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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 18:09:17 GMT -5
It was no chance that had Reno travelling towards Traverse Town. There was a message floating about space he had managed to pick up as he was leaving his last location. It came not from a lost soul or from some damsel in distress but from the boss he had managed to become separated from. Despite looking there had been no hint of the man anywhere. But now news had turned up that he was in Traverse Town and apparently quite stuck.
Reno wasn't a loyal puppy for nothing. His master was calling so he was ongoing running. He was, after all, Reno's most likely source of income and he's much rather work for someone he knew than someone new. It might be a cut throat business but it was a game he played well. Navigating those paths weren't quite as difficult as it seemed. Especially not for a professional like himself.
Traverse Town had a lot of debris around it. You'd think a heavily used planet like this one (judging from the traffic statistics and population) would have better clean up schedules than they did. Maybe it was budget cuts. Reno snorted to himself. Budget cuts were a joke. He remembered the like in ShinRa. It was less cuts and more a reshuffling of finances. Who was more pleasing this quarter? Wave a wand and shower them with the ones they wanted while yanking it from some place else. Isn't that always the way?
Reno eventually managed to dock after being forced to circle for half an hour - apparently they hadn't the space for him. Making his irritation known to the attendant, he left it in the Gummi Garage to the engineers who he promised a nice return for their hard work and discretion. That and he'd gut them if they tried to pull one over on him - not that he told them that. The essence of Gummi wasn't so hard, especially not when he stole a couple of manuals when they weren't looking. A couple might be all he needed, but he'd pilfer more later when he could just in case. He was of the mind that you couldn't know too much.
Knowing Rufus's exact location might be nice though.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2014 23:34:02 GMT -5
R u f u s S h i n r a firemasterofcheyenne
It was hard to say that Rufus held an unpleasantness for children. He never seemed to harbor any affections toward living adults, (though that was saying he had a distinct grin painted on his usually neutral features when someone was dead at feet, on his orders no less) but the living were loud, needy creatures that rarely rubbed Rufus the right way. He was a simple man to please. Though not exclusively egocentric he was appreciative of solitude. Perhaps it was the life of a Shinra heir, but those that tended to him as a child knew the boy to be an inward individual who held a frightening perceptive view on the world. They said he was dangerous, but few hardly hold an understanding as to why such a tall and lanky male such as he rattled the human psyche with a sense of fear and dread. It was because he had no natural fear. His understanding of the world's social constructs are what provide him a buffer between humanity and insanity, but in the end he was a cold and calculating, high functioning sociopath.
Children were tolerable. They were not like adults who had nasty habits and uncultured mannerism already hardwired into their systems. A child could be taught, trained. Though as willful as their fully grown counterparts, a child was far more resilient and truthful. An adult tries to please, but teach a child to see the truth and one could easily drive them to fortune. That was how a Turk was raises. The ideals of what it meant to succeed and be rich were taught, their drive nurtures, their sloven behaviors of greed torn apart with ideals of honor and pride for the company. That is how you raised a true killer. So he had not minded the company of that child. In fact it had invigorated him to continue his plans, even further them. Children were the future.
Rufus sat on the balcony of his hotel room, enjoying a spot of tea. Dark Nation, who was glad to be at his master's side once more, proudly watched over him as he ate. Though the time spent in Traverse Town was not without gain, he would certainly not miss the quaint and seemingly quiet town. Heartless were not his favorite fiends to run into. A waste of shots and magic, not that it was much of a good idea to overuse the Materia he did have in any case. It left the Gaian body with an insurmountable amount of vulnerability. It was a bit stressful, far too grievous for the troubles stomach of an entrepreneur such as himself. Tea would soothe his stomach and ebb away the frustration that came with being a leader.
There wasn't much to look at out on the balconies of Traverse Town's hotels. They were all situated in the back alleys, making for a giftless view of bricks and the brackish sewer waters. Raising his cup to his lips the executive inhaled then gentle aroma of ginseng and lemon. Sitting upon a plate, on the table of the balcony was a simple sandwich, half eaten. His phone, a useless brick on this world, lay resting on his napkins to keep them from going airborne. Suddenly his phone woke up, the small device vibrating across the table. His napkins too to the winds, his PHS having picked up a signal of a nearby device. His pickup call had somehow gotten through, only for moments after his phone becoming bricked by the lack of recognizable towers. In this the executive leaned forward to check his phone, only for it to show it had signal. What was going on here?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2014 18:31:31 GMT -5
After landing in Traverse Town Reno was at a loss of where to go. He only knew Rufus was here, but not where. He was amazed the signal had ever reached him at all. If he was a man who cared about money he'd be cringing at his phone bill. Could there even be a phone bill? Reno confessed he hadn't checked. He hadn't bothered about money for a long long time. Entering the Turks had ensure he would never have to worry about that again. Now he just worried about failing: and only sometimes.
