21:59:36 GMT -5
Luckily for Rick, the wait for Cin to come out of the shop was only a couple of minutes after he had arrived. Even if he had made plans with his gaming buddy to hang out with her, Rick wasn't exactly the most patient person in the world. If she had been long, his good mood probably would've been lost. At worst, he probably would've ditched her in favor of playing video games at home, leaving a note in his place.
"Ah, so you did manage to make it up 'ere?", said Cin with a small smile. Rick stood still as Cin got closer to him. "Hope I didn't keep 'ya too long.", she commented. Rick grinned at the comment. "Nah, your timing was alright. . .", he told her. The tone of her voice wasn't missed by the Demon Chair. "What, you really think I'd forget or get caught up on something we fuckin' planned together? Only reason I wouldn't show is if some shit came up. Even then, I'd have the fuckin' decency to notify you. . .", he told his friend.
"You ready to go then? I hope you bought your own money, I'm not paying for ya'.", she told him, giving him a 'friendly' elbow in the ribs. "'Course I did, why the fuck wouldn't I?", he told his friend. Cin chuckled a little, and started to walk up the street. Immediately, the blue-haired weapon followed the blue-haired meister.
"So how are you doin' this fine day, hm?", she asked Rick. "Fuckin' good. Hows about you, sister?", he asked her with a grin, a clear tone of happiness in his voice.
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Post by cin on Sept 13, 2011 16:55:11 GMT -5
It was always a good way to relax after a day of working relentlessly in the hoods of cars, hanging out with friends. Rick was probably her best, and one of her only. He reminded her of the aggression that floated about the race tracks back in the day, but how the people around were extremely kind and gracious. In their own ways, that was a given. She and Rick were almost cut from the same cloth, walking down the street, their swearing alone was enough to turn heads, which normally followed but another wave of profanity. To be fair, neither of them 'really gave a shit', and thats what Cin liked.
"What, you really think I'd forget or get caught up on something we fuckin' planned together? Only reason I wouldn't show is if some shit came up. Even then, I'd have the fuckin' decency to notify you. . ." The Meister Shrugged and pouted, suggesting that she wouldn't put it past him, but it was only a jab at him. It was much more amusing to take the piss out of your friends then to compliment them, but credit where credit is due. The closer you were to someone the more you could rip into them without the hissy-fit reaction, which was both hilarious and annoying at the same time.
Though Rick seemed happy enough, and that was good enough for her. That and the last thing anyone wanted was an angry Rick, Cin included, though she could throw tantrums with the best of them. "Ain't too bad bro, ain't too bad. A little worn from workin' in that sweat box all day, but that ain't nothin'." The Meister replied, the Weapon following her towards the main street. "So, y'know where we're headed today, or are we just gonna have a fuckin' massacre?" They'd probably end up terrorising someone, that was a given, but she had no clue were the best game shops were, she mostly stole them from Rick. It was much more conventional, at the least.
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Post by Rick Fader on Oct 27, 2011 12:20:34 GMT -5
Rick laughed after Cin had shrugged and pouted. Nothing like some good old fashion banter between friends to start off some relaxation at the end of the day.
"Ain't too bad bro, ain't too bad. A little worn from workin' in that sweat box all day, but that ain't nothin'.", she commented. "Fuckin' A!", he replied to her question, pleased to hear that she was doing well, for obvious reasons. "So, y'know where we're headed today, or are we just gonna have a fuckin' massacre?", she asked. "Let's hit the game store first, then we'll push someone's shit back!", stated Rick.
While the two were conversing, parents were covering the ears of their children, expressions of shock, rage, or combinations of both were plastered onto their faces. "Watch your mouths!", shouted one mother. "I swear. . .", mumbled another. "YOU OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES!", shouted one obese woman, who unlike the rest, wasn't accompanied by children.
"YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH!", yelled Rick in response to the obese woman. Once the two had gotten away from the woman, who was shocked at Rick's comment, Rick looked at his blue-haired friend. "Honestly, what a fucking bitch. . .", he mumbled angrily. After his little moment, the Demon Chair took a few deep breaths, trying to shake off the stress that had piled up from his latest encounter with Mrs. Templeton.
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Post by cin on Nov 30, 2011 16:05:40 GMT -5
"Let'shit the game store first, then we'll push someone's shit back!" Cin grew an almost sinister looking, and slightly cheeky, grin. Her two favourite things all in one day; games and fucking someone's shit up. "Sound like a fuckin' good plan, bro, a fuckin' good plan." She mused aloud, her shark-like grin beaming with an awful glee. She, like her Demon Weapon friend, were, as always, completely oblivious to everyone and anyone else who may be over hearing their less then 'acceptable' language. Not that Cin really cared either way but...
"Watch your mouths!"
"I swear. . ."
"YOU OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES!"
...It was always a good way to just piss them off even more. Cin turned to face the collective of people who had objected to their language, her grin as maniacal as ever. "GO FUCK YOU'RE SELF FAT-ASS, SEEIN' AS NO ONE ELSE FUCKIN' WILL!" Cin then proceeded to flip the bird at the large woman, before laughing, and continuing to walk off with her friend. The Meister was in hysterics for a while after that, almost to a point where she couldn't breath, but at least she had some humour.
After a short while, Cin managed to get her breath back, one hand resting herself against Rick's shoulder as she bent down with the last of her laughing fit. "Oh man... pffahaha... Ju... Just give me a moment... eheh... hahaha... Sorry Bro..." With one final sigh, Cin stood back up, tears of laugher forming in her eyes, grinning like before. "Oh God, people like that make me fuckin' laugh so much! Man, my stomach hurts now..." After composing herself again, running a hand through her long blue hair, she stood up a little taller, walking normally instead of keeling over in fits of laughter. "Anyways...What were we doing?" |
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Post by Rick Fader on Dec 20, 2011 20:49:26 GMT -5
"GO FUCK YOU'RE SELF FAT-ASS, SEEIN' AS NO ONE ELSE FUCKIN' WILL!", put the obese woman into further shock. Immediately, Rick grinned as the two walked off. Eventually, the two would stop so Cin could laugh it all off, and recollect herself. Despite how pissed off he was, Cin's remark but him in a slightly better state of mind. Even though he wanted to remark on what an example the fatty made for kids, being a self-important cunt who gorges herself on food, while looking down on everyone but herself. However, he would content himself with telling her to shut the fuck up, and Cin telling her to go fuck herself.
"Oh man... pffahaha... Ju... Just give me a moment... eheh... hahaha... Sorry Bro...", she started. He watched the grinning girl, tears of laughter in her eyes. "Oh God, people like that make me fuckin' laugh so much! Man, my stomach hurts now...", she commented. Eventually, the girl was back to walking normally once again.
"Anyways...What were we doing?", she asked him. "Video game shopping, then pushing someone's shit backwards.", he replied, a grin forming on his face, his anger seemingly subsided for the moment.
The two blue-haired students pressed on. "So, find a new partner yet?", he asked Cin as the two walked through the crowd of people. "I can remember the mass shit-hurricane that ensued, and the fuckton of shooters we played during that time. . .", he went on, grinning about the heads blown off, the gibs that occurred during that long session.
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Post by cin on Jan 3, 2012 10:56:09 GMT -5
"Video game shopping, then pushing someone's shit backwards." Cin threw her fist in the air, fucking someone's shit up was the best way to start a day after work! "Fuck yeah! Sounds fuckin' awesome!" Cin and Rick were a notorious pair around Shibusen, causing trouble and generally pissing people off. Once, Cin got to class by jumping through the window. Given, she was late as it stood that day. "Do we have a target, or shall we just randomly pick some poor mother fucker?" That's normally how it would go, pick someone at random. One of these day's she needed to ask Rick if she and him could go after Theron, that bitch Nova's partner. His family were a bunch of psycho's, she knew that after her run in with his sister in London. The bitch had cost Cin and her old partner a Soul.
