Serge smirked, immediately snatching up the money and placing it in the register. "One sandwich coming up!" Serge took out the necessary ingredients, turning around to prepare the sandwich. Listening to the keyblade master, talking, he nearly froze at the mention of a scythe-wielding cat. Then again, he had heard those so-called rumors...turning out to be the wrong feline he wanted to skin. "Yeah...cats and scythes...not a good mix..." he nervously laughed, mentally reminding himself Lynx is gone; he and Glenn personally made sure of that two years ago.
When he was finished, he placed the well done sandwich on the bar, confident of his work. "There you go! Bon appetite!"
He thought over the question, trying his best to recall what Kid had told before his arrival. He leaned back against the sink, pinching the bridge of his nose in deep thought. "Well, apparently Kid entered the bar to discuss owning this place with Tifa, and he was already there, wearing a different face; magical perhaps. And then when Denzel grew frightened of him, he revealed himself to everyone. Kid tried to fight him, but she was apparently outclassed, especially when her fire could have simply blew up the bar in the process." He shivered at the thought of Kid actually doing that, yet sighed in relief when she didn't. "And then...she just ran out with Denzel to protect him, while Tifa was apparently taken away when the swordsman flew into the sky. Now that I actually remember, but couldn't do a thing. Sorry, but that's pretty much all I know."
The only thing he did leave out was the psychological torture they were all going through now, especially Denzel. Hopefully Kid was doing everything in her power to reverse the damage...
--
Unfortunately, Kid was not a parent, not even close to that of a big sister. Hell, comforting was probably better suited to Serge. She almost regretted this decision.
She walked over to the child, kneeling next to him and patting his head, stopping the chair from moving. "Easy now, little 'un. You say this Cloud bloke can do, I believe ya, but cryin' ain't gonna bring her back, ya know?"
'Kid...' warned Schala from within. 'Be careful with your words.'
'I know...' mentally countered the daughter clone. But Schala was right. What could she possibly do? When Lucca was taken and killed, the only thing she thought of was slaughtering Lynx; definitely not the mindset she wanted to input into Denzel. Another her running around here might cause heart attacks for both Serge and Glenn anyway, perhaps even Cloud.
"Well, while he and Glenn are searchin' for her and that rotten bloke, how about we do somethin'? I don't like sittin' around here as much as you do anyway, and I can always stick Serge with all the work; he's ten times better at this stuff than I am."
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Date: 2010-02-12 01:23 am (UTC)When he was finished, he placed the well done sandwich on the bar, confident of his work. "There you go! Bon appetite!"
He thought over the question, trying his best to recall what Kid had told before his arrival. He leaned back against the sink, pinching the bridge of his nose in deep thought. "Well, apparently Kid entered the bar to discuss owning this place with Tifa, and he was already there, wearing a different face; magical perhaps. And then when Denzel grew frightened of him, he revealed himself to everyone. Kid tried to fight him, but she was apparently outclassed, especially when her fire could have simply blew up the bar in the process." He shivered at the thought of Kid actually doing that, yet sighed in relief when she didn't. "And then...she just ran out with Denzel to protect him, while Tifa was apparently taken away when the swordsman flew into the sky. Now that I actually remember, but couldn't do a thing. Sorry, but that's pretty much all I know."
The only thing he did leave out was the psychological torture they were all going through now, especially Denzel. Hopefully Kid was doing everything in her power to reverse the damage...
--
Unfortunately, Kid was not a parent, not even close to that of a big sister. Hell, comforting was probably better suited to Serge. She almost regretted this decision.
She walked over to the child, kneeling next to him and patting his head, stopping the chair from moving. "Easy now, little 'un. You say this Cloud bloke can do, I believe ya, but cryin' ain't gonna bring her back, ya know?"
'Kid...' warned Schala from within. 'Be careful with your words.'
'I know...' mentally countered the daughter clone. But Schala was right. What could she possibly do? When Lucca was taken and killed, the only thing she thought of was slaughtering Lynx; definitely not the mindset she wanted to input into Denzel. Another her running around here might cause heart attacks for both Serge and Glenn anyway, perhaps even Cloud.
"Well, while he and Glenn are searchin' for her and that rotten bloke, how about we do somethin'? I don't like sittin' around here as much as you do anyway, and I can always stick Serge with all the work; he's ten times better at this stuff than I am."