At the Mercy of a Madman

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Characters: Dr. Cidolfus Demen Bunansa, Vincent Valentine, Shelke Rui, Reeve Tuesti & possibly Cid Highwind?
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: A fatal error in judgment has caused a man's life to hang within the balance. Unfortunately for this man, he's supposed savior is really a confessed devil in disguise.
Location: Dali
Date: April 17th (Backdated)
Warnings: PG-13, swearing & blood



After spending more than a month hidden away within Dali, the mad scientist was starting to grow bored of this humble prairie town. Dali may be a slightly more scenic than Wutai or Lindblum, but Cidolfus found bored of the everyday grind of the common man. With Ffamran wandering off beyond the blue yonder with his Viera sidekick in tow, the old genius found himself with naught a things to do. His previous aspirations to thwart their Occuria overlords have soon faded from memory now. It honestly felt as if his grand speech he gave upon the Pharos was nothing else than elaborate dream hatched by an imaginative mind. With the sales in nethicie-powered goods rising, it feels as if the once revered and feared stone was nothing more than a common household good now.

"Is this it, Cid?" He muttered to himself as he wandered along the avenue streets. "Your wretched life has come to a metaphoric end, hasn't it?" Letting out a deep sigh, the doctor ducked into a local shop to fetch a few supplies for his clinic. With the simple-minded townsfolk only knowing the doctor by his alias of 'Alejandro', Cidolfus could walk the streets of this village in peace without having pitchforks flung his way. With Cloud and his ilk hanging about within Lindblum, the doctor didn't want to risk having another unfortunate run in with that bastard's friends.

"Two dozen syringes, please. I have a clinic to run!" He ordered from the shopkeeper before meandering outside again. It was a bright and cheerful day, far too cheerful and bright for Cidolfus' liking.

"I miss Archades..."

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Cid saw the doctor walk off to the kitchen. "You makin' drinks, Doc?" He was going to follow Reeve, but this was a perfect opportunity. He entered the kitchen only a few seconds after Cidolfus, looking at what all he was taking out to serve them. "Well I'll be, yer makin' tea? Not bad." He laughed, going over to the far side of the kitchen and leaning up against a counter, going through one of his pants pockets.

"Vince likes coffee though." He held up a small vial with a tiny, single, transparent pellet inside. Sleeping medicine from the local apothecary, the good doctor should note. His voice got a bit quieter; "Seein' as he's half he reason we're here, think it'd be any trouble to accommodate 'im a little?" The last thing Cid wanted Vincent to freak out about was this mess as a whole. And if Cidolfus wanted to talk about why Cid had what he did, why he was going to spike Vincent's drink, he would comply.

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If there were ever a time he felt like a guest in his own home, now would be that time. Cidolfus wasn't very fond of the brute who followed him into the kitchen, but he tried to hide his mild agitation for the sake of keeping the peace. The last thing he needs is for his modest little home to be torn apart by these brutish knaves. "Does he now?" The doctor replied with false interest. Just when he was about to serve the tea, the unwelcome blond pried a small vial out of nowhere. Raising his brow at the man, Cidolfus listened with attentive ears.

"You wish for me to slip that in?" Not sure if he liked where this was going, the doctor decided to hear Highwind out before making any rash judgments. "Is there a reason why, sir? Surely he'll notice unless that pellet dissolves quickly."

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"Yeah, I wish ya ta slip it in his coffee. It's damn near the only the man's gonna drink and won't tell this is in there." Cid crossed his arms and kept the bottle for now. He respected that, while they weren't on the best terms what so ever, the doctor still listened. Even if he didn't care that Vincent liked coffee. "If ya put this in the mug before ya pour the coffee, it'll dissolve before ya fill the cup. It's a liquid pill. The skin breaks down in heat and the drug gets nice an' even in the coffee."

He sighed, dropping his head and scratching at it before he talked again. "He's freaked out as it is, doc. He ain't gonna roll over fer ya just 'cuz ya say so or 'cuz it's good for 'em, he's gonna fight it. And he's gonna fight like hell, I think ya already know that from before." He paused, letting the silence sink in for the man so Cid could get his point across. "I don't wanna do this to 'im, but if it makes him calm down and get what needs ta be done done... then I'm all for it. He don't need ta freak out on the last second and kill all 'a us." He wasn't sure if that was an exaggeration right now, but he didn't want to find out.