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Post by Rufus Shinra on Oct 8, 2017 21:50:08 GMT -5
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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. Recent? 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. ▲ 1077 ● Meastro @lanetaka ● Business as usual |
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Post by Meastro on Oct 9, 2017 9:16:52 GMT -5
(Hopefully this makes sense, I did it at work...) Tseng had a lot of things on his mind since Meteorfall and the Geostigma incident. The Director had been on his PHS for the last hour making calls to be sure that the arrangements for the day had been confirmed. He hated when Rufus expected him to act more like a secretary than a Turk. But, he simply did as much as necessary to make sure that things were handled and up to par. The last thing they wanted was to put the president in any more danger. AVALANCHE had proven they were dangerous, even with the two not out to destroy each ther at the current time. It did not make the Director feel any less worried, though it never showed on his face.
He'd made the call to Elena for her to come in and assist with the mission. He knew Rude had managed the day shift so Tseng could be rested to handle the evening with this meeting having been scheduled for a few days. He had to make sure that everything went as planned. They wanted to avoid any problems and make sure that the contract to obtain the oil and coal.
The power outages were getting more frequent and with the main power being routed to the critical areas like hospitals, it meant that Tseng was just as warm as Rufus was. His hair was pulled back off his neck for the moment as he was in the privacy of his own office. His suit jacket hung over the back of his chair with his tie loose around his neck, top few buttons undone on his white dress top with the sleeves rolled up. He was standing in his office, staring out at the city, making the last handful of calls. The chopper was fueled, arrangements had been made in Corel for the landing and to be sure they had security set up. Those were important.
Now, he just needed to make sure Elena was going to be coming in shortly. He had already alerted her about fifteen minutes ago, so he knew she'd be here shortly. None of the Turks lived very far from the ShinRa building. They needed to be within walking distance if there was an emergency. But, with how impatient Rufus had sounded, he prayed that Elena didn't delay them too much.
Tseng hung up with the final call before moving and sitting at his desk to glance over the small pile of papers on his desk followed by a glance at the watch on his wrist. Elena should have been here by now. He picked up his PHS from his desk and was planning on sending a text message this time, letting her know to come to the president's office when she arrived. The last thing he wanted to do was tell her to get to Corel independently and leave without her. But, that was certainly something Rufus would do. He wasn't the nicest when it came to tardiness. So, he decided against that, sending a message to the president instead saying there was a delay and once it was handled they'd be in his office. He'd take the fall over Elena. It was partially his fault for calling her in so last minute. But, with Reno getting stuck elsewhere on one of his missions, what choice did he have?
Tseng started reviewing the last few documents on his desk. He let out a sigh realizing one was in reference to the WRO, the organization that Reeve Tuesti was now managing as a makeshift police force to assist with the chaos and almost keep ShinRa in check. It was a way of making the people of Gaia feel better about ShinRa being rebuilt. But it was a shame to know that Rufus was the one behind their funding. Yes, Reeve would make sure that things wouldn't become shady again. Especially after the DeepGround incident came to light. But, at least it showed that they were not as evil as ShinRa Senior had made the company. Rufus could almost be forgiven. Yet, Tseng knew the truth. He knew about Rufus funding the original AVALANCHE to get his father killed. It's honestly the whole reason that he and Rufus had had time to get to know each other. The former Vice President being locked away for a while in their custody. The story everyone else heard being that he was away on business in Del Sol.
Rufus had honestly come through and saved his life. They'd devised the plan to cut the original turks in half, save Veld, and convince his father that the Turks were necessary. The plan was perfect and if Rufus hadn't followed through and turned on the Turks, that would have meant the three remaining would have been executed for their "traitorous" acts against the company. If only they knew what Rufus had them doing under Heidegger's watch. The four of them had practically become like a family. They were loyal to each other and with Elena being Gun's younger sister, she fit right in.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2017 17:27:16 GMT -5
Nothing was harder then getting back on your feet after crisis after crisis. Every time something happened something else would appear just around the corner. The only good thing that came from all this, was that Elena managed to move closer to Shinra, it was easier to walk in now instead of driving, but even then somethings it was just as easy to jump in the car and go. The young blonde had been threw a lot over the years, she just hoped now things would settle and she could concentrate on her own life.
The phs buzzed as Elena got out the shower, she read Tseng’s message and sighed. She thought she would have time to herself, but it was obvious she was wrong, she quickly dried and dressed into a new ironed uniform and started to lock up. Corel wasn’t that bad of a place, it had been a while since she had been there last. But she knew it was no vacation. As always it was missions first and Tseng had a mission lined up for her.
Driving the short way to Shinra, Elena locked up her car and shifted inside. It was still so strange for her to see the renovations being made. But she sighed in at the main reception, almost regretting enjoying the cold shower she had had before work, she was baking already as she walked up the stairs to Tseng’s office, most electrics were out, so elevators were a no, she wasn’t impressed but she couldn’t at all fault the WRO choosing the hospitals over Shinra.
Arriving at her bosses door, Elena took a deep breath before raising her hand and knocking. The women had to keep reminding herself not to talk, not to talk, not to talk... she knew she was a gossip and a chatter box, and neither Tseng or Rufus liked that.
