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Post by Naminé on Feb 16, 2018 20:26:13 GMT -5
Naminé was in the dark swarling void of the Corridor of darkness ready to head towards her next adventure and world she wanted to see. She raised her arm as usual to summon a portal out when nothing happened. Her eyes went wide for a moment then squinted in concentration. Again her arm rose but nothing happened. "Strange...." She thought as she looked at her hand. She looked around the void to see if maybe there was something blocking her departure but saw nothing. Right when she was about to try for a third time something blew past her and almost knocked her over. The Memory Witch focused on and saw that it was a Heartless, a Shadow Heartless to be more accurate. Naminé's brows frowned in confusion. It wasn't like the Heartless didn't belong there or anything, because the Corridors were teaming with Heartless on occasion. So it wasn't that that confused her. The Heartless was acting weird. It kept looking around frantically and moving side to side quickly, almost like it was dodging something or trying to get away from something..... The Shadow dove into the floor and this time zoomed right pass Naminé again but this time from under her feet. It shot out of the ground once passed her and took off. She took a few steps back as a reaction and started to look around herself for whatever spooked the Heartless. She still didn't see anything. She stopped her frantic movements and just listened. Something caught her ears. She frozen in place. Her eyes slowly scanning the darkness in front of her. The noise was getting closer and closer. At first Naminé thought it was the Heartless returning, but the sound came from the opposite direction that the Heartless ran in. The noise sounded like a bell and it was coming from behind the Nobody. She whipped around just in time to see a cat like Dream Eater coming right for her. It had a purple almost pink upper body and a dark blue lower body. It wear a white bell around its neck and on top of its ears which was admitting the sound that she heard moments before. The Necho Cat had red eyes and wore the mark of the Nightmare on its chest. Naminé tried to dodge it, but it was coming at her to fast. It tripped her as it raced past her in the same direction as the Heartless. The girl in white through her arms out in front of her to try to catch herself from smashing into the ground. Which was a bit hard to judge distance when you can't really see a floor. A Dark Corridor opened as she attempted to catch herself. As she fell through the portal that rejected her three times before, a blinding light hit her in the face and disoriented her. On instinct she shut her eyes against it and ended up missing judging her fall as she still smashed hard into the now dark gray floor. Her head hit against the floor hard knocking her out. Slowly Naminé came around. Her head pounded. She groaned and wondered how long she was out for. Her eyes fluttered open to see a light blue ceiling. She knew she fell face first, so how was it she was on her back now? She slowly sat up and held her head for a moment closing her eyes briefly against the pain. When she opened them again she noticed that she was in a small teal room and had some kind of glass on one side. "A window perhaps?" Naminé thought. The Nobody was laying on a metal slab. She tilted her head and wondered where the portal had sent her. She wasn't really thinking of and specific destination. The Corridors didn't want to work for her early at first, so she really didn't think it was just going to open like it did. It was a complete accident. She really wanted to see where the Heartless and the Dream Eater were going. Was the Nightmare chasing the Heartless? Why? All these question and more flooded Naminé already hurting head. She guessed she would never find out. One thing was for sure and that was that she had to figure out were she was now. She got up from the metal slab and walked over to the window and looked out. When she looked out all the Nobody could see was more windows and room like hers all stacked on top of one another. Her's was on the bottom of the stack closes to the floor. She looked back over her shoulder at the room she was in and to her horror, she didn't see a door. There was no way out. "W-What's going on? Where am I?" Naminé said horror stricken. "I'll be asking the questions around here." Came a deep voice from the other side of the glass. Naminé turned her attention back to the window, and just outside of it was a giant dark gray creature with Blue eyes that took up its whole eye, and strange tusk like objects coming down its cheeks on either side. She would be lying if she said she wasn't intimidated. She was so much in fact, she started to shake. "Who are, what are you, who sent you, what is your rank?" He spoke with a demanding and urgent voice. "What? Is this thing for real?" Naminé couldn't do anything but stare. Her words tried to come out but wouldn't. "I don't have all day, Trog!" The creature demanded again when she failed to answer him. Naminé winced, "Whats a T-Trog?" she asked nervously. "JUST ANSWER!" The Alien roared at her impatiently. "Naminé, I am a girl, no one sent me, and I don't have a rank!" She blurted out so quickly in fear that she wasn't sure he actually understood a word she was saying. "YOU'RE LYING!" He said in a dark and dangerous voice that made her back away from the glass as he advanced towards it. "If no one sent you, then who was that behind you when you came out of that crazy contraption?"