Reno scoured through Traverse Town looking for his wayward boss. It wasn't the first time Rufus had gone walk-abouts. Running protection detail for that man required a vigilant eye and the ability to make Rufus feel as though he was alone. It was a knack Reno had developed over the years. In an instant he could snap from blending into the background to fierce little guard dog (though he was more like a vicious cat) protecting his master. Reno didn't mind the analogy. He supposed it was rather accurate.
District Two was a mighty ghost town. It wasn't at all like the First where there were no Heartless and just a lot of easily pick pocketed people milling around. There was even someone Reno would go so far as to describe as a wench standing in an empty restaurant which appeared to be perpetually closed: the lights were on but no one was home save for one scrap of wobbly but hot ass piece of sanity. Admittedly Reno did stare at her boobs for a while before deciding that he'd seen probably what was the best view and moved on.
The large large doors of the second dictrict swung open without a sound, and slightly ominously as though something were lurking behind them waiting to jump out. He didn't resist the urge to have his EMR drawn and it saved his life too as a Heartless popped out of nowhere and started batting its arms about. It was big, fat, dumb and stupid and while it was powerful (Reno did fly into a fall just the once) it was easy enough to defeat once you figured out jumping on its back was the way. Before he figured that out he rebounded rather spectacularly from the creature having attacked its front. He soared so far, landing on his feet - lucky him - that the creature vanished having assumed the threat was neutralised. It appeared moments later when he got to the same spot making him think these dumb assed creatures were just lurking in this specific spot for a poor unfortunate soul. Well it wasn't their lucky day because Reno was anything but that.
Having dealt with two batches of large floaty heartless and big bombing ones Reno turned into a nearby ally and was accosted by tiny little bodies wearing tiny little hats. They were rather cute actually, these baby Heartless until they started setting him on fire. "Jeez it's like being attacked my mutant baby chocobos," he muttered angrily as he flapped about to get rid of them. It took longer than it should have but he didn't have any water or ice on him, only fire and he didn't want to make the blighters stronger.
During his flapping he discovered a white figure on one of the balconies. Well he'd be damned! It was Rufus! He'd know that easily stained yet remarkably perfect get up anywhere. Why his boss insisted upon wearing all white Reno had no idea. He rather thought black was more dignified but maybe he was trying to project an idea that he was pure or some shit. Reno left the regular psycho babble to his psychopathic employer.
Climbing up to the adjacent balcony was rather easy. Reno had managed to spot Dark Freaking Nation, a mutt he hadn't seen in an age and he couldn't remember if the thing liked him or not. Reno had nothing against the hound himself but they were notoriously loyal and extremely possessive. He may have managed to convey that Dark Nation had a prized position within Rufus's hierarchy, but you could never tell what that thing understood. Reno always thought that if it was a person it'd be Rufus's soul mate.
a/n - sorry for the wait, I lacked a flow, but it seems I found it once I started!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2014 16:23:43 GMT -5
R u f u s S h i n r a firemasterofcheyenne
Rufus was content to sit and enjoy his meal calmly. He would rather not have it interrupted with the dramatics of his position. When his phone did alert him of its signal and nearby phone he reached out to simply shut off its functions until he could fill his stomach and calm it indefinitely. Dark Nation was always the perfect company for a meal. He did not beg for food, even if he was always given table scraps after. He never barked unless it was deemed necessary, not did he nose around near the table, or look to, and fallen bits. No he was a good hound and only at what Rufus gave him. As the executive continued his meal with the class and poise his pride offered, he would resume his inner musings.
This world had proven itself an active hub of trade. It would be criminal to ignore such an opportunity as it so brilliantly presented itself. As a man of power, as a Shinra: Rufus always considered his legacy. His father had a dream of a world of gold far beyond the one of stone he built upon the bones of thousands of Cetra. He wanted a legacy that would last forever. Lazard had his fetishes for saving those from their miserable lives in the slums, trying hard to be a hero using the name of a man who was a criminal. Lazard wanted to create a legacy where the weak overcame the strong. Rufus' ambitions carried on the idea that a legacy was built so that you could attain an incorporeal immortality. A man could not have eternal youth or love forever. But when he was gone he wanted to be remembered. He understood that Planet cycled life and one say he would return and have his memories etched into the sky.