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Oct 10, 2017 14:49:01 GMT -5
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Reaching the point where they could even speak with those of Mount Corel without hostilities had taken months of preparation and weeks of negotiation. The neglect the old Shin-Ra company had shown the small mining village had left lasting scars, creating a rift for future dealings. Rufus’ own neglect in sending the ruthless Scarlet to chase the large materia had done only to add to the hatred already festering amongst its populace which had to sleep beneath the shadow of Gold Saucer: a rich man’s playground. It must have been difficult for them. The luxuries his father found to be the single, solitary goal of a man’s life to reach had been no more real than it was for those of Corel who lived in poverty and had to watch the glittering lights of the desert amusement park. Rufus who knew of both luxury and loss, he who had faced his own death not once, but twice: could pity them, but what man wished to be pitied? Pride was something he well understood. While he was transparent with his desire to rebuild Midgar’s people in truth he sought to ensure Shin-Ra, once again, was the center of the world. Counting the minutes and hours as he waited the executive would get a buzz on his PHS. Reaching into his pants pocket he allowed his fingers to slip between the tailored, cotton fabric. It wasn’t difficult to grasp the slick surface of the PHS as his sweaty fingers provided a most cringe-worthy grip. Pulling the device from his pocket he brushed his fingers off his pants. The PHS was outdated technology, mobile phones becoming more prolific after Meteorfall. Due to the disruption in the lifestream getting a signal on the PHS was difficult. Luckily the effects were diminished so long as they remained near Edge and Midgar. But they were heading across the seas where the services would be all but worthless now that many Makou Reactors had been decommissioned. He would snap open the PHS and read the message. He felt himself bite down, tightening his jaw. It seems Tseng was delayed. He cocked his head and dialed a familiar number. It was an item shop in Junon that had cycling wares. If anyone had access to mobile phones, it was this man. As the phone rang he opened his office door and stepped out. Dark Nation perked his ears and hopped out after his master eagerly. The beast let out a snarl to a passing secretary. Rufus looked over to her as she fearfully pressed her back to the wall, meekly holding out a folder for him. Shifting his body so he rest his PHS between his shoulder and ear he slid the folder into his palm, sliding them open, thus freeing the fearful woman to her business. Dark Nation did not take his eyes off her as hurried down the hall. A click was heard on the other line, a gruff voice greeting with disdain and a demand as to just who was calling him on his private number. Rufus paused, eyes going over the documents in question. It was the report he had requested about the experimental serum that could make -- bigger and better SOLDIERs. He had sent it to the labs the be broken down and find out just what made up the medicine that had, in minor doses, kept his Geostigma at bay for a time. “Ah yes, it has been a while, hasn’t it? Or did you think me for dead…?” The young president asked as he made his way down the hall and up toward Tseng’s office. It took him longer than usual to arrive at the room due to his focus on the file and ordering a set of mobile phones for them, to be picked up upon their arrival in Junon. “Yes, yes. You’ll be compensated on our arrival. Oh no, thank you. I am always happy to keep a hard working man in business.” Despite the questionable goods he often seemed to have and sell. It was one of the few places in the world that sold combat Materia and other military grades weapons. It was black market goods, of course, but there were times when you needed folk like that. Rufus snapped his phone closed, Dark Nation running ahead of him as they approached Tseng’s office. Rufus was tight lipped about the situation, practically scowling at the delay. It had taken months to get these talks on track and he wasn’t about to be held back by a few minor inconveniences, whatever Tseng thought was more pressing. Slipping his PHS back into his pocket and tucking the folder under his arm he would use his hand, gripping his jacket, to knock on the office door, Dark Nation growling on the opposite end of it. It seems both their patience was running thin. ▲ 813 ● Meastro @lanetaka ● Time is not a mortal's leisure |
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Post by Meastro on Oct 11, 2017 21:45:26 GMT -5
Tseng let out a slightly annoyed sigh when the person at his door did not enter the room as directed. It could only be Elena. The woman really knew how to get under his skin and drive him mad at the best of times. So, the wutainese man took the pen he had been using to sign off on his small mound of paperwork and laid it atop the stack. He buttoned up the top buttons of his long sleeves dress shirt and fixed his tie as he carefully pushed out his hair. It did not take long to stand before he opened his top desk drawer and slide his loaded ShinRa issued handgun into the holster as his side before he finally made his way around the desk and to the solid oak door of his office.
With a shake of his head, he opened the door to see the familiar blonde female standing at it. "...Elena, I said come in..." A frown appearing on his face along with a faint glance of disdain. He was far from amused having had to stand up from his seat. "You took longer than you should have in an emergency situation. I take it you are aware of this?" The Director asked theoretically as he shut the door behind her and moved over to his desk. As he leaned against the desk, he turned to face the newest recruit. Seeing her sometimes reminded him of her elder sister. Gun had been such an asset as a Turk back in the day. Their hair was the same shade of blonde, but their hair was cut different.
Her older sister much preferred the cut to be uniform all the way around while she preferred her own at an angle, almost giving her a bang. It was something the Director would never openly admit to, but the bang did suit her extremely well. Moments like this, he could vaguely remember his asking the young turk out for dinner back at the Temple of the Ancients before ending up in his coma.
However, with the aftermath of Meteorfall and Geostigma, it had not been something they had had time to discuss. It was anything but appropriate to be bluntly honest. The President would most likely have his head if he found out about it to begin with, not with the state of the world currently. They were not able to have much of a life outside the company. Family made them vulnerable, weak. If Kadaj or any of the remnants had come to learn or realize that he felt more than a sense of duty to protect Elena, things would have been far worse for them with the torture they had endured. He and Elena had been through a lot together. The trust he had for her was on equal ground as Rude and Reno, if not more.
"I cannot comprehend how some moments you follow an order flawlessly, while other times you fail as if this was your first mission as a SOLDIER. A simple order like 'come in', at that." The Director torn his dark colored eyes away from the Turk before him to collect the necessary files that would be needed for their negotiations today. The President had a full schedule and there was much work to be done. At least they were not all that far behind schedule. Tseng was always good to add in a bit of buffer time in moments where Rufus wasn't quite ready to leave. "We're behind schedule. I informed Rufus it was my error, but I do not expect the lag time again. Elevators being dow-" That's when he heard a second knock at his door. This late in the evening, he was not sure who it could have been. Not Reno. The redhead would have let himself into the office without any greeting or warning at this time of evening. With their being a small two person couch off to the side of his office, the red head rarely spend the evening on it.
The soft growl on the other end of the door told the whole story. With a soft sigh, closing his eyes briefly to shake his head, the Director took a moment to compose himself. He pulled the ponytail out of his hair so it was back on his neck before pushing himself off his desk and opening the wood door before him. "Sir... We were on out way up to you now. You did not need to make the trek down here. Not in this heat..." He explained, his sleeves still rolled up to just below his elbows with the small stack of files in arm. All he needed to do was grab his suit jacket. He had everything else he needed. Dark Nation did not bother the Turk like she did the rest of the ShinRa staff. They had an understanding. Both of them were there to protect their charge, the President. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2017 0:52:44 GMT -5
Elena hadn’t expected the sudden out burst from Tseng, his frown said it all. She was late she couldn’t deny that. As she moved inside listening to his lecture she went to talk but she knew it was best to keep quiet, don’t make excuses but she couldn’t keep quiet, she always found herself flustered in front of Tseng. She took a deep breath and let herself talk, she was going to regret it, she could never keep herself to herself.