Naminé once again wore a look of confusion. "Who was that behind me? Was someone else in there? I didn't sense anyone? Maybe the Heartless or Dream Eater came back......." She thought silently to herself, but it was clear that the creature on the other side of the glass was becoming impatient with her lack of response he banged on the glass. This made Naminé thoughts shatter and she jumped back even further from the glass. She looked at the creature and started to speak again to tell him that she had no idea what he was talking about and that she wasn't lying when he cut her off. "Fine! You don't want to answer to me, then you'll answer the the Grand Councilwoman." He stormed away leaving once again alone. Naminé stood there shocked and shaken. She through her arm out in front of her to summon a portal out of this place, but once again, nothing came. She did it again this time keeping a clear destination in mind. "Twilight Town, Twilight Town, Twilight Town." She kept thinking over and over, but once more, nothing. She kept trying over and over again, each thrust of the arm more aggressive and urgent as the last but to no avail. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. She fell to her knees in disbelief. She was once again trapped in a small room. Her freedom had ended and she didn't even know by whom. She had no memory to guided her of this place. She had no idea where she was and no one else knew it where she was either. No one would be looking for her. She had nothing. She sat back on her bottom and brought her knees up to her face. Her arms wrapped around her knees to keep them in place as she buried her face in her leg and cried silently. |
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Feb 19, 2018 17:46:55 GMT -5
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He could feel the soft leather warming against the heat of his sweating back. It was hot and only getting hotter as time went on. Opening his eyes he could see nothing out there, beyond the thick glass that kept him and space apart. Everything was dark save for a single red light that faded in and out overhead, emergency lights faintly illuminating the black, steel hulls to the steel plate that acted like a submarine’s pressurized door. Instead of keeping water out it did to keep the air in. He reached up his hand, touching his fingertips to his forehead feeling the ridges of his frustration as he felt as if he was there again, deep beneath the ground buried under debris. He still remembered it and sometimes could still feel the pieces of metal digging into his skin… His arm pulled to rest over his eyes, the soft click of Dark Nation’s paws raking the metal floors as it stood from its place of rest. Where they moved Rufus had not taken note, mind drifting to his situation once more.
The break of monotony had been but a momentary reprieve.
He exhaled. “They told me it was the best way to conserve energy in an emergency.”By now the engine was a nothing but a silent hum in the background of space, a floating steel trap. Perhaps even a grave... Soft beeps of the system’s computer synchronized to the static of the navigation systems that had long since lost sign of any known satellites. The winds that plagued his imagination were little more than the vacant groans of the reactor being set to low power. It was all routine. Than why did it all feel like a last ditch effort…? He felt Dark Nation’s skull force itself under his hanging arm, which had come to lay limp over the side of his seat. His hand drifted to the beast’s still, bare fingertips brushing against the short, velvety fur. “But by now…” A dryness was coming to his throat as the engines seemed to hum faster, and faster, coming back to life.His heart rose to meet the energy, the beating muscle picking up in speed as hope woke from the darkness. But it would not last. The engine became dormant once more. Dark Nation’s cropped ears pricked up, the beast letting out a soft growl. As Rufus felt his ire raise towards the hellish situation he found himself in, the veritable sauna of sweat and odor, he sat himself up, his bareback peeling off the leather seats. The man had since discarded his jacket and suit in lieu of a more comfortable ride. He had rolled up his pants and left himself free of the bulky breathing apparatus. If the freezing claw of space did not choke the life out of him first he had little to worry about air. Batookah...zzz -- ook -- Rufus turned to the radio. Something was coming through, but it was broken up. Collecting his thoughts the man would start to pull knobs and turn dials in an attempt to clear the signal. He did what he good to clear the signal and could only hope it came through again. He sat in silence, as silent as the ship could be. He waited, and waited, but nothing came through. The executive slammed his fist on the console, head hanging low as he felt the last bit of energy drain from him. Dark Nation moved closer to the console, its ears rotating as it heard minute frequencies that Rufus himself was incapable of hearing. The exhausted executive slumped back in his seat. HIs head lowered into his waiting fingers as he tried to regain his barings. Blue eyes drifted toward his hound, the beast’s bladed tail wagging as it paced in placed before letting out a mewling whine. A snarling bark would follow its plead. Sitting himself back up, irritated from the heat and agonized by his drifting ship the president would try once more.He would again begin to adjust the radio’s frequency, adjusting anything he could