Post by Rufus Shinra on Oct 8, 2017 21:50:08 GMT -5
|Sorry? Why, I've never had this much fun.|
Was fall already here?
Blonde strands of hair broke their formation, falling over the man’s pale forehead as a bead of sweat trickled down his face. Despite the chilly weather he found himself overheating in his cramped office. The limited use of energy meant luxuries like air conditioning had to be forwent for the sake of keeping a city as big as edge running efficiently on the shoddily made power grids. It left him sitting in white, pleated pants and his black, short sleeved blouse, which he left slightly unbuttoned, letting his chest breathe. His hands were crossed, elbows on his desk as his face rest against his crossed thumbs. How grating it was, listening to the rampant construction generated from the recent destruction.
How long has it been since the Remnants had finally passed on? Time seemed irrelevant beneath mountains of paperwork, deluges of bodies whom came in and out of the makeshift headquarters in Edge. Those loyal continued to come to work as if Meteorfall had never happened. For them life went on as normal. All it was, was but a day’s work to keep their minds busy from the trail of devastation left in the wake of the series of events started by his father -- started when he tore from the earth energy. It was with great pleasure that Rufus completed what he had set out to do by ridding Planet of Jenova and her spawn, though there would be a day they returned until the Lifestream could rid itself of all that they had done to it. Until she healed. While the conflicts themselves ended with a great deal of damage to Edge, it ended with his great, new city still standing. The public display let the city know they were safe, whilst the presence of his Turks solidified the fact that Shin-Ra had a connection to these -- heroes. With the ruins of Midgar still within sight it was easy to remind himself why he was doing it. If the world was dead: he could not rule it. He had learned much in his time chasing Sephiroth across the globe. With every failure he met with grander and grander resources. He had met many people on the way. He had made allies, and made enemies, but those enemies were left with lasting scars as to just how terrifying the son of the late President Shinra could truly be. In the end Rufus Shin-Ra was able to create a new face for his company and brand himself a world-known figure.
There were times he far surpassed his own reputation. There had been very few who could see passed his mask and see the focus he put into his everyday life. One experience in particular, which had stuck with him til this day: was his meeting Tseng. Now all the Turks whom remained were all loyal and even able to survive the passing calamity. Reno. Rude… and even little Elena. To think even the greenhorn had even been able to survive. Truly, she was indeed the prodigy they claimed her to be. But Tseng had been that which pulled the other beasts into his circle. If not for his saving the man’s life from the mad biddings of his father -- well he would not own it as he does. They were all his hounds and in that they always returned to their master so long as they were fed. So long as they had a purpose. Speaking of hound, the telltale bark of Dark Nation pulled his from his thoughts.
The president had called in assistance for his next task. At precisely 20:00 hours a helicopter was to land on the roof of the office building that would carry them to Junon so they could take the a private vessel to Costa del Sol. There they would head to Mount Corel. The whole trip would take half a day, so leaving now would allow them to arrive at the rebuilt village upon the early morning. He was already tired from the very thoughts of having to interact with so many stupid people. They will all want to shake hands and meet the president. Small talk was a plague and the sub par intellect of a maritime captain was, at best, questionable. One would believe there was no room left in their heads with seafaring knowledge for the basic concepts of social etiquette and simple economics or political agendas… Though the latter served his purposes well enough. He moved to stand and gathered a few of his papers that he had collected on his desk before storing them away in a leather briefcase. He reached over the back of his chair to collect his white coat.
Without a world spoken Dark Nation stood from his focused staring contest with the door and quickly padded up to his master’s side. The tentacle hound snarled softly, which turned into rolling growls as the man reached down to brush his gloved hand around the base of its tentacle, his naked digits just barely brushing the edges of the cartilage of his ears. Rufus moved to stand tall and began to button the top buttons of his blouse, but gave up part of the way. “Where are they?” He was one for punctuality and given the immediate importance of the journey…
You see Edge did suffer the occasional power outages. The power grids were constructed from the leftover parts of Makou reactors. And while coal was the primary source of energy it was horribly lacking in access. The only source was across the sea where trees still grew and land was most ancient. What power they could not muster from coal the rest was gathered by hydroelectric plants, where filled batteries were delivered to the capital. No matter what they seemed to do though it was never enough. Edge’s sheer size made it a heavy consumer of electricity and the dependency Shin-Ra created for the comfort instilled a high demand. Currently his platform stood on collecting a far more efficient source of energy and right now that was the oil locked away in the Corel Mountains… His goal was to purchase the land and the resource from its natives while -- not depriving them of their own needs. After all a man that could negotiate could trick a Mu out of its fur without ever killing it, or so the saying went. Now he just waited on his -- entorage.
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