“I’m sorry, I thought I had time to shower now the water was back on in the apartment building, it took longer to hand was my uniform then I thought it would and I went to bed late because I wanted to make sure it was done so I didn’t look like a mess and-“ Elena stopped talking, why was Tseng looking at her so much. Almost like he was thinking about something, she felt herself blush as she tried to look anywhere but his eyes. The two had been threw hell and back with kadaj’s gang. But they still managed to stay on top of it all, sometimes Elena found herself still scrubbing her skin to hard to remove what they’d done, not that she would admit that aloud. “..it won’t happen again sir.”
Elena didn’t want to think back to the temple of ancients. She would rather just pretend his comment never happened, when she brought it up beside him when they were in the forgotten city being held prisoner, he didn’t respond just continued to stare at the ceiling. Elena didn’t want to admit it, but she felt like him asking her and what happened next was fate, instant calmer, him being almost killed. Turks shouldn’t love, even if her sister did run off and marry her partner unbeknown to most.
That’s when the director started again this time about her not coming in. Was this pick on Elena day? Who knew. It properly was and if spending her evening was an annoyed Tseng was bad enough, Rufus would properly be on one too. There attitudes normally bounced off one another rather well, at least there was one good thing about it all now, Rufus looked much better after recovering from the stigma, a few times along the way they thought they were going to lose him. But he pulled threw, just like Dark Nation had. “Sorry sir. It won’t happen again. I was checking my pocket for my phs, I should have come straight in as you instructed.” The women said, bowing her head so slightly but keeping herself formal towards him.
That was until the knock came and it made her jump, Tseng’s actions were still putting her at thought and she agreed it was. Hearing the growl she knew who it was too, Dark Nation escorted his mater everywhere, she stood out of the way to the side and let Tseng do the talking. Her eyes watching the Wutainese man as he spoke, Elena half wanted to roll her eyes. Trek down here in this heat? Who was Tseng kidding, there were no escalators, Rufus would have to have come this way anyway. But still she kept her mouth shut, she didn’t mind Dark Nation at all, she was still weary of the presidents pet, but she knew the beast would do nothing without his masters command towards the Turks, so she had nothing to fear.
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Oct 14, 2017 12:05:31 GMT -5
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It seemed he managed to broker a deal with the fellow, but it would cost him a lot more than just gil to pay for their mobile phones. Not just the mobiles, but ones whose security was ensured by being encrypted mobile phones, of which there were too few on the market to even get them sold quickly and efficiently. As it was the PHS was reliable due to its security and the chance of it being intercepted by another device slim to none, but mobile devices had open channels making it a risk for a company like theirs when it came to the need to send private communications. He supposed a few old documents was worth the price of peace of mind. And it so happened that Tseng, as the director to the Investigation Sector and General Affairs. They would no doubt have the very leverage he needed. It was a good thing he kept the man and his team in his back pocket. After knocking Dark Nation let out an impatient bark, the door standing between Rufus and his forward path. When it was open Rufus looked up, the demure smirk slipping from his features. The pale glimmer of his blue eyes could almost make one believe he had the mark of a SOLDIER, but the ghostly pearls of sapphire were a gift from his mother, as was his smooth, youthful features. He was not feminine in appearance, but he did not have that harsh masculinity that his father and half-brothers had. Rufus stood at the entry way, arms in front of his chest as his jacket hung draped over his left arm. The man’s fingertips hooked together: palms facing opposite of the other: one upward and one downtoward. His expression was painted between light amusement and brusque irritation at the aforementioned conversation and the current state of delay. He would almost smile at Tseng’s betrayal priorities. The rather mundane disclosure of the Wutain’s worry of the president’s comfort proved that he was likely covering for the displaced time of his -- delay. Overall Rufus despised man’s propensity to procrastinate. The idea that one does tomorrow what they could accomplish today was often the reason why there was no progress. To have gone as far as Shinra did -- they needed to be able to progress far beyond that which anyone had ever. In the span of just a decade they were able to change the world and rediscover technology they had long since forgotten in their sloth. In their -- luxury. It was one of the numerous things he hated about his father -- and at the same time envied. The man had discovered a new source of energy and created new technology that would allow the world to literally survive after its near end… and yet he grew fat and lazy, content with what he had in this world to such a point he hunted the next. It was his obsession with the Promised Land that Rufus found paradise and exceptionalism in this one... So it was with this sense of priority that Rufus paved his future, the world’s future. He would accept nothing short of progress and to those who impeded his would quickly find themselves at the end of the barrel of a gun. After all there was still something rather primal about man. A dog eat dog world, as they said… His thoughts caused him to chuckle, though it was far from the amused sound that escaped his chest. There was a sincere sense of indignation that carried beneath the concern Tseng expressed. However sincere it also felt like a last ditch effort to collect himself. Ah but that was the impatience speaking and Tseng was going to make it up. It was not as if the Turk had much of a choice as Rufus expected the best. He presented the best, and so long as he continued to make the world go round… “ Please…” Rufus was adamant in the matter, stopping any further contest. “ I am not a child. A bit of heat will not suffer me no greater discomfort than idling in my office.” He just needed a moment to brush away the worries. They still had time -- if they left now. “ By the way, Tseng. I need the files on a Junon incident where a soldier was incapacitated during my inauguration parade and an unknown individual took his place.” That seemed a rather obscure incident … but why? Dark Nation had pushed into the room as the men spoke. The beastly hound turned its head up at Tseng, wiggling its bladed tail before passing by him to inspect his office, as Tentacle Hounds were wont to do. They were military raised and trained beasts for the sole purpose of warfare, but Dark Nation was Rufus’. It meant it was a guardian, a protector. It pushed along to ensure the area was safe. As it passed Elena it let out a distinct boof before pushing past her, though in that case the beast physically brushed into her and circled a single time before sitting unnervingly close to her, facing Rufus. It was not a massive beast, but it was pure black and unarmored so the sharp, regal features of the beast were most prominent and its tentacle was as red as Reno’s tresses. It was hard to tell if the hounds has scales or a thing fur because even touching the beasts it seemed a smooth, soft surface, yet difficult to pierce. Truly a terrifying beast made even more malicious and magnificent by the Shin-Ra corporation. The helicopter was arriving soon, by the time they would to to the roof it would be waiting. ▲ 953 ● Meastro @lanetaka ● A man of exceptional patience, is not he |
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Post by Meastro on Oct 16, 2017 0:10:03 GMT -5
It was not pick on Elena day. However, Tseng was a bit worked up knowing that the President would give him hell for this delay, no matter how small or how little it would affect their timeline. It would be far worse for Elena if Rufus knew she was the reason for the delay. The ironic part being that Tseng would never let his partner take the fall for this. If they were being honest, Reno's lack of arrival was the cause. Not that it was the red head's fault either. The turk was caught up on the mission. That took priority over a conference at North Corel. Barret may have been an emotional man with a short fuse before, but he had grown like most of AVALANCHE. Tseng saw him as the lowest threat there. Most of the town had settled with the events directly following Scarlet's run in with the inhabitants, but they were higher risk than the burly man.