Now wasn't the time to think about that, however. Right now there were games to buy. The garage paid her well, and because of her work being some of the best in town, they even paid her a full salary. Though that also meant she was earning to much to get any help towards paying her rent. Not that it was a problem at all, she could still afford it, and to splash out on games.
"So, find a new partner yet? I can remember the mass shit-hurricane that ensued, and the fuckton of shooters we played during that time. . ." Cin shrugged, since Douken had left she'd found herself at the bottom of the pile again. Pretty annoying, seeing as all the effort she's put in during the Mission to London. Still, it was just another thing she'd have to get over. "Nah, not yet. I did meet this one guy the other day, he was gettin' into some trouble outside my apartment. He said he was a Trident. Interesting enough I s'pose." True, she had some interesting in wielding a more close combat weapon, but the Trident couldn't really take the advantage of her punching power. She's have to test it out some time, perhaps.
"What about you, been on any new ass-kicking missions lately, or have you managed to keep out of the Hospital Ward?" She grinned at him. Every time he went on a mission he came back cut up and beat up, but somehow triumphant.
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Post by Rick Fader on Jan 5, 2012 17:41:52 GMT -5
The response Rick got was a fist pump in the air. "Fuck yeah! Sounds fuckin' awesome!", the girl exclaimed. After the two of them finished getting games, they would end up giving out the hell they were known for ever since Rick met the girl. Needless to say, Rick took a quick liking to the girl that resulted in a crush, not that she needed to know until he managed to successfully complete another mission. "Fuckin' A. . .", he said, ready to carry out the day.
"Do we have a target, or shall we just randomly pick some poor mother fucker?", the girl had asked him. "Unless you have an idea, let's just pick out some random fucker, then ruin their shit.", he said to the girl.
"Nah, not yet. I did meet this one guy the other day, he was gettin' into some trouble outside my apartment. He said he was a Trident. Interesting enough I s'pose.", she told him. "Wait, you means James! James Madrox. I know that dude, we share some classes, he's alright, I suppose.", he told her. Truthfully, Rick didn't know the guy too well, aside from the fact that he was a genius. Whether she got that or not on her encounter was unknown to him, but he would assume so.
"What about you, been on any new ass-kicking missions lately, or have you managed to keep out of the Hospital Ward?", she asked him with a grin. "Well, to tell ya the truth, I ain't been on any missions lately. Rather, I've been training. Got two bitchin' abilities over the past couple of months. From Garrison Slitz, I got his weapon form. But instead of sharp wires, both my arms become two six-foot long wires, coated in rubber. They deliver small electric shocks, and give me super strength. Bad news is that they drain me of energy really fuckin' quickly.", he told her. "I would've been back on the saddle, but I was busy training up my Soul Resonance. Sadly, since the last Autonomous Weapon fucked Shibusen years ago, training was a montherfucker. But I managed it, and its this destructive punch that wrecks shit. But I can only do it once a day, and it fucks most of my abilities. A good sleep cycle sufficiently recharges my energy though.", he told her, grinning at thought of finally going on a good mission to test out his new toys.
"So, you gotten any new tools there?", he asked her with a grin.
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Post by cin on Mar 1, 2012 15:01:51 GMT -5
"Sounds like you've been busy, bro" The Meister replied after Rick had full and well informed her of his new tricks and abilities. Sadly, however, there came no story of pwn'ing newb-cake Kishins out on the field; Rick's mission stories always went off the rails awesome. "So, you gotten any new tools there?"
