Rufus wasn't as enthusiastic as Reno, but he had his own ways to show his personality, or lack-there-of. Rufus was a strong willed man who was driven by results. His psyche was fulfilled by these moments of fulfillment when the goals of his plans were met. He was not a 'big picture' sort of person. In meaning: he did not plan with a grand scheme in mind. Smaller, more easily obtainable goals were faster and more gratifying, emotionally. If the goals proceeded to the same end, getting there at a slower pace needn't matter when every passing goal was reached.
Of course when obstacles were met Rufus fought back with a cold, calculating response than was was socially responsible. From killing others in cols blood to buying the figures he needed to gain advantage were always under his list of acceptable responses. Perhaps it had been foolish using JENOVA as bait for the Remnants, but his still met his goal in the end. Keeping those boys at bay bought him the time needed to retrieve his missing Turks and the information they had gained in the care of that strange man.
He was not without complications. He felt just as any person, but his capacity towards expressing them naturally were destroyed by a naturally introverted personality and the training he had received, which was, emotionally, on par with the stringent training the Turks received. Some called it brainwashing, but others would dangle the phrase: a patriotic enthusiasm, which was born of bigotry and immodesty.
As Rufus would question the Moogles on the tools in their shop he would receive the most absurd answers. At first he felt they did so to annoy him, but he began to realize they had words and phrases for things in a Moogle language all their own. Maybe much of this was made with magic and technology. The difference between the two was so thin that it blurred. However so: Rufus was still intent on understanding it. So he would purchase an item crafted from them. Getting the list of ingredients he turned to Reno and arched a brow at his grumbling.
"So a leader with a similar disposition? This could be to our advantage." He offered. Let us go to this Radiant Garden than" He held up the list, a wry smirk curling at the very corner of his lip. "I have two tasks for you." He would exit the shop, Dark Nation close behind.
Stopping at the edge of the steps beside a post box he would look toward the Town's exit. These ingredients were foreign to him, but that meant they were untapped resources found in this world, or others. If they had potential to offer protection, or even allow him to manipulate the faculties of energy that may be abundant in these worlds, he would not abandon this chance.
"Let is be off Reno, we have much work to attend to, and little time in which to do so." It was a simple goal, one that would bring him great satisfaction.
Reno was a firm believer of displaying a personality, if only because it made the hours pass a little easier. He didn’t see why he should be boring just to make others people’s lives easier, simpler or less annoying. They certainly didn’t do the same for him, that’s for sure. and so Reno, in his infinite wisdom, acted the clown, if only to perpetuate the image he was in fact, the biggest idiot in the universe. And it usually worked. While it grated a little sometimes not to be appreciated for his skills or have his intelligence acknowledged as it should be, he knew in the long run it was for the best. Of anyone, Reno was usually the one to side-blind an opponent.
Not seeing something coming was not something Reno usually did but it could happen on occasion. He was a rather perceptive person and although he was sometimes surprised by people he had been them around far too long not to guess what their actions would be. (Most of the time anyway). There was always that small percentage of the population who did the opposite just to feck with you and that made life all the more interesting. Honestly, Reno didn’t always want everything to go according to plan. That was just boring. Life was for living and that included screwing up and getting screwed over.
”Yo, he’s saying that one’s easy to upgrade but the boosts are small,” Reno eventually said frustrated by the circular speech this Moogle was employing. ”And that one is harder to upgrade but the boosts are more than worth it. Costs more though,” Reno then pointed to another one. ”And that one, you pretty much take as is, but it’s reliable, easy to stock and load and packs a decent punch,” A Moogle may be glaring at him now, he wasn’t sure what with their eyes being so small and all but he did stick his tongue out childishly just in case.
Reno scoffed. Leon gave him the impression of someone who couldn’t be moved by a hurricane let alone Rufus’s smooth talking. Cloud Strife had the uniqueness that there was something vulnerable and doubtful about him. He wasn’t as confident in himself as he was in battling his mortal enemies. He didn’t know Leon from the next person though. Outward disposition was similar to that of Strife’s but in a more grumpy-I-Don’t-Have-Time-For-This-Joker kind of way than woe-is-me-woe-is-me. He could be wrong about that.
”You always got tasks for me,” he stated. ”It doesn’t involve dress up does it?” because while he could do that in a jiffy he was without a wardrobe, and various other supplies. All he had was a chameleon accent and this ruddy suit. He was going to need to find a new one some place but finding somewheres that did clothing was harder than you might think.
Reno followed Rufus, trailing behind him not needed for protection in this District, unless of course you counted from other people but no one was even glancing in his whiteness’s direction. ”Where we goin?” he asked. He always did like to know his next destination.
Rufus was impressed with Reno’s ability to understand the fluttering rodents, but sometimes Reno did not exactly earn the credit that was due. He knew that Reno was very capable in his duties, which is why he was one of the few members of the Turks that was allowed close to him. Rufus did not trust anyone, and it bordered on paranoia. Reno had a very rough edge to him. He was a people’s person. He was the sloven, ordinary guy that one would not care to look twice at when passing on the street. His posture was sloppy and even his personal tidiness was something to be sought after. Rufus often found himself having to repeatedly demand Reno wear a tie, so the man since gave up and opted for the redhead to simply button his shirt. And sometimes barely that happens. Reno knew how to talk to people and get them to talk, but for that one had to be quite skilled at communications. To spy one must have the ability to listen. There were reasons why people spoke used slang vernacular or even other languages when the more common choice f tongue was available. It kept information in. Though Rufus was always taken by Reno’s ability to take the colorful language of others and put it in a more eloquent, if not rough, manner that the executive could understand.