He watched his subordinate closely as she made her generic replies. She was not sorry for the delay and he could not blame her either. The cell signal had been rather shoddy at best since the deactivation of the most recent reactor. But, it was the only secure connection that he trusted. He was surprised that Reno had gotten the service to contact Tseng back in Midgar. He did not trust the phones that most of Gaia had switched over to. They were much easier to hack than the original devices. He was not going to compromise the life of any of his Turks to be able to get better signal. But, that was for another time. She probably had a delay getting his message to report to the ShinRa building. Plus, she was off the clock. It was almost obvious that they had interrupted her shower by her semi-wet hair. She was entitled to some earthly commodities too, such as washing the day from herself. A day that you came home alive was always a good day, even if it destroyed you emotionally. It's probably what had provoked him to request Elena join him for dinner in the Temple of Ancients. The woman had only brought it up once after his injury. At a time that they could not discuss it. It crossed his mind more often than he'd care to admit. He occasionally thought to act on it. Dinner would not destroy their work relationship.
But, all discussion was over once Rufus entered the room. Tseng simply did not want to add any fuel to the fire. He was fully aware how angry Rufus would be knowing that there was a delay. It would be far worse if he made his way down here only to learn that they were on their way up. If he apologized ahead of time, it would take some of the heat off of them for him wasting his time to come down here. He could practically hear Elena rolling her eyes in her head, giving her a look to say just that. But, only momentarily. He would never call her out on it in front of the President. His priority was to keep the boy's temper at a dull simmer. It was far too warm to deal with any sort of temper tantrum the President could muster up. It was much easier to say whatever the boy needed to hear.
The Director's dark eyes watched Dark Nation as she entered the room and proceeded to inspect it. This was in the nature of the creature. She was a guard hound and needed to be sure at all times that Rufus was protected and safe, even though she was aware that none of the Turks were a threat. It only took a few moments before she took a seat by the rookie's feet, practically leaning against her leg. A small flash of amusement appeared on Tseng's profile before he turned his full attention back to Rufus. It seemed the President was just as uncomfortable as the Turks were in this heat. It was a nice change from the norm. It felt nice on occasion to experience the treatment that the remainder of Midgar, the New Edge, was experiencing. ShinRa was receiving no special treatment on that regard. So, when Rufus spoke up with his statement about sitting in his office being worse than dealing with this heat, Tseng knew it was a bit of a jab at being kept waiting. Rufus never was subtle with his feelings. "Of course..." The Director nodded faintly as he listened to the President.
That's when the request for a file left Rufus's lips. A faint look of confusion appeared on the Director's normally inscrutable countenance. Why would the President need the file on Strife knocking out one of their soldier to infiltrate the ship to Del Sol? "You mean Strife." He had been presented the report after a full one was generated and completed. Everyone, sans Elena, would know it was Strife. The document still technically being sealed and classified. However, Tseng never missed a beat. He pushed himself up carefully from where he was leaning against his desk to go over to the filing cabinets against his wall, walking around Elena and Dark Nation to unlock the drawer. It did not take long for him to locate the document in question. His fingers running across the generic manila folder to find the appropriate case number before pulling the rather thin file from it's place. There was no reason that Rufus would need or want such a document. However, it was none of his business to question it.
Locking up the drawer, he moved past Elena again to offer the file to the President. "We should be heading up now if we plan to make it to North Corel early." He explained after allowing Rufus to take the file from his hands. Tseng had no idea that he was going to pass off the file to the cell provider he'd brokered to make the Turk Encrypted mobile devices. The Director would not approve of such a deal. Plus, if Rufus felt that it was necessary, he should have directed Tseng to handle it. Not do something like that independently without Turk approval or advisement. At times, he did act like a boy. This being one of them. Any file that the Turks had could be spun to harm their image. They would have to hope that Rufus knew what he was doing. |
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Elena stood watching the two, her hazel eyes watching the scene unfold. As much as Turks claim to be paid men and women, something about the incident with the fall of Shinra mixed in with the emotional efforts of Geostigma had built almost a bridge across from just paid men to actually caring. Not that none cared before, but knowing how close they actually was to losing Rufus all the turks were more concerned then paid staff should of been. The dog like creature moved in and settled by Elena's feet, when Rufus was ill the women had formed a bond with the black creature she made sure the guard dog was fed with brief walks, no one gave her the job, but she had done it upon herself. The poor creature had had its own problems after being attacked by Strife, it was not fair for the beast to feel alone after almost losing her life, to recover breifly to almost lose her master. As the two men spoke and Tseng retrieved the file, the blonde bent her knees slightly just to give the large 'dog' a pet, she was trying not to watch Tseng as he passed by her and back again, something about the wutainese man had her feeling locked onto him, of course she knew nothing was going to happen, it was instant karma what happened at the temple of ancients, it wasn't meant to be. She knew that she blamed herself, she shouldn't had followed orders that day, she should of stayed with him. She remember the hours, days, months she sat by his bedside in the small hospital. Hojo coming and going to visit him, suggest things. If Tseng had lost his life, she didn't think she'd ever be strong enough again to be a proper Turk. The hazel eyed women completely blamed herself, Reno and Rude knew to this day she still did, plus they knew to this day she was still stupid enough to be in love with him.
