When Nero left after the Omega incident, it had taken everytthing Cid had (including several long talks with Biggs and Wedge) not to chase him down. The more he tried to hold tight to Nero, the more he'd struggle. That was in the man's nature, he was like a damn housecoeurl that way.
So he waited, and fretted, and did what he did whenever something kept him awake at nights: he worked. The concept seemed vaguely obscene, based on several civilian-use machina he'd heard about but never personally purchased, and Cid comforted himself with the notion that if Nero returned and turned him down for good at least he'd be able to put it to personal use afterwards.
Preparing the device did put him in mind of some of the more ecletic reading he'd done as a youth. He'd adored the boys' adventure novels with their young, stalwart Garlean lads facing off against savage hordes and corrupt engineers. Bigoted as all get out, obviously, and just as much a part of the propaganda machine of Garlemald as their daily news reports on the radio but it didn't make them not fun.
Cid had often found himself coming back over and over to the scenes of the viewpoint Strapping Lad, or perhaps a Gasping Maiden, chained to a worktable as a cackling mad scientist went over them with clinical precision, examining and touching them as if they were no more than just another experimental subject. The idea of being that subject had thrilled him, just a little - or of being the one inflicting such cold inspections upon a partner.
And he had to admit, Nero did make an excellent mad scientist.
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CidNero and Mad Science
Date: 2022-10-23 09:53 pm (UTC)So he waited, and fretted, and did what he did whenever something kept him awake at nights: he worked. The concept seemed vaguely obscene, based on several civilian-use machina he'd heard about but never personally purchased, and Cid comforted himself with the notion that if Nero returned and turned him down for good at least he'd be able to put it to personal use afterwards.
Preparing the device did put him in mind of some of the more ecletic reading he'd done as a youth. He'd adored the boys' adventure novels with their young, stalwart Garlean lads facing off against savage hordes and corrupt engineers. Bigoted as all get out, obviously, and just as much a part of the propaganda machine of Garlemald as their daily news reports on the radio but it didn't make them not fun.
Cid had often found himself coming back over and over to the scenes of the viewpoint Strapping Lad, or perhaps a Gasping Maiden, chained to a worktable as a cackling mad scientist went over them with clinical precision, examining and touching them as if they were no more than just another experimental subject. The idea of being that subject had thrilled him, just a little - or of being the one inflicting such cold inspections upon a partner.
And he had to admit, Nero did make an excellent mad scientist.