Dark Nation turned his head, those beady yellow glaring out into the darkness of the night. He pushed the stand from his spot seated by Rufus and padded toward the edge of the balcony. The hound pushed off his hind legs, moving to rest his forepaws on the surface of the balcony's lip. His large head turned down, twitchy nose catching the scent of someone familiar. The hound's sharp ears twitched as he parted. He let out a deep, woofing bark, that curled, bladed tail wagging. Rufus raised his head, fingers curled around his tea cup. When a splash of red peeked out from over the edge the man would quirk his brows, body shifting in curiosity. Setting his tea cup down the man stood from his seat, picking up his napkin to dab at his lips. The sandwich remained unfinished, his attention on the flaming red embers that seemed to spark up from the darkness. Soon those flames grew into a familiar face.
“Well, well. This is unexpected.” Rufus would almost coo. “What brings you to such a quaint world?” It was always difficult to understand what Rufus was inferring with his words.
Often times people believed what he said, was what he meant. It was true for much of the time. Rufus had no need to lie, lower himself to hide his hand from his enemy. The game was to outsmart them, not hide the aces up your sleeves. The aces should remain in the deck and ready to fall into your hand at the right time. The game was about strategy and knowing what power you had and the power you lacked. He lacked power and he was not going to ignore the fact that such a backwater world had some of the busiest and advanced technology he has seen. He was not sure if Moogles did much of their work with magic, but the things they built were phenomenal. Standing the man opened the balcony door into his hotel room. Dark Nation growled at Reno, though not in the way an aggressive animal would, more like play. But who would ever play with a Tentacle Hound? They were fierce, deadly and very loyal to their pack.
“It’s a bit chilly outside.” He would state. Perhaps inviting Reno in, or just inviting himself out of the cold.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2014 2:31:53 GMT -5
Reno resisted the urge to sigh. It was so like Rufus to be so chillingly receptive. This was why people had a tendency not to like him. Reno did understand his need to maintain his cold, frigid persona, but he also knew you got a lot further if people thought you were warm and cuddly. Reno, in many ways, was as warm and cuddly as he portrayed but it was also a cover for his own cold and calculating nature. Of course the down side of being approachable was that people tended to approach you and he was sure Rufus didn't want that. Reno didn't want that. It'd make it so much harder to keep the man alive. Course, if he was more friendly less people would want to kill him. Life is but a cabaret, or so they say.
"Nation!" Reno exclaimed in greeting, smiling at the hound who was up on the railing with a wagging tail. Reno assumed he was right in his memory of making nice with the hound, because well, Reno did have a sense of self preservation however slight, and he did like furry/fluffy things. He could see the appeal in Dark Nation's strong powerful body, the loyal companionship, the easy protection and of course the fact the sleek black canine/monster hardly ever barked. Apparently Reno was special.
"The scenery," Reno replied, playing Rufus's game. They both know that Rufus had snapped his fingers, Reno heard and he had jumped, assuming how high Rufus had wanted him to fly. He gets it wrong sometimes but he was quick to adjust. Still, Reno liked his lingering sense of liberty. It was the only way for him to function effectively. He knew the rules, he knew his bounds and while he might test them from time to time if you looked at his record he more or less stays firmly inside his little square box.
Reno easily travelled from one balcony to another. It was probably a skill AVALANCHE thought above him. He had being trying to approve relations with them and while they didn't particularly trust him (or like him) they did seem to think he was more of an annoyance than a threat. Reno would take what he could get. He didn't have any harmful intentions towards them anyway - and he wouldn't even when Rufus told him to. But he'd do as he was told. It was what he was paid for.
Reno grinned at Nation. "Oh I'm sorry. Am I not payin' ya enuff attention?" he asked him before becoming distracted by Rufus. Rufus, always an attractive male had the type of physique Reno was attracted to. it was such a shame he was his boss. He had a nice face when you got over the depth of the apathy in his eyes. Though it did make Reno want to see if he could shudder it out of him. Ah well he can continue his idle ponderings since it was never going to happen.
"Yo, s'kind o' ya," he commented lazily. He knew not to assume what Rufus meant, even if he did on more than one occasion just to see if he could ruffle those feathers. It was a game he liked playing. One look from Rufus usually had him stopping. Being a Turk this long meant he could read the moods of those around him. And ignore Elena's. Because she was just too damn amusing.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2014 17:52:20 GMT -5
R u f u s S h i n r a firemasterofcheyenne
Rufus was the sort of person to do and say what was only needed. Wasting energy on pleasantries and anger was sorely unneeded and was time better spent being productive. But neither was that saying anger and pleasantries did not exist in Rufus' life. A greeting was short and used as a point of affirming the presence of your company, giving them a momentary illusion of self-worth, however transient it was. That temporary boost in self-esteem was sometimes the difference between being a reasonable guest and an overly needy one. When Rufus felt a person was too high maintenance he would be quick to anger and discard them if he hadn't any proper use for them.