The blonde women watched Tseng hand over the file before making his statement about leaving. The women nodded slightly, even though he hadn't been talking to her, she knew it was aimed at her too and because of that she stood, she had no idea what was happening all she knew was they had this mission to do, if she had arrived early enough then she may have known. It was her own thought for wanting a shower, to cool down from this heat wave that had hit the city, no one could blame her, running water was a luxury now. Shifting slightly forward to talk to the two men, Elena had completely forgotten what she had been doing moments ago, she felt herself blush up as she practically tripped over Dark Nation, completely lost in the moment, lucky enough she managed to stumble and stand up straight, apologising to the beast as she knelt down to pet her before the ears. She was such a fool. No wonder she was still called a rookie. The women didn't look up at the men, she could already imagine the look on there faces, no doubt in Tseng's mind he would be doubting picking her for being a turk and no doubt Rufus would proberley be thinking the same as Tseng; she was a clutz; no denying that. All she could do was not make eye to eye contact and keep her head down long enough for both men to forget. At least Dark Nation wasn't made at her, she seemed amused enough just being fussed.
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Oct 24, 2017 11:36:04 GMT -5
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Rufus was not the sort to act with impunity. His actions, by now he has learned, are punishable by the hand of Planet. But that did not mean he was forbidden to do what he must to survive. If anything Meteorfall had proven to him, beyond the shadow of a doubt that survival was the most important act for a human to partake in. With no more Ancients the planet would have become barren without the human spirit it has accustomed itself to. The Lifestream was as much apart of them as they were part of it and they too were a link in its chain. Break one and things seemed to just fall apart. This was a belief, no matter how arrogant one would argue it was, is what kept Rufus on his path. He was born into fortune and luxury and fell into poverty and disgrace. The executive had found it rather funny. He had so easily accepted the inevitability of his death and yet, now.. now to fathom such a loss was unthinkable. He met death and shook its hand. Reaching out his hand to take the folder his bare fingertips touched to Tseng’s for but a moment there was a hesitant pause. Hesitant? No that was no way to describe Rufus. It was more of a thoughtful pause. His sky blue eyes drifted from the aforementioned document to Tseng. Not a question was uttered as to why he needed the file. Though it was Tseng. Had it been Rude and Reno, despite their unquestionable loyalty to the company, the redhead would have bombarded the president with a string of query with his tanned companion offering supporting nods and grunts.he let out a soft chuckle as the file was relinquished. He opened the file and leafed through it a little Tseng spoke of their timeline. “ Yes I feel such timeliness would put us on the front of the negotiations.” His voice seemed to level with a sense of amusement. “ There are some who think, in light of the world’s reawakening that they could stand to replace Shin-Ra, but we too have been reborn in the ashes, have we not Tseng?” That was quite a reference he was insinuating. Drawing the required page from the file… which appeared to be a report of a certain shop's sales concerning Strife -- were removed before the president folded it and placed it in his jacket’s inner pocket. Dark Nation was an extension of Rufus.There was not a place the President went that the tamed beast of war was not at his side. Even during the disaster Dark Nation had to be dragged away to the front lines in order to assist in efforts, being short on staff and soldiers meant they relied heavily on the hounds for rescue efforts and security against mobs and the desperate. The beast was in the care of the Turks while Rufus was missing. The beast hardly even slept, watching the roads as if Rufus were to return at any moment. They had clawed their way back to their master and had not left his side since. Even as it accepted the stroked atop its head it seemed wholly focused on the man in white. It was not until Elena stood that Dark Nation moved to stand, but the young maiden stumbled, causing the beast to fold their ears back as much as the tapered ears allowed. Rufus arched a brow as he moved between the two, Elena's staggering step causing him to react almost instinctively, that alone being rather surprising he had such intuition. His hand reached out to grab her arm if she did not pull far from him. He set the folder down on Tseng’s desk, not releasing her a moment as he thought. Whether or not she allowed him to grab her or hold on a smirk painted upon his features, eyeing her as if he knew Tseng had covered for her. Did he? He head turned slightly, his breathing deepening a moment. He -- sniffed at her? It was subtle and hard to catch, but he had. “ At least one of us isn't covered in sweat.” He noted. Dark Nation would push between Elena and Rufus, letting out a deep boof. It was hard to tell if Elena was being protected or the hound was jealous, but it was enough to draw Rufus from his thoughts. “ Yes we should head up. The helicopter will taking us immediately.” He reached down to pet the beast and stepped away. With no other words the executive headed up towards the stairwell and would make the climb to the roof. Upon opening the doors out the rotating blades gave a breathe of relief as some circulating air cut away the humid feeling he had been drowning in. Tseng could leave the pilot to his work, or kick him out. The executive knew those two were much better pilots than any scruffy chocobo herder they could find in the ranks. Their first stop on the journey would be Junon. ▲ 835 ● Meastro @lanetaka ● Charming, isn't he? |
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Post by Meastro on Oct 25, 2017 12:15:57 GMT -5
The Director had his full and undivided attention on the President as he accepted the file from his hand. The President's fingers leafed through the files before responding in kind to Tseng's statement. At least the man agreed and did not make too large a scene in the Turk's office. The last thing Tseng felt like managing on top of the events in North Corel was a tantrum of any size. Rufus had thrown his fair share before. But, Tseng would have been at fault for delaying their departure.