think of that he might have missed.Cama’ahar teh tebracres achi-baba? Ashi salaam? Meega naga yuuga ish. Jinjibah itume kanjijibe? What was that? Rufus stood over his console a moment, his finger hovering over the call switch. He looked to Dark Nation who seemed to whine uneasily before sitting itself down. He seemed to have little else to lose. How -- distressing. Pressing down he would answer. “This is Rufus Shinra.” He could hardly find another means to communicate on such short notice. “...I don’t understand you.” Rufus would once again be greeted by silence. He cursed beneath his breath feeling his body nearly collapse over the console. His knees hit against the floor, causing a sharp pain to shoot through the rest of his tired body. He was not sure how long he knelt. His crippled ship would eventually come to a complete -- stop. The engine was dead and hell would rush loose from the gates as a soft siren began to go off to let Rufus know if the end. A heavy crunching noise whirred outside, drowning out what had been a most deafening silence. Dark Nation began to bark, the beasts rushing towards the hull’s walls, its noise adding to the growing cacophony. Rufus pressed his hand to his ear as his head began to spin.Understood. The foreign voice would worm from the console with an unsteady, but understandable language. Rufus looked up before he dragged himself to his feet.We will take you to the station. By the time Rufus’ ship was brought to the station it was naught but a pile of junk. He was able to clean up and dress himself, hair slicked back in a more professional style than his usual, loose locks. A loose thought fluttered across the back of his mind: trimming back to his old length lest start looking a mess. He was shuffled down a line, not dissimilar to entering Shinra’s corporate buildings, but very unlike them in that there were a number of non-human figures being passed through the gates being scanned, signed in and declaring all manner of goods and sorts. When Rufus was up the individual at the desk, who looked something crossed between a Mu and Ochu stared him down. Beside the blonde executive was his Tentacle Hound, its stubby, bladed tail wagging as it panted, clearly glad to be off that junker. “Identification?” The being inquired.Rufus blinked and took a moment. Reaching into his white jacket, which he had sling over his forearm, he pulled from it his cellphone, bringing up his Shinra Identification. The -- creature, scanned it and after a few minutes of typing into the projecting screen it looked to him once more.“Are you passing through or is this an extended stay?”The answer was obvious. “Extended.” As the information was entered Rufus was given a pass. “Is there any place I could find a new ship?” The individual reached out one of its many tentacles and pressed the pass. “Service shops are on the second level. Allotted time at any console is thirty minutes. Please remember that all purchases and activity is logged into the Galactic Federation’s systems.” A warning of any illegal intentions. One if its eyes turned down to Dark Nation. “And keep your pet in line.” It inched away when the beast drew close to sniff at the reaching tentacle.Rufus would head in and find himself amidst a more familiar hustle and bustle. It was like being in Edge again. Chattering voices and busy feet (and sometimes tentacles) keeping pace with the day to day activities. He looked to the card he was given and would press one of the interface keys. The card itself looked to be a clear piece of plastic, yet worked similarly to his cell phone. Though he could not read the language the images were enough to lead him to the map. As he pondered his path a few too many eyes would rest a moment too long on him. In particular those who have never seen a human before. Blonde hair and blue eyes he would come to resemble a particular individual in holding. A hand, if one could call it as such, came to rest on his shoulder, the black material of his pin-striped vest wrinkling beneath the strong touch. “Wait here.” The well dressed brute demanded of Rufus. “I have a busy schedule. If you would tell me what is going on.” He calmly inquired, finding himself in too foreign a situation to come off as he usually did. Intimidation would not get him far.“We found your offspring causing trouble. Wait here for the arresting officer to decide.”O-offspring?! ▲ |
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Post by Naminé on Feb 28, 2018 0:53:45 GMT -5
Naminé tears had dried up by now but the trails still graced her face as she sat in a fetal position contemplating what was going to happen to her. She was surrounded by strange creatures that didn't give her so much as a chance to explain, and she had no idea what world she was in. Normally she can make connections and read hearts to give her some kind of inkling of what she was up against but she was so frazzled that she completely neglected to do for the time being. She knew she had to get a hold of herself because no one was coming to rescue her. What she wouldn't give for Kairi to pop out of nowhere and lend a helping hand, but there was no way that was going to...... "You made bail." The big alien that had interrogated her earlier had returned and was doing something on the wall next to her cell. "You are lucky, Trog. You are being released into the custody of your Father." The glass field sprank open and the big creature entered the cell and slapped some handcuffs on the stunned girl's wrist. " Just in case you get any bright ideas."