His anger was indiscernible from his calm. The only way one would know he was annoyed with you was that person's face hitting the pavement or a bullet eviscerating one's grace for living. But what of his first meeting with Cloud? Was it anger or a curiosity that drove him to confront a man said to be a former SOILDER? It was said that no one has ever seen Rufus cry or bleed, but facing Cloud in solo combat and leaving with little more than a satisfied ego? Though the young soldier may have grown stronger, and the chances Rufus had against him now were more than questionable given his experience against the great Sephiroth. But what had allowed Rufus to take on Cloud in the first place ? Peculiarities aside, Rufus was certainly a force to be reckoned with.
Inside the hotel room it was as basic as basic could be. Rufus was never keen on extravagant rooms, lavish spaces. It only opened opportunity for assassins. When you are in charge of some of Planet's most ruthless killers, you learn how they think, but when you were Rufus Shinra, you knew how everything ticked. Meticulous processes that bordered on obsession.
His white coat be as neatly laid over a chair by the bed. The table had a few papers neatly laid out with an empty mug settled a good distance away from the looseleafs. Dark Nation moved to push passed Reno as the red head entered, grabbing Rufus' phone from table out on the balcony. The Hound made sure to physically brush passes the Turk before hopping on the bed with the mobile communications device. Rufus loosened his collar and sunk against the mattress with a relaxed sigh. Kicking off his shoes he would reach out his hand to Dark Nation to retrieve his phone.
"After a week I feel as if I could use another vacation." As a man of business he always felt that keeping busy was more productive.
Sitting around exhausted him. Flipping open his phone he would smirk. "Reno do you know anything of this world?" The executive expected of his men to do the work he could not do.
Espionage, torture, reconnaissance and anything else that Soldiers and Politicians were incapable of. Turks were a beautiful tool. A pack of hounds ready to act, ready to serve. But also capable of thinking on their own. Rufus, in particular, did not want to leave without knowing a bit more of this place, but those Heartless certainly made things bothersome.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2014 10:54:35 GMT -5
Reno didn't like long silences, so Rufus was sure to have long gotten used to the sound of Reno's voice talking nonsense. He was one for speaking a lot, not necessarily about anything in particular because large fuzzy spaces allowed for people to actually think. Reno found the best way to get people off their game was to fill the space between their heads with, well, you. It didn't work on Rufus though, or Tseng, or Rude, who knew what to tune out and what to listen to. For indeed there was something useful in amongst the chatter usually: some point Reno was attempting to make and not being particularly succinct about it. He didn't like being succinct unless he had to be. It revealed his intelligence and that made him uncomfortable. He did have one of the highest IQs the Turks had seen without getting into crazy territory (180+)
He figured he had some licence. Rufus hadn't seen him in a while and that made the heart grow fonder - if Rufus did indeed have a heart. Sure he didn't like people touching his stuff but one could never tell whether he actually cared about them or not. He supposed on some thin level he did - for as long as they remained useful. It was the only reason Reno got away with what he did. Test on Rufus's patience too much and he might find his face full of a double barrelled gun. It may, or may not, have happened before.
He did pride on himself not treating Rufus any different whether he was strong and upstanding or crippled in a wheelchair. The man was sick not mentally unable.
Nation brushed passed him on their way in and he smirked. The trust of that hound was difficult to win and he had worked hard to endanger some faith between them. Reno was fairly certain Dark Nation wouldn't try to kill him, and Nation knew he often brought him nice pieces of meat and would subsequently sit on the floor putting himself on the lowest rung. Most people didn't understand how to make nice with the hound. It wasn't an exact science. He'd made mistakes along the way.
"No munchies today," Reno apologised to the Tentacle Hound brushing just above his nose so he could see where his hand was. "Next time boo," he soothed.
Reno plonked himself on the floor next to Dark Nation and crossed his legs. "Not much," he confessed. To be perfectly honest he had been more interested in making sure his boss was OK and not lying in a puddle of blood or something equally horrifying. That man had gotten into way too many scrapes recently.
"It's a through world. A popular pit stop for the lost and tossed," he summarised. "Stats show there's a lot of incomings and outgoings. A lot of people from unknown origins who randomly appear. Others travel on ships," he said. "The First District is completely free of those cute little nasties and no one knows why," Reno finished deciding it was a rather good thing he had a ship they could fly away in.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 13:24:36 GMT -5
R u f u s S h i n r a firemasterofcheyenne
The executive was a bit more relaxes now that a more useful hand was present. This world was fraught with unfamiliar dangers and posed a complex string of problems that he had to unravel. Rufus had a natural, forward way of thinking that often bewildered the savages stuck in their old, primitive ways. Rufus was, after all, a Shinra. And no matter how much he tried to be his own person, it was the Shinra way to be an innovative forward thinker. Building on his experience in this world he would have considered it a wholly dangerous place, far too imposing with wild fiends to do business with. Curious animals like Moogle , which are video game mascots on Gaia, were revealed to be busy little worker bees on this world. He was surprised they existed, but came the thought that if it was an idea on Gaia, in a game no less, than perhaps somewhere it existed. It furthered his curiosity on what this world could possibly offer for the company. But this was not immediately important, he had a most important question on hand for Reno.
