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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2014 20:47:33 GMT -5
~ ~ ~ ------------------------------- Next transport she could access wouldn't be leaving until tomorrow, nothing to bad. Find an inn and make do. Tifa at the end of the pier watching the last bit of the sun rays blaze off the open sea. Unfortunately, dark clouds had quickly made their selves known over the rolling landscape. Storms in tonight's forecast. Getting caught in the rain was not exactly something she wanted to deal with. Where is an Inn? The Brawler asked herself, turning as she pushed herself to her feet. Sailors love a good drink and would scramble for one pretty quickly. Inns normally had a bar, no big problem.
The winds had began to pick up rather quickly, faster than she would have liked. The storm coming in was a big one and was hitting the Port rather hard. The wind at first was just making her hair fly wildly around, but now it had picked up to the point of pushing Tifa from side to side.
Thwack.
A lamp post met Tifa's side as the wind flung her into it. A light grunt escaped her as she held herself up against the wind on the post. Getting to an Inn would be rather difficult in this storm. The roar picked up around her hair as she tried scanning over the immediate area. Few people were out and the few knew a quick shelter they could get into. She had seen some sailors crowd into a building at the end of the block. Get there at a steady pace against the downpour and wind.
The whipping wind continued to make her vision a little difficult and her hair seemed to be on the same team as the roaring wind, with it whipping in her view every few seconds. One hand was forced to hold back a portion of her hair behind her ear. Luckily it improved her line of sight greatly. What seemed like twenty minutes, Tifa finally pushed her way into the Inn. Notably, the door behind her slammed shut behind her entry.
With the wind had been a downpour of rain and she was soaked from head to toe. Her entrance didn't seem to draw a lot of attention and that was more than perfectly fine for Tifa. The Innkeeper seemed to be quite busy with things behind the counter and a barmaid was somewhere running orders to the patrons. In a steady stride, she made her way to the Innkeeper to see if there were any rooms available.
"Excuse me, but are there any rooms available for tonight?" She asked, placing two hands on the edge of the bar. OOC: Haven't rped with Tifa in awhile. Hope this is decent. ^^
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2014 16:09:09 GMT -5
R u f u s S h i n r a firemasterofcheyenne
He had never expected one problematic situation to lead to another. Complications always seemed to be a necessary thread weaved into his life. How he yearned for the simple days of working from dawn until dusk in his office. However unappealing the meetings were, drivel, all of it, the predictably of their droll complaints of cutbacks and constant fear of the shifting tides of the Lifestream; he preferred the clean solitude of an office as opposed to the dank cloister of an inn. For the executive there was just too many people and far too much disorder. He has settled in the room he had bought for the week. He was not sure how long he would be stuck in this miserable zoo, but it was better to have a place secured as opposed to being clean out of luck come a busy day.
The room he purchased overlooked an alley. There was safety in the narrow space as opposed to the rooms overlooking rooftops. It made the rooms far too easy a target for the lowlifes he spotted slogging about in the gutters, drunk and looking for trouble or for quick change to get even more to drink. But there were those lucid, with the eyes of a killer. Rufus knew those eyes well, because he surrounded himself with such company. He did not trust this place. It was clearly a slum, dolled up to appear as a bustling port town would. Wall Market was pretty on its surface, but beneath all that glamour and glitz it was shadier than the back end of a Chocobo.
In the room the executive sat as far from the door as was possible. He did not trust the bed's placement so close to the door, so ended up tossing a blanket on a wooden chair that sat in the corner of the room and using it as a makeshift couch. He removed his white overcoat, leaving him with his black vest and white shirt. He made sure to keep his holster strapped around his waist, shotgun loaded in the case of any fool enough to make him a challenge. Dark Nation sat beneath his legs acting as support for the world weary President. The blankets were musty and smelled like an expensive hair piece that had fallen into the toilet and had been dried off one too many times. The man had fallen into a calm sleep, body heavy from his journey. His eyes danced behind his heavy lids as dreams filled his consciousness.
Outside the storm had become powerful, the noises seeping into his dreams, sparking old nightmares alive. The blanket was tightly wrapped around his body, reminding him of the time he was trapped there in the darkness of his office. That small passageway and the burning stench of metal and death. The smoldering fires born of that day were visions of a hell he was always told he would find in the Lifestream for his lifetime of 'good' deeds.
A clap of lightning lit up the skies. Rufus' eyes snapped open. He found his legs cold and without the support of his loyal hound. Letting his eyes trace across the room he would spot Dark Nation sitting in front of the door of his room. His stubby, bladed tail was held stiff. Looking back, his yellow eyes would fall upon Rufus before looking back toward the door. The man stood and looked back toward the window. It rattled and shook against the power of the storm. Costa del Sol often suffered these seaside storms so they were nothing new for the executive. Just another day…
Rufus made his way downstairs into the rabble. Yes just another say in Costa del Sol. The tavern was crowded as people waited out the storms. With his gun in full view, in its holster, he made his way down, Dark Nation shuffling ahead of him. Rufus had spotted a familiar face coming to the front of the bar. Settling his hands on his hips, his right hand would slip into his pocket before placing a handful of coin on the counter. Rufus did not look up, nor take his hands off the pile of coin. Gold was gold to them, no matter who stamped it, luckily. A soft smirk drew itself on his features.