Rufus was rather peculiar with how things should be explained. Never too much information, but never too little. Sometimes holding back was important, but he knew that Reno sometimes got too excited and said things that easily brought offense to the opposing party. As was the case with the Moogles it seemed. In simple terms, Rufus enjoyed Reno’s view on the world. It was refreshing. Though Tseng held a view much on par with his own, and Elena was a very serious and driven rule-follower, Reno, who in turn influenced Rude, gave him the sense that he was not as far from people as he was. Rufus was not purposely asocial, but the nature of an introvert made it difficult to really accept the overwhelming, even tiring energies given out by the general populous. He did not mind Reno bursting into his quiet bubble, sometimes -- well most of the time, but he also accepted the fact that the man knew when to back up and get to work. Reno was far from underappreciated. The man was young looking and athletic. Even with his scrawny, ramshackled look he was a trained killer and fighter with a bit of a psychotic streak that brought the President amusement.
“Oh, but I’m sure you enjoy every moment.” Probably not every moment, but it was amusing none-the-less.
Though that was an idea. Dressing Reno up would be fun, in the sense of watching the man complain and put on faces while Rufus passed on each outfit until he decided on an outfit that looked very similar to his old one, simply a shade darker! Rufus had his guilty pleasures. He was not some cold, calculating machine. Cold and calculating perhaps, but no machine. He had his desires and twisting his human nature for frivolous ambitions on occasion was simply -- human! Dark Nation turned his head up toward Rufus, that bladed tail stub wiggling at the raising emotion coming off his master. The hound pushed to walk between Reno and Rufus as if to lead forward. The fiend was glad to feel his owner leveling back into a normal state of mind. He had not been the same since the accident and sometimes would slip into strange emotional fits. Perhaps it had been due to his near death experience, or maybe that behavior had always been there… He would feel trapped, helpless and lash out by sinking into himself and become a silent wall.
The Remnants had given him a goal again and for that the executive was thankful. Even more so to DeepGround. Their revival had pushed the visionary into a new stage of living. He had been dead for a long time. The Stigma had changed many things about his way of thinking, but it would never change what made a Shinra a Shinra. They would always be driven to achieve their goals.
“Reno, I need you to secure some information from their leader. Their machines, how their security system works, and their main source of electricity. First task.” He stopped right in front of the gates heading out of Traverse Town. “Second task, and hopefully something to keep you entertained for a while…” He teased, a slight smirk curling up from his lips. “I need you to locate our little delivery boy, and deliver him a message…” Of course the contents of the message were to be for Reno’s ears only.
He knew the man enjoyed taking tasks in the field. Office work, unless when dealing with pyrotechnics, was never his thing. And he would not have Reno any other way.
“We’ll be going to Radiant Gardens, consider it a little time off…”
Reno preferred to pretend he didn’t know what sophistication, elegance, and eloquence were. What was it to be refined? Rashva Cordona knew, and Reno was just waiting for the day Rufus demanded he dragged him out of his closet, got on a fancy suit, pasted in a fancy accent and razzle dazzled whatever mark Rufus set his eyes on. All things considered it wasn’t exactly a bad scenario but it would invite questions he wasn’t sure he wanted to answer. Like how did a slum rat fake an accent like that? And how exactly did he know how to hold himself? Reno of course, knew which utensils to use where at a dinner party but purposefully got it all wrong with strategic comedic timing. People ignored him because they thought it was their idea to do so: they were wrong. Reno worked hard to plant that idea into their heads.
Reno huffed waiting for Rufus to make a decision one way or another. A Moogle chattered at him, annoyed for the interruption but he shrugged apologetically. ”Yo you were getting way too technical,” Reno explained playing up to their egos. What creature, however tiny, didn’t have an ego? Rufus was intelligent sure, but didn’t necessarily possess the technical know-how just at that moment but more than that...Reno had merely been frustrated with how long it was all taking. Purchasing weapons shouldn’t take this much effort. (He had a cheek to talk, it had taken him two months to select the EMR). Your weapon was your best friend, right before your partner, and it would serve you, save you and occasionally hate you but what great realtionship didn’t have it’s downs as well as ups?
Reno revealed nothing over whether he liked dressing up or not but did give Rufus a sly but amused look suggesting he complained for the hell of it. He understood his entertainment value and knew that was partly why he was allowed alone with the President - that and his boss knew Reno would set himself on fire before allowing anything to happen to Rufus. He had initially hated the little snot but he had grown into a fine young man and a employer worthy of the Turks. ”You just like seeing me naked, yo,” he quipped.
Reno sighed dramatically and shot Rufus a dirty look. He hated being used as a courier or a fetch and go dog but it did happen on occasion. ”Strife is in Radiant a lot,” he supplied. ”Though where he is now...you know he doesn’t exactly like staying in one place,” having spied on him before Reno knew the hero liked to feel free. The first task was hardly the easiest one. It would take work to get them to talk to him, especially if Cloud told his dark haired counterpart he wasn’t to be trusted. He got the impression they had some kind of bond. Probably swapped brooding techniques.
A little time off? In the place he was supposed to research? Unlikely.
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