Dark Nation laid his head on his large paws, his Tentacle coming to drop on Reno's lap with the confronting spite of a kid who was not rewarded a gold star for his efforts. The tentacle itself seemed relatively light when it swung behind the thickly muscled neck of the hounds, but the cord of red flesh was, itself, a strong muscle that was moved much like a fifth limb. The end of the tentacle was covered in upward facing barbs that ensured the appendage cleanly stuck in its prey as it absorbed life force from it, via blood. Relaxed the pound of muscle was quite weighty. Beady yellow eyes slipped shut. It was a good indication that they were safe. Those tall, cropped ears twitched at any little noise. The hound was a good first warning system when Rufus hadn't and Turks handy.
"How did you get here Reno?" Of course his next concern laid with where the others were.
He rather not lose competent company thanks to the absurdly random draw of a card. Things were abnormal. This was no Promised Land, nor did it seem a surrealist nightmare induced as a side effect of ceasing the diluted makou injections. He had hears that there were many who became addicted to the stuff quite easily, even the heavily diluted versions of the substance. The abuse was quite a common fad in Wall Market. It often lead to the person becoming a mumbling, writhing vegetable, just short of inept. It was the same sickness many SOLDIERs suffered. If the executive recalled, they called it Makou Poisoning.
He crossed his left leg over his right knee before leaning back, arms holding his body up as his hands dug into the thick fabric of the quilt. "And what are those abominations? They are unlike anything I've ever seen." He noted the dissimilar nature to Makou mutated monster, but a similarity in their narrow minded natures. "It's as if they were…searching." Maybe it was just him, but the way they moved…
Though it was of little consequence now. "There is a shop in the First District I want to visit, seeing as we are already here, I think it would be an opportunity." Of course he was expecting Reno to lead him since he seemed to have an understanding of thus place's dangers.
A port town, huh?
"Apparently it's run by Moogles…" Though he still could not believe those words, but he had to accept the truth clearly presented to him.
The man soon stood and moved to collect his jacket, which he slipped on. The papers he had laid on the nearby desk appeared to be reports, some Tseng would be privy to at a later time. He neatly buttoned up his shirt, than slipped his white coat neatly over his shoulders, his shotgun holster adjusted so it was not visible beneath the cloth. Slipping his shoes back on his fingers would move to thread through his hair, straightening the strands out, though he never drew his bangs too far from that nasty scar hidden beneath them. A visible punishment from Planet.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2014 4:19:10 GMT -5
The long thick dangerous tail of Dark Nation swung down around his body until it was laying heavily in his lap. When Dark Nation used it, it was as though it were light, as though one could simply bat it away. Reno had forgotten how sturdy it was. It was a definite weight in his lap, those spikes an ominous reminder of what Nation was capable of. With his eyes closed and life threatening tail in his lap he had the air of a child sulking after not getting what it wanted, but understanding that sometimes this would indeed be the case. Considering there were many courses of actions Dark Nation could have chosen, Reno was comforted the hound had taken the most friendly road.
”Don’t be sad yo,” he said to the hound. ”Things are just a little crazy at the moment,” he said before adding. ”Crazier than normal,” he did not promise to get the Hound anything next time - he knew better than to swear to something he wasn’t sure he could keep. Dark Nation might be clever but he was still a fiend who had wants, desires, and usually the temperament of a small strong willed child. Reno wasn’t about to endanger himself unless he could help it.
