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World | Location: Agrabah, Desert
Time | Content: Right now. Tidus and Lassie have been tracking down Crow separately with their own agendas, only to run into the thief in a FINAL CONFRONTATION BETWEEN THE POWERFUL WARRIORS--
Rating: PG-13 at highest

The Blitzball Ace wiped a little sweat from his brow, his jogging across the sand the only sound in the desert calm. This place reminded him too much of Bikanel Island. Sand, sand and more sand. It had him regretting Rikku wasn’t there. She would have been as unfamiliar as he was to the place, but she might have had some good advice for navigating in a desert since she lived in one.

His quest to find Cerberus in order to get the information he required had led him to this world. Absently, he wondered how one guy who looked like, well, Crow, had managed to get a giant three headed dog all the way here. Then he realized he didn’t really care. He should have been focusing on finding Cerberus before anyone else did.

Again he regretted having little magic. Otherwise he could have used a water spell.

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This place was horrible and definitely not well-suited to dress shoes and a suit. He'd had to pause three times already to dump the sand out of the damned shoes. He just hoped to whatever deity ruled this place that he didn't run into any trouble. All he had on him were his handcuffs and his car keys, and he seriously doubted stabbing a Heartless in the eye with a key and trying to 'cuff them would really be in his favor.

It was in the midst of his inward complaining that he spotted a kid jogging across the desert. Damn kids and their energy. He sucked in a deep breath and went after him. "Hey! You! Police business!" he called out, pulling out his IDPD badge (and really, he was just excited to have some police weight back) to show him.

The sooner he found that orange-haired little hoodlum, the sooner he could have his gun back and throw that punk in jail.

Tidus paused in his jogging when he heard the new voice. He didn't know what the guy meant, but he turned anyway because the guy made it sound like it was important. To him, anyway. He discovered the person who had shouted at him was some old guy in a suit. Who wore a suit in the desert? He conveniently forgot what Auron and Lulu had worn in a similar desert.

"Hiya. What did you want?" Scratching the back of his head, he eyed the badge, not bothering to hide how clueless he was.

"I don't know what that signifies."

Lassiter made a face, but he couldn't really blame him, he supposed. The department just started up. It looked like he'd just have to make sure word got out about the police department. "Inter-Dimensional Police Department, it was just approved by the King," he explained, then fastened the badge on his belt.

"Anyway, I'm looking for this kid." And Lassiter pulled out a picture of none other than Crow. "He's been charged with major theft and I have reason to believe he's hiding out on this world. Seen him?"

"That's...a really long title for a security group. How are people going to remember it?" Tidus blinked a few times before his eyes fell on the picture of Crow. His eyes widened in understanding. "That's the guy I'm looking for! I haven't seen him yet, but he has a giant dog. He can't be hard to find. We can track him down together!"

He took a few steps ahead, pausing to face Lassiter when something crossed his mind. "I'll help you find the thief. I can't leave someone out here who doesn't even have a weapon. And you don't look like much of a fighter. Just, let me take care of the dog, all right? I need this."

"That's what the abbreviation is for: IDPD," Lassiter replied matter-of-factly as he hooked the badge back onto his belt.

Lassiter's first instinct was to snap 'no!' at him, but frankly, he was already at a disadvantage being... normal. And without his gun, even. He wanted to be annoyed at the guy, but even in all his stubborn pride, Lassiter could admit that he needed the help in this place. "Fine. You got yourself a deal," he agreed, straightening his jacket after putting the picture away. "I just want my gun back."

Tidus shrugged, not really caring what IDPD stood for, or if that made Lassiter some important guy or something. "Cool. Then I guess uh...follow me!" Again he began to jog, not bothering to slow himself down. "Gun?" The guardian could recall seeing guns before, but he wasn't sure if Lassiter's was the same kind.

Why. Why did he have to jog? Lassiter groaned in dismay under his breath and begrudgingly jogged after him. It was just kicking more sand in his shoes, but now he'd be damned if he let this kid show him up. "Yes. Second Generation Glock 17, 9 by 9 mm," he answers quickly, like he rattles this kind of stuff all the time.

And he does.

Then he almost gives pause, staring at Tidus incredulously. "Please tell me you know what a gun is," he remarked dryly.

Despite the blazing sun and heat, and the sand that liked to burrow itself wherever it could in his outfit, Tidus didn't slow down, and his movement never became sluggish. He listened to Lassiter describe the gun, not understanding what it meant but figuring it was a description of what model it was. He whirled around and stopped, sand spinning with his shoes and going the man's way. "I know what a gun is. I've never used one, but I know what they are." He paused, then added, "Zanarkand had them, but not many. And you needed to get a license to carry one. I don't know if Spira had the same rules. I kind of doubt it. But I've seen them."

Really, Lassiter was in good shape, but this was ridiculous. What was this kid on? He didn't seem like the heat was even bothering him, while Lassiter started getting sluggish and even more agitated. He growled at Tidus a little when he kicked sand at him. "Do you mind? I'm covered in enough of this crap already," he bit, dusting his pant legs off.

"That's better than nothing, I guess, but half of these worlds are completely backwards. A sword shouldn't be more effective than a gun."

Fighting the amused grin that threatened to show proved inevitable. Tidus still had enough shame to scratch the back of his head, which wasn't so convincing when he was still smiling. "Sorry?"

"You haven't seen my sword." Despite his smile, his tone became challenging. "And it's not so much the sword as the fighter."

And in the distance, there was what looks like a group of swaying bending palm trees. It seemed like there might be an oasis nearby!