Cin scoffed with irritation at the question, but not directly at Rich, either. She lifted her head up and folded her arm in some kind of annoyed protest at whatever had gone on since their last meeting. It had been too long since she and Rick had hung out like this. Causing havoc amongst Death City was always a good laugh. It was a shame they couldn't do it more often. "Well, I did have that one Mission in London, but all that fuckin' effort was a wasted one. Let me tell ya', England in the Winter will freeze your fucking tits off, if you have any or not. I had to run across roofs cover in snow chasing some huge sack-a-shit down London, and trudge through a shitty under ground river, just to fight the bastard. Worst part? I didn't even get a soul for my hard work!" The Meister sighed and rubbed her temples.
"There were two teams, one soul. And some d'Metreon bitch showed up. Which reminds me, I really need to catch up with that short ass little prick. But on top of it all, that fucker Douken ran off, so now I don't even have a partner!" Steam was practically bellowing off of the Mechanic now with rage and irritation. "If I see Dou or that snobby little d'Metreon shit today, I swear, neither will have a head to take home, and I'm talkin' about both of em'" Cin's crude, but completely characteristic, threat, was one that would probably turn any warm-blooded guy cold, that was something she did naturally though.
She turned to her friend, the irritated expression still lingering. "You and me really need to hit up that cape wearing ponce, even if his bloody weapon is a friend of yours, that guy pisses me off, and if he's anything like his sister, he'll deserve a good beating, to." |
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Post by Rick Fader on Mar 2, 2012 0:50:40 GMT -5
"Sounds like you've been busy, bro", she commented. Sadly, none of his stories were about kick ass missions. While he's only killed five Kishin Eggs, all of them were fun. Though the Torso Killer was easy, especially at his current level of skill, it was his first fight, his first kill. Lloyd was a pain in the ass, even riddling him with bullets, but his death was so satisfying. Leatherface was fun as fuck to face off with, despite the cleaver to the shoulder he took. Woodward Corridor Killer was decent, but the best part was watching the fucker's expression as his intestines spilled out on the ground, both of horror and hatred. And Garrison Slitz was all around satisfying. A manly as all fuck challenge, put him on the brink of death, and the kill was excellent. Oh, how Rick looked forward to when he could take on his next mission.
Cin's response to his question was an irritated scoff. Rick looked at the girl lift her head up and cross her arms. Whatever happened after their last meeting obviously wasn't good. "Well, I did have that one Mission in London, but all that fuckin' effort was a wasted one. Let me tell ya', England in the Winter will freeze your fucking tits off, if you have any or not. I had to run across roofs cover in snow chasing some huge sack-a-shit down London, and trudge through a shitty under ground river, just to fight the bastard. Worst part? I didn't even get a soul for my hard work!", she ranted, ending with a sigh and a rub of the temples.
Rick could honestly relate to the last bit. The vast majority of his missions ended with him going through a bunch of bullshit, only to get denied a soul. Whether the Kishin Egg got away, was killed before he arrived, or that time he got punted out a window before it ran away, he had only gotten five souls. "I feel ya. . .", he told his friend in a serious manner.
The meister then continued her story. "There were two teams, one soul. And some d'Metreon bitch showed up. Which reminds me, I really need to catch up with that short ass little prick. But on top of it all, that fucker Douken ran off, so now I don't even have a partner!", she finished. At this point, the girl was super pissed. But Rick's eyes were widened. Nova's meister, who he knew little of, had family, and the sister was a bitch. The could mean many things. What if he was a mole serving his family? What if it was just her? Did he have any other siblings, and if so, were they assholes too?
Rick's thoughts were interrupted by Cin again. "If I see Dou or that snobby little d'Metreon shit today, I swear, neither will have a head to take home, and I'm talkin' about both of em'", she threatened. She then turned to him again, still irritated. "You and me really need to hit up that cape wearing ponce, even if his bloody weapon is a friend of yours, that guy pisses me off, and if he's anything like his sister, he'll deserve a good beating, to.", she told him. "Sounds damn fuckin' good to me. Maybe we could get some information off the fucker. Although, I doubt he'd actually tell us dick about his family, especially if he's a butt-fuckin' mole workin' for his asshole family. . .", he commented.