”Now that’s a story,” he said to Rufus, whose question was perfectly reasonable. The real answer was something along the lines of, by Gummy ship, and grinning inanely because wasn’t Rufus lucky he had something as sophisticated and prized in this messed up universe? Or maybe that was just his boss’s luck. Gaia knows they had attempted to kill him often enough (Turks included) but he somehow always managed to come out of a scrap with his life more or less intact. ”It’s a dangerous road you know, yo. Like there is a heavy amount of debris up there it’s a wonder anyone can get parked. And that lot in the docking station...eh….I’m not so sure about them Boss but if you want to stay you gotta park ‘n’ go whateva way it is you wanna then hope they haven’t given it away,” he said. ”Oh an I hope you don’ mind the colour - it’s really bright, like my eyes hurt,”
Did...he just say what he thought he said? ”Moogles yo?” he asked. ”Thought I was seeing things,” he admitted. ”They all ova the First District. Call everyone Kupo,” he informed him. Moogles were indeed little toys on Gaia but not that small. Reno would have called them plushies and would also have said they were good for squishing to one’s belly when you were sad. These little guys though, you had to be careful not to be standing on them but they were fast indignant little critters. (Reno had almost kicked one while walking but honestly he wasn’t expecting to have to look down and see not only a Moogle with life but a tiny creature with its hands on its hips). After apologising he had went on his way a little perturbed and wondering if the atmosphere in the Gummy was quite right. Apparently it was just fine.
”Can I get up, yo?” he asked Dark Nation who currently had him effectively pinned by a tail. He’d talk to that floozy with the nice tits and see if he couldn’t get the guy some steak to make up for his rudeness (he usually had something for Nation) inbetween making sure Rufus was safe from...tiny should-be plush toys
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2014 10:00:43 GMT -5
R u f u s S h i n r a firemasterofcheyenne
Soft, grumbling growls escaped the Hound, its tentacle twitching occasionally. Large, clawed paws sat crossed over Reno's lap, heavy head at rest. Dark was clearly moping, taking it out on Reno. It was a form of domination, quite a passive type. Dark knew his master was fond of his smaller hounds and biting the was certainly out of the question. Those jaws were anything but gentle. Though their bite was nothing compared to their claws and tentacles. Those were the true weapons of the agile Hounds, aside from the innate ability to use magic, which put them under the fiend classification.
Rufus stood and watched the display between dog and hound with amusement. He was glad that the male was who he said hr was. The mind sometimes played tricks on you when you were in need. Honestly the executive still felt this entire adventure was a hallucination brewed up by Planet. He had been so sick and in so much pain the snarling whispers and chaotic flashes of places he had never before seen were tipping against the border of reality. Those who did not suffer the stigma would never understand the horrors faced in that crisis. He had a front row seat to the edge of death. Being so suddenly healed -- like being held by a mother… but Rufus only took this from what others told him of their experiences. He had never a mother of his own to know. At least, as far as Rufus remembered, he did not know his mother the way his father or maybe even Lazard did. He held no regret one way or another. The majority of the Turks were orphaned from about the same age, if not younger. All it did was preserve their strength and understanding of the reality of the world. Yes this too was a type of reality. He was here, he was real, thus it existed: it was a reality.
But he was unsure whose it was.
His bare fingers came to rest at his chin in thought, as Rufus did when he thought. It gave others a physical clue to his actions and processes, but as with most he did it was something done in practice to make those around him slightly less disturbed by his cold gaze. He was not without emotion, but his manner of expressing himself were not considered socially acceptable a great deal of time. There were few other men in the world who shrugged at the death of their own father, but mourned the loss of a prized weapon. Even when his empire had crumbled Rufus has faced it with a laugh. As if he knew a secret joke between him and Planet. And it was certainly quite the gasser.
No man shall inherit the Planet… mimetic legacies… It was too ironic. It was what pushed him forward in the end. He loved it. He loved living and manipulating this giant puzzle. He wanted to build upon his father's Empire, so Planet paved it over to let him play at the same handicap! Truly nothing stood as more poetic. The prized legacy of his father's world: SOLDIER, had been his end and Rufus' new beginning. The world had gone out in fire, but from its ashes they would raise!
"A ship?" He deduced. Really it was the only thing that could dock at a port, but something was off.
Traverse Town had no seaports nor airports or anything he has come to see. So what sort of port was it? Hr looked to Reno, brow raised. Clearly an explanation was needed. After pulling down the edge of his fingerless gloves and tightening the strap that wrapped over his wrist, he snapped his fingers. Dark Nation's cropped ears twitched as his large head rose from Reno's lap. The small, curled blade tail wagged, Reno's verbal pleas gone ignored by the fiend.
"Come, you both. We shall see to this shop. I have some questions for those -- Moogle." It was still rightly unbelievable.
It would not be a long walk from the hotel's front to the First District, but Heartless could appear at anytime along that path. Rufus motioned to Reno to lead on. The an was more than ready to get out of here.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2014 19:19:30 GMT -5
Reno gently lay his hands in Dark Nation’s fur. It was clear by now the beast was sulking, probably because Reno was sans his customary raw meat he usually brought him whenever he visited Rufus, and by visit, he meant stand to attention before he-who-must-be-obeyed. Reno didn’t mind doing so. It kept Dark Nation on side and less likely to take a chunk out of him. The hound was clever though which was probably why he was simply weighed down in friendly indignation rather than being menaced.