Tseng's dark eyes watched the President's natural blue eyes as he replied in a faintly amused tone. The Director not finding it quite as amusing as Rufus was. If he was comparing the company to a Phoenix, it was very unfitting. A Phoenix was quite beautiful, much like his summon. ShinRa was anything but beautiful. They were improving, but it was far from that level. But he knew things would go better if he expressed he understood where the president was going. Tseng did have the same materia on his person at the moment too, ironically. Which he was sure fed into the President's failure of a joke. "Yes. Much like a Phoenix..."
Wutai always seemed to worship their own set of 'Gods'. The more popular one being Leviathan as it was the nations deity of choice. Tseng was never one to fit in with their culture or ideals, though he always respected their beliefs. After dealing with Aerith as long as he had, the truth of a Lifestream seemed more believable than some 'God' that turned up as more of a summon than anything. His near death experience after the Temple of the Ancients almost made him believe that he was here for a reason. That maybe he still had some purpose. That being to support Rufus down the path of rebuilding ShinRa as a better company than his father had run. The President really had changed over the years.
Rufus's actions drawing Tseng back to the President's hands from his eyes. The way he removed a few pages from the file to fold and slide into his pocket made the Turk quite suspicious. His eyes glancing briefly to see which page. Though, it was hard to tell. He'd have to look later when he re-filed the folder. Rufus always had a reason for his actions. It was just more helpful when Tseng was let in on it ahead of time.
Elena always had such a way to break any uncomfortable tension, one way or another. This moment was no exception to that rule. Tseng glanced briefly toward the beast at Elena's feet as she pet the guard dog. She always had such a way with him, even when Rufus was not around for that short period before Healin. The creature had bonded a bit with her as she was the one that took the responsibility to care for it. Tseng was still in the process of healing around that time. That's when Elena decided to move forward, tripping on Dark Nation. It was so typical of the rookie. What did surprise him was Rufus's reaction. The President actually caught her arm to stop her from stumbling. Tseng had started to move to do the exact same thing, arm half raised to keep Elena from falling on the President. His eyes glanced between the two before he relaxed his stance and lowered his arm. He knew it was not obvious to anyone that he did have some feelings towards the woman. He'd made sure any mention of his request to have dinner with her in the Temple of the Ancients stayed out of the reports from that day. But, he was afraid sometimes that Rufus would notice. He almost felt a twinge uncomfortable with how the President had noticed how she smelled.
The President made sure to announce that she didn't smell like sweat like the two of them, practically announcing that he was aware she's showered before arriving. It was like he was letting them both know that he was correct to presume Elena was the cause of the delay without directly stating it. Thankfully, nothing else continued and Tseng let the topic drop and end right there as he nodded faintly at the female after Rufus had turned his back and headed upstairs toward the roof.
Tseng moved upstairs after the president, letting Elena stay in front after he locked up his office. He allowed Rufus to move to get in as Tseng made sure to relieve the pilot of his duties. He would be handling the flight to and from. The last thing he wanted was an inexperienced pilot. He'd of preferred Reno to be here instead, the red head being much better at it then he. But, he was just as good. He allowed Elena to figure out if she wanted to sit up front as his copilot or in the back with Dark Nation and Rufus. The Director making himself comfortable as he set up the controls and adjusted the headset over his ear. He needed to be able to hear the passengers and any issues they might be flying into. Once he was sure that everyone was situated, he had the chopper in the air. |
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Elena was a fool to herself, she knew the hound was in front of her and yet she managed to completely play the part of a fool, a part she always labelled Reno to have, but there she was caught midair by her own feet and the arm of none other then Rufus Shinra. The blonde President had moved so quick she hadn’t even noticed till he was clasped onto her arm, she found herself almost blushed as he leant in a little closer. Even though Rufus was in front of her, she caught sight of Tseng’s hand half raised to caught the other arm if Rufus hadn’t. The one time she wanted to hide from the world was when Rufus’s comment came. He had honestly just stood beside her and smelt her. Which made it worse seeing as she had made sure to use the cherry blossom body wash and shampoo that Tseng had once commented about. Now she was completely embarrassed standing in front of the president as he held her arm thankfully enough Dark Nation had had enough of what seemed like forever to the blonde, breaking the two apart with her large black body, Elena didn’t know why she did but she had no doubt to protect Rufus.
“They turned the water back on in my apartment..” It was literally all Elena could must up to say at this movement, what could she say when the man had basically sniffed her; she didn’t want to admit she had hand washed her uniform the night before for the mission, after all, Turks had to keep up some presentation even at these times. She could of face palmed herself at that moment, she could of said anything, but of course she just confirmed without him asking why she was late. As he let go and the group left Tseng’s office Elena went first, anything to put a slight gap between them, who wouldn’t of if they had the chance. She had messed up and the president now knew it but he did seem rather calm about it, then again it was a last minute request this mission, if she’d known about it earlier she would of left having a shower and came to work.
Once at the helicopter pad, Elena got in the co pilot seat and helped Tseng with the start up, pulling on the headset as she worked on talk threw to the Wutai man the stages she was doing. At least copiloting was easy enough, the blonde enjoyed it more then driving a car; less traffic in the air. “Ready got take off.” Elena said after she finished the final checks, at least they’d be on there was soon enough and to be fair to herself, once the chopper was off the floor she didn’t have to worry about much else going wrong.
