Nuisances [Open]

Cid nan Garlond was a man of some talents, naviagting through the streets of where he appear would not be one of them. As far as he could remember he couldn't do that much. There was a couple of blank spaces here and there but he remember most of what he has lived through so far. What couldn't be remembered now his third eye will make him remember in time. There was no need to push himself to see what he has forgotten. For now he had a mission to do.

He needed parts for the Enterprise. The poor thing was in a state of disrepair, not that it hasn't been that way before but how things looked now it might be beyond his hands without the proper tools. He wasn't anywhere in Eorzea that was for sure, he could tell from the layout of the land. It wasn't the same, he had been traveling around for months trying and exploring ancient ruins but none of those places seemed quite like this one. It made perfect sense that he didnt have much in the way of help. Biggs and Wedged stayed behind in Ishagrd to help get preparations done for something or another. Their help would be needed right aobut now.

After covering the Enterprise with local plantlife, it worked before, he set out to the closest town to get a few things. He needed to find out where to get a world map, a town map, some food and some supplies. Of he went, he kept his pistols hidden just in case people were fearful of strangers. He began asking around town where he was and where was the nearest food establishment. He hadn't eaten since yesterday. He had been working so long on something that he usually forgets to eat. And so his stomach was now protesting that fact.

He was glad that for some strange stroke of luck his money was still good in this place. Which meant he could actually get some food and not have to wait till the evening for it after he worked it off. That being said he didnt have much, or at least much to spend. If he did find a place that sold the parts he needed he would need all the money he could get. Or at the very least be pointed in the right direction. He sat down with his food and stared at it. He began to think how the hell did he get into this situation. He took careful bites, seeing as he hadn't eaten for so long that his stomach might protest in eating too fast.

In that moment he took out his notepad and began to take some notes. Contrary to popular belief Cid did like to talk to himself, or at least talk out loud. "Damage control... Damage control. the engine is busted, and these are the parts I need to find.  The Aetheric crystals that used to power the ship are shattered as well, Not sure if I can find any replacements here. The propeller system is still good, so that is a bright side." He lets out a sigh, this was going to be a mess of a fix. It is going to take a long time to get everything and he would need to fix it himself. There was no one else who had the intellect who could help him. "Twelve be damn this is going to take a long time. First need to track down some of these things."

Of course no one would take much notice of this man talking to himself. As the man in question is still jotting down notes of things he needed to fix and do.