He was glad to have found Rufus again. It was weird but he had missed the man. Rufus was a complicated fella whose emotions, if he had any, were behind a thick layer of ice. He was a possessive bugger, which worked in your favour if something happened you just couldn’t control - like being specifically targeted by Remnants of Sephiroth, tortured and held against your will. NO one had been happy about what had happened to Tseng and Elena. They owed Vincent one for saving their comrades. How Rufus felt about that, he didn’t know. He’d probably bear it with his usual apathetic grace.
A ship indeed! ”Yeah,” Reno answered grinning. ”Doesn’t sail through water though. maybe ShinRa really should have invested in the space programme,yo,” he said before commenting. ”AVALANCHE in space,” he shuddered. It was too late. The cat was out of that bag.
Reno waited patiently for Dark Nation to let him up before standing, stretching and leading the way out of the room. ”Can’t avoid the Heartless,” he commented. ”They don’t have to be visible to be there,” he clarified.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2014 12:21:06 GMT -5
R u f u s S h i n r a firemasterofcheyenne
At Reno's comment the executive raised his arm and crossed them over his best in a somewhat annoyed manner. Though it was not quote the level of annoyed one would think when shortcomings were pointed out. After all it was no shortcoming of his. By the time Rufus came along the need to go forward with programs of exploration were gone. They had to deal with the problems of their world, yet fools like Palmer and possibly High wind, lamented over other worlds. Maybe it was just his nature to easily change his associations with priorities. It was the one way he and his father differed.
"Perhaps if we weren't against the clock to stop that madman from finding such a deadly weapon, perhaps I could have seen the use in it, but crisis before pleasure." That was all he saw space exploration as.
It was nothing but a waste of resources on the current infrastructure. With so much money having been going in his father's escapades and maintaining the Makou Reactors they would have had money to spare. The only reason the military had grown so large, over the number of workers, was due to that need to explore foreign soil. He was planning to charge into the Promised Lands, guns blazing. If it was as sacred a Land as the Legends made out, one would think spiritual apparitions would not take kindly to having bullets pass through them…
He smirked at the mention of AVALANCHE. "Let is not forget their efforts in all this." Rufus had spent quote a bit on their efforts.
Of course he heard their eco-warrior lectures until he was numb to it, but the had a point his father could not see. Nothing was infinite when you over mined in comparison to its growth rate. A simple measurement of Global Life stream levels compared to the increase in filtering would have cleared up any questions. But the late Shinra had built his fortune and Rufus' future upon the foundation of a finite resource, one they would die without or die with too much. It was a beautiful balance the young man admired.
Rufus was not an overly religious man, but one would have to be in denial to ignore the haunts that spooked places where death was carried out in droves, such as old War fields. One had to be stupid to ignore how their bodies healed with a minor introduction of the Lifestream to hyperbolic chambers. Makou was but the refined form of what their bodies were made of, what Planet made them with. Anything overly refined was no good for you. He was a holistic sort of individual. He had to be. Remaining both physically and mentally for were met to not becoming his Fairy Tale obsessed father.
With Dark Nation taking lead the trio could proceed out of the hotel. As they walked out Rufus offered a sly smile toward the hotel manager who nervously waved eyeing the intimidating Hound that spooked them earlier. Rufus did have a sadistic pleasure when it came to teasing and instigating others. It was a means of control. The executive hated being out of control of a situation. It was one of his many endearing and spiteful traits all in one.
"If it gets us out of here, I really don't need to sit around on the details. We have to restore the company again, but that means learning of new things and dismissing the old. Life is a progressive state." It all ended when you died.
First stop, the Moogle Shop.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2014 18:23:32 GMT -5
Woops. Hehehe. Looks like he had managed to annoy his boss. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence, if he was being honest with himself. He usually managed to irritate him in some way or another. He just couldn’t help it. His personality wasn’t one so easily ignored. Reno knew he was vibrant, stubborn, strong willed, obnoxious and deliberately difficult. He knew when to stop. Most of the time.
Reno held up his hands in a mock surrender. ”Couldn’t have known,” he intoned wisely. None of them could have known this was an option. Kingdom Hearts was something fanciful and weird to him still. Jenova was from another planet, they knew that much, but at the time it hadn’t seemed to matter all too much considering it was the only contact with another world they had ever had. But they were not Cetran, so where had the Gaians come from? Evolution? Or the stars?
”Reaching for the stars didn’t seem like it was worth it at the time,” Reno continued. ”Had other things to worry about, yo, I know,” he said. he knew things. He knew office politics and the difference in workings between the old president and his son, Rufus. He hadn’t liked the Old Man very much, and he hadn’t liked Rufus when he was a kid either. Kidnapping him had been one of the funnest things he had ever done. The brat had deserved it!