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It has seemed like only yesterday he was preparing for a trip overseas. This was no vacation to Costa del Sol as he would have perhaps had in the past, if only to escape the egregious ineptitudes that his father surrounded himself with. Taking to mind the memories of idiotic secretaries and boisterously useless executives who slobbered about slovenly at every meeting: he began to understand just why he was so particular when it came to the people he chose to keep around him. If not for his father's egotistical desire to keep around him all but the most useless of pigs who got done the bare minimum he would have not been able to select such fine and, immeasurably valuable workers. Dogs, he called them. It was not out of a condescending superiority that he called the Turks that to his mind’s eye, but instead a most endearing trait that not even humans of, so-called, higher intelligence could make use of. Common loyalty and purpose seemed a bereft prospect in a person's life. Driven by greed and instinct one could easily mistake the human for the dog. But to measure the loyalty of a hound one would first need to know what it truly meant… He settled down into his seat, as close to the window side of the chopper’s side as he could without inadvertently falling out during heavy winds or other unforeseen circumstances. He had become a bit more cautious, having slipped close to death one too many times, but he was not so careful that he forewent the pleasure that was life. After all he was heading into the belly of the beast: the village of the AVALANCHE leader Barret Wallace with offers off allyship. Strapping in he would settle the headset in place so he could, if necessary, speak with the pilots in question. Perhaps even slide in a snide comment here or there. It had not escaped his notice that Elena reacted to his words and proximity. Despite the uncomfortable passing of tension he had no doubt Tseng and Elena would take the lead without being asked, commanded or even suggested to. While Reno was, by far, the most competent with these finely tuned vehicles, Tseng and Elena came a close second. Sitting back he crossed his right leg over his left knee and leaned his elbow to rest upon the seat’s rest. Allowing his face to settle into the cup of his hand he waited for prep and take off. Dark Nation settled at his feet as close as they could possibly be. The ride was without complication, but the skies over Edge were as clear as always, he Midgar Mountains making rain in the plains a rare plight. Drought was not uncommon, deep ground wells a dependency along the coastal waters. Measures to turn the salty sea waters into drinkable reservoirs was long in progress, often taking a back seat to his father’s numerous projects. With all that out of the way research for more humanitarian services was on the way. Though Rufus had always found that term rather -- selfish. Humanitarian. He had never found the company of humans pleasant in any way, nor has their existence ever sparked such pities as -- struggle. Humans struggled, as any beast did, but theirs were often based on the luxuries forced upon them by invention. While man’s greatest invention being tools, it was also their greatest weakness. They would arrive in Junon at the dead of night. The helipads below were aglow with markers along the runway. Left to their company was a sniveling attendant that had once been at the bottom rung of the Shinra Corporate ladder. He now found himself climbing the ranks opened by the desperation of After Fall. Employers seeking to fill the hierarchical gaps of power would find those with little to no ambition were put in place until they could be replaced with more affluent, influential powers. Place holders for Shinra’s future. The practice, on a whole, annoyed Rufus. Were it up to him he would shove the little pets into a cubicle for the rest of their lives, filing away papers. But -- than they’d be lost in the wash of red tape much like Tuesti was nearly a forgotten foundation in the tower. It was times like this that he almost missed the coward, but glad they worked separately as they did. All Rufus needed to do was provide the funds and that paper pusher knew what to do with the rest. As such it was a double edged sword. One could either tolerate the ambitionless intuition of cowards of put power into the hands of those who strive to rule the world. Rufus couldn’t do with the competition anyway. The president stepped off the helicopter, Dark Nation close to his side. “ Ah, President, welcome to Junon!” The sniveling wastrel bade. “ We’ve your rooms ready, if you just follow me. Your ship has been reserved as requested as well as the requested parcels.” He held the clipboard in hand, slender fingers ready to lift the papers to name off the items in question. Rufus snatched away the clipboard and held it out for Tseng and Elena’s convenience. “ That will be all. We can find out own way.” Rufus spoke as he walked forward, the crewmen stepping out of his way as he walked. With Dark Nation clearing the way with well placed snarls and growls even those who still had hesitation of the president were put in their place. “ B-but sir!” He would try to settle the young president, impatient to get to his room. He waved his hand. “ Good work. I will see to it that you are well compensated for your efforts. You’re wasted here playing doorman.” The executive cooed as he continued to walk, leaving the weasel in his dust. As soon as he was far enough the man moved his finger into his shirt collar to loosen the top few buttons again, the heat of the heliport bringing that uncomfortable feeling back. “ Make sure he’s shuffled away into the deepest hole. I think the scientific endeavors of those in Bone Village could use a few more -- capable hands, wouldn’t you agree?” he glanced to Tseng with those piercing blue eyes. Though there was a measure of reasoning to his actions. He recognized that face. A refugee from Meteorfall at Kalm. One of the forlorn wretches that held him -- captive. Having someone that close to your power was unsettling and brought back a shade of hate that glossed over the president’s actions and words, but a due measure of caution… Keep your friends close -- and your enemies thousands of miles across the sea digging holes for the rest of eternity. He would continue forward, the clipboard detailing a number of parcels they were taking with them to Mount Corel. Supplies of water, rations, textiles -- bribery of course. The sort that showed if you support us, we can support you. It was damn clever. With Gold Saucer hanging the skies of the mining village and its closest trading post Costa del Sol, whom got much of its supplies from Junon, hardly had extra for locals, much of its daily supplies going to tourists. Upon arriving in the president’s suite, a connecting room for the two Turks, Rufus would shed his white jacket on the nearest seat, the black lining laid up. Dark nation took their opportunity to sniff around the room and inspect every corner before they would finally leap onto the chair, circle and plop. Rufus reached behind his neck and brushed out the ends of his hair, that blonde mane having grown a bit longer in the time spent struggling through reconstruction. Passing the vanity he took a moment to look at himself and used his fingers to brush through his locks. “ Ah, you and Elena will be in the connecting room, though I would ask we have dinner before you two retire. It has been quite some time since I was treated to Junon’s local cuisine.” He would casually request the Turks to join him for dinner. Turning on his heel he waved out his hand. “ Elena would you call that place Reno and Rude like to frequent.. Planet knows if I can remember the name. Order -- enough.” He would make himself comfortable on the edge of the bed, waving his hand in his face to try and keep cool. “ And perhaps wine.” If only for the bucket of ice. Rufus flopped back on the bed, placing his hand over his eyes. 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Post by Meastro on Nov 15, 2017 11:55:41 GMT -5
Tseng was less than pleased with the entire exchange. Elena was uncomfortable and he certainly could tell with how she was walking. Being in the helicopter gave them the brief distraction from the President. They could focus on the skies and get the president safely to Junon for them to board the boat. He and Elena had the large machine warming up in no time before starting it up and getting it up off the ground. It was nice to be out of the city. They'd been bouncing from office to office in the beginning before the Edge building was finished. Now, they stayed station at their new headquarters. Making any and all arrangements they could to get the company up and running again.