"Father, but I don't have a Father." Naminé thought to herself. However, before she could even raise and argument she was being pushed out of the cell and down a passageway. The alien kept watch from behind her and practically walked on her heels. She was finally out of that cell but the big guy didn't give her much room to escape. She figured she would just play along with this for now. If she saw an opening to make a break for it she would take it. She just hoped that her Corridors would work now that she was out of the prison. If not, she would be in more trouble then she was already. Namine knew that she would have to wait till she made it to the person who was suppose to be her "Father". He would obviously say that she wasn't his daughter and maybe she could use the confusion to make her get away. As for the cuffs, she would have to think about that later. The Alien officer steered her to an open place of some kind, a hanger. There were all matters of creatures all around. If Naminé haddened been so scared she would have probably been in awe and excited. She was brought up to a man wearing white and he had blonde hair and blue eyes just like her. "So, that is why they thought he was my father." Naminé thought to herself as she looked at the man with her tear stained face. Once she realized she was staring for longer then she probably should have, she decided to look down at the floor in shame. She had been doing that a lot lately. She was hoping that if this man really did loose his daughter, that she wasn't in any real trouble. The Alien turned her around to face him and he undid her cuffs. "She was apprehended for the use of an unregistered vehicle of sorts in a restricted section." The Alien said to the man. "We don't let anyone near the Councilwoman without an appointment. Entering her chambers without such is an arrestable offense or even worse, but it looks like she is being generous this evening." He said as he forcefully turned her back around to face the other man Hearing the charges that lead to her arrest made Naminé want to explain. This was all just a misunderstanding. It wasn't like she was trying to cause trouble or harm. She turned her head a bit to try to talk to the Alien Officier. "I am sorry. This is all just a mis....." Her words were cut off as the Alien pushed her towards the man causing her stumble in the strangers directions. "Silence, Trog. You have caused enough trouble." He said to her. "See you don't let her out of your sight again, or next time she might not be so lucky and the two of you will be sharing a cell." He huffed at the man. Naminé caught herself from falling and as she did so she noticed something that drew all her attention and thought to it. She didn't notice it at first because she was to focused on the man. At first she thought it was a new type of Heartless but when she really took it in it looked like a big black dog with a tentacle or feeler coming out of its neck. Her eyes were wide as she started at it standing next to the man in white. She tilted her head at it slightly as she was mesmerised by it. What was it? It was kind of neat looking in her opinion.