"Given the storm, all the rooms are full, but I wouldn't mind sharing mine with such fine company." The executive spoke softly before glancing over to Tifa. Dark Nation stood with his body against Rufus', keeping guard on the man where his Turks normally played such a role. "I can't just leave a friend out in the rain now, can I?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2014 16:00:50 GMT -5
~ ~ ~ ----------------------------------------------------- Wait, a bad storm had hit the port, and why would any sailor want to sleep in a unstable bed when they could sleep at the Inn? The wind was whipping at the water causing the boats to rock. Would make since for them to want a good night sleep. Probably seen enough of these nights as is. A small huff came out as this passed through her. By chance was there another Inn? Her side glance at the window sent a wave of discomfort throughout her body. Walking here was an adventure, going back out? The roar of the storm mixed in with the happiness of the sailors. All drinking and making the best of their night there. Next storm that would hit them would be out on the sea most likely. Good for them to take advantage of being able to sleep in the Inn.
"Given the storm, all the rooms are full, but I wouldn't mind sharing mine with such fine company."
The ring of familiarity came through the chatter of sailors. Rufus Shinra. Once an enemy and now an ally, friend. And luck seemed to be with her when he offered a bed. A small smile met the man when she turned her head to look at him.
"I can't just leave a friend out in the rain now, can I?"
"Rufus, that's nice of you to offer." Tifa replied to him, before glancing towards the storm once more. The roar of the wind still had not died down, Hopefully it'll die down by morning. More drops of water dripped from Tifa's dark hair around her to the floor. A warm shower and a hot beverage would make this even better. "Is there enough room for us both and your...entourage?" She asked while wringing out some of the excess water from her hair.
Far as she knew, Rufus always had at least two people with him. Was rare to see him by himself. Had she ever seen him without anyone with him? Well there was that time back on Shinra when Rufus took over the company. So, it would be strange to see Rufus Shinra without anyone else. How did it feel to always be followed by people who are trying to protect you? The feeling of being important and safe probably. OOC: Had to rewrite this twice ;-; cause internet. Kinda killed a lot of my muse for it. Sorry for shortness.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2014 21:22:06 GMT -5
R u f u s S h i n r a firemasterofcheyenne
Far be it for Rufus to leave a woman on the rain, let alone someone who has proven to be a formidable ally. Rufus was not known to be a charitable sort, bit few knew him well enough to carry such definitive judgement on his ideas of charity and humanity. He only acted when it suites him. He did not fancy wasting effort in actions that would not provide him with the most specific opportunity on getting that which he craved. The man had a chance to garner favor with the woman. Tifa was no simple victim.
The rough and tumble sort that seemed to be prolific in company in the pub were not unlike the sort the woman has likely dealt with in the bustling city of in Edge. Unlike before: those with power now lived on the same level as those without. There was no longer a plate separating them, so it left tensions running high more often than not. It made all sorts free to roam the streets. Watching one's purse or pocket was certainly now necessary for survival. Rufus never seemed troubled with these things though. He was always cool and fearless. The executive had a soft, charismatic smile painting his features. He gave off the air of a vicious beast, prepared to tear an enemy to shreds at a moment's notice, but with Dark Nation at his side it was difficult to tell from just whom the blood lust emanated from. His fiend stares up at Tifa, jaws parted and beady yellow eyes focuses on the human. His short, curled tail blade wagged as his senses were bombarded with the smell of booze and stale salt water.
"Entourage?" It took the man a moment to consider Tifa's words. "Oh." When the realization sparked.
Rufus could not help but to laugh softly. He reaches his hand back toward his shoulder, his thumb tucking beneath the leather strap that was snugged against his chest. The holster carried his sawed off shotgun. It was kept in easy view so that others knew he was armed. Dark Nation was usually a well enough deterrent, but a weapon was always assured to scare a fool or two who allowed themselves to believe otherwise. Adjusting the strap, so it was not so tight against his shirt. He did want to go about wrinkling it.
He looked to the bartender and smiled. He motioned his fingers to indicate how many drinks he wished to order. "Warm them, and than you can send them up to my room?" He made sure to place a bit extra gold for the tender.
He turned to Tifa and gave a lazy shrug. "I can't say where my fellows are." He motioned his hand toward the main door. "When I woke up it was only Dark Nation who stood at my side." Though that was not the entire truth.
He had been running experiments on a type of transportation that was more suitable to going between worlds. While Gunmishops were efficient for travel without the dangers held in space, they were far too conspicuous. Things had gone awry and now he had to handle getting back to it, or risk trapping himself on this world and destroying it. But with Miss Lockhart present here. Perhaps there was another means. But he had to find out first.
"Please, come up. We can get you dried and talk." Rufus would lead her up to the room, Dark Nation padding close behind.
Arriving at the room Rufus would retrieve a towel from the washing basin and handed it to the woman. He went to the end of the room to retrieve his jacket.
"I can only offer this to you, while you dry." He offered. "But I wonder, what has brought you so far from home?"
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