The President settled into his seat in the back with Nation before they got up and in the air. Tseng kept an occasional eye on the president as they made their descent to Junon. It was a rather uneventful ride, which was good in his book. Rather clear skies once they left the plains and made it over the mountains, landing in a designated area in Junon. His dark eyes glancing over at Elena as they winded the device down and got out. They handed the key and such to the ShinRa employee that was there before Tseng got the chopper doors for the President. The had things that needed to be done.
The attendant making the mistake of being a bit too much toward the President. Tseng let out a soft and almost inaudible sigh at the exchange. Rufus never handled the brown nosing all that well. He handled incompetence even less. So, the Director saw this coming a mile away. Rufus snatched the clipboard from the man's hands and offered it over to the Turks. Tseng extending a hand to accept it and glance it over. Everything seemed to be in order with the listings. Rufus started off and he moved to follow. It was rather safe on the boat, so he wasn't as concerned with Rufus earning a bit of distance between them. Tseng shook his head at the crew-mate and continued after the president at his calm pace, watching the surroundings.
It was rather amusing that Rufus always had plans for everyone. If they upset or frustrated him, he had no issues shipping people off to the middle of nowhere. "I'll speak with the captain later and see about having him transferred." He frowned a bit in response as they walked. It was not his responsibility to be his secretary and have that sort of thing done for him. But, he'd handle simple things like that. It was just a matter of making a call and having someone else transfer him.
The Director followed the President's lead and headed to their room for the evening. It honestly would have been much easier to use another means to get to their destination. But, it was not worth an arguement to change the President's mind. They just left a bit earlier to avoid being late to the meeting tomorrow. Once inside, Rufus took the liberty of disrobing of his coat and making himself comfortable on the chair as the two turks moved inside and secured the door behind them. He did a basic check of the room before checking the adjoining room. They did not need any surprises popping out when they settled down for the evening. Nation settling on the couch next to Rufus once the area was secured.
It wasnt long before the President started on one of his kicks again about things that he wanted done and collected. It was extremely annoying, but the Turk did not say anything to start. He was sure Elena would accept the responsibilities. It was just not a request that the Turks should be handling. He was already aware of the rooming situation. It wasn't very subtle either. But, he did not say a word about that. Honestly, one of them was going to be awake anyway to do the shifts and make sure that the President was safe through the evening. It made things a bit easier to have Nation assisting with those efforts.
When Rufus inquired about the Directors opinion, Tseng was bluntly honest. They were in private and he'd earned the ability to be a bit more frank with the man. "My thoughts would be that you hire a secretary to handle these such arrangements. I have no qualms setting up the interviews and background checks for applicants if you want to do that when we arrive back to Edge... Or, contacting the crew member that was supposed to escort us here handle it instead of getting the rest of the evening off before he's transferred to Bone village..." The Turk suggested with a completely straight face. But, he was already sure that Elena would shut the conversation down before it became the same tense discussion they'd had before. It was just aggravating wasting their resources on ordering meals and setting up appointments. They needed to be arranging security details and making sure that the ShinRa buildings were secured and handling WRO and Soldier operations, not ordering meals.
Tseng moved to remove his suit jacket. At least the ship was much cooler than the office was. It would give them the chance to cool off before heading up to North Corel in the morning. He and Elena would need to discuss the sleeping arrangements once they were dismissed for the evening. |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2017 14:19:39 GMT -5
Elena loved sitting in front of the helicopter, sometimes it was a welcoming break from the hassle of the world around her. The view was one that she preferred, not so much flying over the down sector, but the fact that midgar was no longer the dark and unwanted place that people hated so much. Even if you was on top of the plates that held up shinra, what daylight you got wasn’t anything special, if you was lucky a few hours of sun would shine threw the dark clouds of what was pumping out of the mako reactors. Now, now was different, you could enjoy the view, you could watch the sunrise and sunset. The weather climate had changed too, with the life stream out of play the weather conditions changed, nights were colder, days were warmer. The view of a blue sky over midgar during the day was very welcoming to most. Being up high in the sky and viewing that first hand was something Elena enjoyed, it was almost a bonus of being a turk, getting to see the beauty of Gaia. Once the helicopter was stable and on route, it was more of a sight seeing tour for the blonde, every so often she would check the mirror in the back to make sure Rufus was still alright, before giving the man an estimate time of arrival.
Evening turned to night when the group landed, Elena did all the checks needed before climbing out the helicopter, her gun inside her jacket pocket incase she needed it. Her hazel’s eyes explored the area as Rufus removed the clip board from the greeter and handed it to Tseng. The blonde always found his reactions rude, but she said nothing, it wasn’t her place too. She knew if she said anything she would be shot down by both men in front of her, so her reaction was to stay quiet, Gaia forbid she talked, if she started she wouldn’t stop. So knowing that herself she tried to keep herself quiet as possible, following Rufus’s lead, she was never asked of much. Rufus relied on his male turks more, she was almost like a career, she saw herself more as the cook, cleaner and errand girl for the president, it was only really Tseng or Rude that actually saw her as a turk. Reno did when it suited him, but most of the time she was cleaning up the mess. At healing once she and Tseng had been rescued, she spent days clearing up the kitchen and living area that reno had messed up. But that had passed, now was a new time to shine, she was here on a mission with Tseng, she could finally show Rufus that she could fully be a Turk.
However that mind set instantly changed as they walked into the room, Rufus ordering her to order the takeaway for the group for the evening. It made her pause; of course she was still going to be seen nothing more then a rookie by him. Who was she kidding, she would never be able to prove herself, only tseng gave her the chances and he wasn’t that great at praising her. “Of course Sir… Tseng do you know which one that is, so I can make the arrangements?” The young women said as she nodded slightly, she wasn’t sure what place the group normally ordered from, but soon as she did she would. The women knew that sharing a room wouldn’t be an issue, they’d take turns on guard duty anyway. Elena and Tseng had been threw hell together with what happened with Kadaj’s gang, the two had a different bond with each other now, it strengthened there partnership, the two were more intuned with one another, words weren’t need anymore, simply nods and hand gestures and the pair knew what the other was thinking. Once elena had the details from Tseng the women removed herself from the room to place the food order after knowing what the two wanted.
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