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Mar 20, 2018 10:38:01 GMT -5
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Rufus was glad to be in civilization again. His mind had drifted to some darker thoughts while trapped in his shuttle. It was not easily predicted that the long term effects of space travel. The isolation and small space had drawn him back to his time underground, imprisoned by the follies of the past. How immaterial did power become when the foundation it was built upon was swallowed by the whim of nature herself. For decades Planet cried and those that listened did so ironically. AVALANCHE had been a direct result of his selfishness and, in a way, their actions had changed Planet. His actions. He could see the whole picture and held hindsight as a powerful precursor to laws yet written. To lives yet lived… At the edges of space where hymns claim Omega itself would carry the Lifestream at the end of all was truly worth visiting. It wasn't the Promised Land his father dreamed of, but promises of lands they had yet to see. Though this wasn't quite the civilization he has expected to greet when he stepped from the ship, which had traveled far beyond the stars, he was neither disappointed. Sure there were suggestions that there were many more kinds of sentient creatures beyond Planet. Ancients, Humans, the Cosmo people and Gi were some of the few Planet cradled in her bosom. While not a wealth of diversity in its sentient creatures and with humans having been an foreign introduction, as according to the Ancient’s history, it was quite a surprise to see so many different races packed into one port and getting along. By their reaction he was not the first human, but by their hesitation he could easily surmise they were not a prolific lot. So there were indeed others with features more closely related to them and Ancients? It was all intriguing, but it was not what interested him. By the structure of the proceedings at the landing he could easily be convinced they too have rules and regulations to keep everything flowing. No they stood to be just as any developed society was. It meant they were predictable. What drew his attentions the most was the idea he could, theoretically, get a better, faster ship. As he waited the executive looked over the informational card great was given. After asking the nearby receptionist he was able to change the language to a recognizable text. Thanks to rather relatable computerized images finding a way to use his gil to purchase goods and services on the station was a matter of knowing how business worked. Eventually he was able to find a buyer for his scraped ship parts and would be meeting him… He slid the holocard into his jacket’s front pocket. “ Twenty minutes.” raising his arm his sleeve slid back, revealing his watch. Adjusting it to the time shown on the station the man allowed a smirk to draw up the corner of his lips. “ Plenty of time.” And if there was anything Rufus knew, it was business. Time meant money and he could negotiate a higher price than what his junk heap was worth there would be no trouble buying another ship or even paying a way off this station. Clearing his throat he looked to the officer, of which by now he could only assume as they were the only ones about armed, and motioned his hand. Rufus was baffled at their declaration. For all their processes they seemed ill adapted at telling humans apart. “I'm curious. Just where did you come across…” But his question was cut short when a larger alien entered, the same uniform, handling the young female roughly. Though he was on what was clearly a world not his own, the differences only lay in the shape of its hosts. Attitudes varied from calm, sociable demeanors to more foul and ill adapted working personalities such as the giant fellow who approached him. Rules, structure, authority. It seemed they were little different from those found on Planet. The brutish oaf handled the young female like a criminal. While something so small could hardly constitute as a threat there was also the fact that he has been burned before for failing to follow procedural conduct. For a moment he was reminded of Reno’s more rogue behaviors, but he was never strictly regarded for them as they got the job done. Perhaps this one met a less than desirable outcome with his superiors. Crystalline eyes drifted down towards the girl, realizing just why such a mistake was made. It seems those of other groups would not tell apart distinct features. Though with how his father was it was no surprise. There were those who would never come to recognize his half brother as a blooded Shinra. Bastards had a way of … Well no matter. He stared at the young woman before glancing back at the receptionist. “ Is this how you treat important guests? To think I was here on a diplomatic mission.” It was a lie of course. He had only been testing a new ship design to be used exclusively by the WRO on exploration missions for Shinra. “ No matter, come young one. We’re going to secure a new ship and be on our way.” At this point the guard was sweating, looking to their larger, fish looking compatriot. “ W-wait! It is just protocol.” They assured before moving their fingers on the surface of their computer. Rufus’ holocard beeped. The man reached into his pocket and retrieved the device, which had begun to beep. “ See not a problem. I put directions for the best garage on the station with a few extra services. All you gotta do is prove yer who ya say, with the right credentials, and yer good to go.” Rufus stared at the device, his brow quirking as the corner of his lip drew up slightly. “ Why thank you. This will help me a great deal.” He allowed his hand to rest on the girl's shoulder as he made move to leave, hoping she would get the hint and tag along. They were, after all, humans. Or so he thought. “ Well that was some dirty business.” He noted as Dark Nation passed up on the girl's side, locking her between Rufus and itself. The Tentacle Hound was a guard beast by its very nature… as the creature stalked along with its head low and deep snarls it made clearing a path rather easy in the sea of… bodies. ▲ 1084 ● Naminé ● What a strange, new experience |