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Post by cin on Apr 9, 2012 10:13:06 GMT -5
Some part of Cin knew that his reaction should have been in the list of expected. She had assumed that because of the brats partner, November, Rick would be a little hasty in hurting the pompous little Prince in her regard. Apparently not however. Her friend was even a little enthusiastic about the idea.
Cin hadn't even thought of the idea of Theron being a 'mole' for his family. In a way in made sense, but, then, in what way did his family need or want information about Shibusen? Though it did seem a little far-fetched, Cin wasn't going to pass off that point. For all they knew, it could be true. It was probably better to make assumptions about a guy like Theron anyway, given the encounter she had in London.
The Meister turned to her Weapon friend with a twisted grin. "I'm glad you're so enthusiastic about the idea." She scoffed a laugh "If he refuses to say anything, then we beat him until he does! Little shit's gotta talk at some point." Then she sighed and crossed her arms. "Anyway, forget that crap at the moment, we're headin' to town aren't we? Geez, always get carried away by some shit or another." Now all they needed to do was wait for the right time to jump the Romanian. Cin didn't care whether it would be Shibusen, or some back alley, all she knew is that she had a goal.
Theron was a bad egg. It should have been obvious, even when he stood up for his Weapon. Something wasn't right about him, and be damned if the whole school wasn't to know.
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Post by Rick Fader on Apr 9, 2012 19:22:57 GMT -5
Even though Nova was among the best of his friends, Rick still didn't trust Theron. Something felt off about the Romanian. At the time, he couldn't describe it, even shrugging it off. However, once Cin had told him about the encounter with his sister in London, Rick's judgment of the boy seemed to be correct. But then, with the way she addressed Theron, telling Cin to send him her regards, it seemed highly unlikely to the weapon that he was a mole. Unless she was an idiot, or trying to get people to shrug it off, then that couldn't have been possible. But even then, the small chance was there.
Cin turned to Rick with a twisted grin. "I'm glad you're so enthusiastic about the idea.", she told him. "I simply don't trust the fucker. For all I know, he could end up stabbing Nova in the back, whether for himself or his family. But the way she addressed his presence here, it didn't seem like he was on family business. Still, I can't help but feel unsettled by his presence here, especially when we know that at least one of his relatives is a fucking bitch. . .", he told Cin. The girl scoffed and laughed. "If he refuses to say anything, then we beat him until he does! Little shit's gotta talk at some point.", she told him. "I'd be happy to use my weapon form to torture some answers out of him, but only if he hurts Nova. Even then, who's to say Theron won't spew bullshit to make the torture session end as quickly as possible?", he mused. The girl then crossed her arms.
"Anyway, forget that crap at the moment, we're headin' to town aren't we? Geez, always get carried away by some shit or another.", she stated. "Fuck yeah. . .", he replied, still thinking about the possibilities of what could happen, especially if his family were to attack Shibusen, especially with the doctor's most likely forced assistance.
Eventually, Rick and Cin would walk into the local game shop. While it wasn't too bad, the store had a few employees manning the register, the manager currently speaking with them. The shelves themselves were cluttered with various video games, segregated neatly by platform, and neatly organized alphabetically, save for the occasional game put down out of place by a careless customer.
Rick would first check out one of the console sections. As usual, he would ignore the PC section, despite the fact that he himself was a PC gamer. But then, Rick could easily get the PC games he wanted through a digital service. Most of the time, he'd end up exploiting a sale, maybe even pirate a game to make sure he wouldn't get screwed over, only buying it if he were satisfied by the product.
Whether Cin was with him or not was of no concern to him. For now, he would look on at some of the games he couldn't get for the PC. A few titles caught his eye, such as a fighting game with all of the content from downloads on the disc, a reward to him for waiting. From what he had played over at some house parties, it was a game he loved, especially after he deemed the previous game trash.
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