”Yeah yeah. They’re the salt of the Earth and can do no wrong,” Reno muttered cynically. AVALANCHE were great for sure, but they were also self righteous misfits who did what they wanted them they wanted. They were hardly better than most people grabbing life by the balls. They were average in a lot of ways they refused to admit but Reno could see it.
”Ship’s multicoloured yo. Don’t seem to come any other way,” Reno sighed. It looked like vomit. ”Best way is up the stairs otherwise you’ll get the bomber things,” he wafted a hand in a general direction lazily.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2014 18:37:39 GMT -5
R u f u s S h i n r a firemasterofcheyenne
With both dogs in tow, the executive stepped out into the cool evening with confidence. Rufus could be paranoid about his safety. Such insecurities were drilled into him over oh his early days of youth. He did not have the peace of mind of knowing he was safe, even when guarded by his father's soldiers. He had been one to personally instigate a number of 'loyal' soldiers to betray his father. There was no reason it could not happen to him. Just as a Turk was trained to be the invisible face of death everyone feared, they were also trained to expect death at every turn.
Multicolored ship? That was so blatantly -- under descriptive. His brow quirked at Reno as he adjusted his sleeves. Dark Nation was a few feet ahead, but would stop and look back at the two men as they exited the hotel. The Hound was alert, allowing Rufus to remain relaxed. Though the executive was never fully at ease, it was nice to leave some of the burden to others on occasion. But Reno's words did leave him with a curious mind. What sort of material was this ship made out of that allowed it to travel space so easily? He did not even question the Turk's ability to pilot it. Reno had a knack for driving any vehicle under his command.
Rufus was not for keeping useless company. With the price he had to pay with Reno he supposed it was worth it. There was no question toward his skill as a Turk, nor his ability to wear on one's patience. Perhaps he took a secret pride on both accounts that Rufus was not aware of. The thought made him chuckle. Reaching up to adjust his bangs the man had to submit to the Turk's nonchalant portrayal of the debate at hand, if one could even call the banter, debate.
"I have to agree their methods were contrived, but it gave use Cloud and his friends." He would admit. "AVALANCHE was quite adept at finding strong, driven individuals. In the end it remained to our advantage." Because if Rufus had not financed them, perhaps it would have ended with Fuhito.
Soon they would arrive at the Accessory Shop. As Reno suggested they would climb up from the ladder inside the shop. Rufus was still quite amazed by the little workshop the creatures had build. Given their size he would have never expected them capable. For a man as hard to impress as Rufus, the faeries had done so quite easily. Dark Nation had to remain on the first floor, sitting patiently. He had scared the life at the Moogles earlier so was forbidden from the shoppe as the other Moogles refused to work otherwise.
The man chuckled as he took the chance to look around the shop. His earlier visit was in passing, but now he found the opportunity to roam. "Reno, tell me your opinion on their crafts." Of all the Turks Reno and Rude were tops when it came to weaponry.
Pyrotechnics, explosives expertise and an unquestionable skill with vehicles. This was what made the pair unique and useful. His insight on the uses of these comically designed weapons would be refreshing. Rufus was cynical, so he would not see the use of such absurd machines or weapons.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2014 17:07:03 GMT -5
Reno happily followed Rufus from the dull and unremarkable hotel room. Dark Nation was out in front, as we was wont to do. The heavy set hound was a fantastic guard dog and good companion for Rufus who found himself alone for great periods at a time with a Turk lurking, pretending to be invisible. Plus Dark Nation had no capacity to answer back except by howling or growing or biting and Reno had never seen the hound behave in any way aggressively.
Reno gave Rufus a curious look. It wasn’t often the man laughed at whatever thoughts were roaming inside his head. Reno on the other hand was known for occasionally cursing at inanimate objects, throwing things and making colourful and off-colour statements and observations. He was more vibrant of their troupe but he thought that made him interesting. Besides, he had played this character for so long he wasn’t sure if he could truly remember who he used to be, especially considering he had been a child at the time.
”They’ve set up on Radiant Garden,” Reno supplised. ”Restoring the land to the way it was,” he gave Rufus a wry smile. It sounded familiar. While only two of them had been involved with the efforts back home, it was just like them to get all concerned about environmental shit. Reno did keep his thoughts to himself however, that it was odd they seemed to care more about this new world than their own. ”Guy called Leon is a replica Chocobo,” he grouched.
Reno asked to see a couple of models and examined them. He let out a whistle. ”They might look like a kid’s toy, yo, but these are sturdy and well made. I trust the descriptions,” he said.
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