...Then one of the trees seemed to rear back and let out a roar. No. That could only be one thing, right? And if they guessed that it was a three-headed dog, the detective and blitz player would be correct. And Crow Hogan was with it, feeding the other two heads some nice, stolen meat. It had been nearly three weeks. Honestly he was surprised no one came forward with the truth, how to get back into the city. Surely, Security would cave. They had to. ~~He had to get home.~~

"No, you're not," was Lassiter's curt reply.

This guy reminded him of Spencer, but as long as he didn't start trying to convince him he was a psychic anytime soon... Then it might be alright. Maybe. He just rolled his eyes at the next remark.

"That's nice. I don't care."

And Lassiter did notice the "oasis". And also that one of them roared. He frowned, tilting his head down to look over the rims over his aviator glasses. "Trees here don't normally do that, right?" he prompted, genuinely asking.

Accustomed to the point where curt replies were practically ignored, Tidus simply rolled his eyes. Now he knew what to keep talking about if he was around Lassiter any longer.

Not that locating the dog was going to be a problem now. Shielding his eyes as he squinted them, he gazed out at the oasis. "How should I know? I've never been out here before...I don't think that's a tree. It's moving too much."

That is correct. It is definitely not a tree. Actually, it looks like a three-headed monster fooling around with what looks like a small paintbrush that is tossed from head to head. If, of course, the paintbrush was human-sized. And the brush part was actually orange hair--

Oh, that was him!

"Son of a--... It's that punk!"

Lassiter broke into a run-- or tried to, given how hard it was to run in this desert. But what the hell was that thing tossing him around--? Once Lassiter was within range, he nearly tripped over his own feet and kicked up a cloud of sand trying to skid to a stop. It ended with him on his ass and his aviator classes hanging lopsidedly off his face.

"That's not a DOG, that's a MONSTER!" he yelled, eyes about as wide as saucers.

He did not want to go near that thing.

"Dude, what happened to his hair?" As soon as Lassiter began to run, Tidus followed, his quick reflexes saving him from tripping over Lassiter's fallen form. Jumping over the man, he landed about a foot ahead. He took a moment to study Cerberus, not put off at all by the intimidating size.

"Yeah, I thought it would be bigger. I take the puppy, and you go against the kid. Sound good?"

Without waiting for a response he cast Hastega (on himself and Lassiter), before sprinting at the three-headed creature.

Fortunately for the two of them, Crow couldn't hear or see them. Unfortunately, Cerberus could, and instantly he stopped playing, turning around with one of his heads to growl.

"E-eh?!" Crow slid down the center head. "What's up, big guy?"

That was when the other two head turned, staring right at Tidus and Lassiter. All three heads let out a terrifying roar at the incoming creatures. How dare they interrupt their play time!

"...Crap!" Crow, for his part, was shocked. "We got found out!?"

Again, Lassiter reiterated to himself that Tidus was on steroids or something. Whatever this kid was on, he didn't like it. People didn't just refer to a giant three-headed dog as a puppy and be totally okay with single-handedly taking it on. "Yeah, fine," Lassiter replied, trying to steel his voice in spite of how scared out of his wits he was right now.

The timing of everything after that was just bad. Just as Tidus cast Hastega on him, Cerberus let out a ground-shaking roar that made Lassiter about shit bricks.

He let loose a completely undignified and girlish scream and started to run. FAST! Wait-- that kid did something to him...! --Tidus was juicing via magic! He knew it! "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" he yelled, struggling immensely with trying to keep up with his new-found speed. At the moment, he ran in circles, full of panic and anger and... panic.

Wasting no time, Tidus was nearing Cerberus when he heard Lassiter's panicked exclamation. "I just gave you a little edge!" He answered flippantly, not seeing what the problem was but amused all the same. He didn't even bother to refrain from laughing.

He skidded to a stop when his thoughts managed to finally catch up with the rest of him. He was charging in, eager for a fight, but injuring Cerberus wouldn't be in his favor. Instead he took some time to attempt casting Slowga on their enemies, hoping either Lassiter would cover him while he did or he wouldn't have to.

The hell dog wasted no time springing into action, fangs bared and snapping, ready to fight and possibly kill. One head started to charge at Tidus, while the other went after Lassiter. The third looked around, making sure no others were coming.

"Woa--oof!"

Meanwhile it was pretty clear that Crow was having a bit of a hard time hanging onto Cerberus' body as the creature began to snap towards the two interlopers. He looked less like a master thief and more like a kid hanging on for dear life.

If it came between "not getting eaten" and "catching Crow", Lassiter would eagerly and emphatically choose "not getting eaten". He sped backwards, backpedaling wildly from the Haste before tumbling backwards, rolling over his head, and landing on his stomach. But hey, he got away from one of the heads, at least.

"How the hell am I supposed to get Crow when he's latched onto one of the things trying to EAT us?!"

And of course, there weren't any resources for him to use on account of being in a desert. Tidus, at least, seemed to be knowing what he was doing, so he decided to try and keep the attention of the heads on him. God help him.

"Hey! Over here, you mangy old mutt!" he taunted, waving his arms about and jumping up and down. He felt ridiculous.

Dodging the head that was charging at him, Tidus yelled over his shoulder, "I don't know! Climb up?!" Tidus began to regret his idea as soon as the words left his mouth. No way could he expect this old guy to do something that was a challenge even for him. "Nevermind, just keep doing what you're doing!" Laughing lightly at Lassiter's taunts, Tidus ran around Cerberus and began to try and climb up the hell dog. Easier said than done.

Edited 2011-08-08 06:35 (UTC)

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Oh god, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this. 8D

XD that is a wonderful image.

eeeheheheeee!

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