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Post by Naminé on Apr 14, 2018 0:09:54 GMT -5
The confusion on Naminé's face was evident. Luckily she was facing the man before her instead of the aliens that were at her back. Was this guy actually going along with the mistaken identity. What about his real daughter? It was possible she was actually in trouble or lost somewhere then here he was covering for another girl. Then again, it was also possible that he knew exactly where his daughter was, and she was fine. He was just playing along for the sake of her. Namine really didn't know. People it was hearts are just as confusing and complex as the emotions that they convey. Regardless, Namine played along though it may have been a poor performance on her behalf. She just wanted to get out of there. "Ummmm..... Yes, Papa." She regarded him as he told her to come along. She had hoped it was convincing enough that it wouldn't have gotten them busted. She walked over towards the man's side still a bit weary and yet intrigued by the black dog. The alien behind the desk did some things on the computer and it would appear that they would soon be cleared. Namine walked alongside the man and his pet as they pass the big alien that had brought her in. She thought she heard what sounded like a growl come through his throat but paid him no mind as she kept her eyes straightforward. When the blond man spoke again she nodded at him in regards of this whole situation being some dirty business. The nobody looked at the large black dog that was on her one side . Part of her wanted to reach out and touch it, but she thought better of the idea. With the way that it acted and escorted both of them from the facility she was guessing that it was some kind of guard animal. She wasn't going to take it by surprise with touching it without permission. She soon gave the man a side glance as she took in his appearance now that she was closer to him. She had wondered if he really was some kind of diplomat or someone of higher power with the way he spoke and held himself. "Thank you, sir." Namine said in a low voice in case one of the alien officers subordinates we're listening. " but shouldn't you be more worried about your actual daughter?" The memory witch was still under the impression that the man that her side had a child of his own. " my name is Namine." She introduced herself. Namine looked over her shoulder when they were a good distance away and saw the big alien lean towards the other one behind the desk. "are you really on some diplomatic mission?" She spoke to Rufus while her eyes still watched the aliens in their Exchange. " if that was a tall tale, we might not have very much time before they figure it out." Namine wasn't sure herself, especially from the distance that she was at it was hard to read them, but it seem like the big guy was having the smaller alien run a thorough background check or some kind of credentials. She could only catch a little bit through her telepathy of what was going on. The big alien, however did leave the other alien in a few moments. Nothing seems to be happening quite just yet. Or perhaps it is as the blonde man had said and nothing suspicious was a foot. Deep down, Namine didn't really believe that to be the case. Rufus Shinra |
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Post by Rufus Shinra on May 24, 2018 10:52:26 GMT -5
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The larger one seemed suspicious of the situation. It was too convenient that the girl's father would appear just at the right moment. As they left Rufus could hear the one at the console asking the larger officer to calm down, that he always made situations like that tense. It was likely that the fish’s nature was one predisposed to suspicions. It wasn't far from Tseng's propensities. Having such a reminder brush over his thoughts Rufus was reminded why he had put himself through the works. Why he wanted to test the new engines… Tseng was perhaps to be angry at him whenever they again meet, but for now he had full faith the man would not give up. He never has before. He felt Dark Nation move about then. Rufus was glad there was at least one individual he could trust on this ship. This was his first time in space and on a space station so much of this foreign port would have him on edge until he could learn to manipulate the system. At first glance it was nothing like Planet, a hub for travellers across the stars. But the more he observed the passing bodies it was no different from any Port City. This one just happened to be in space. Dark Nation was aware the young girl was being taken in by the President and it would make things simpler. “ Well, then we'll just have to make it the truth now, won't we?” He reached into his pocket to retrieve the small information card. “ Let's just see how much it's worth.” He'd murmur to himself. He seemed to be searching for a certain facility available on the space station. Now it wasn't the sort of place you could find on Planet. There was no need. Back home it was Shinra who controlled the economy, thus directed the path of trade. That being said the President of the infamous company made his way over to a pavilion near the center of the station. A rather convenient spot, and for good reason. Overhead scrawled, foreign lettering depicted its use, translating a few different ways. Rufus was a scary individual. The way he held himself was the same way a predator did to walk down a row of prey animals at the watering hole. He was sure of himself and had no sensible regard for the intimidating appearance of others. He has, quite literally, seen the end of the world. He has seen cities bombed and, more critically he has seen death upon his doorstep, of whom he gladly opened it to. That was a rather shameful memory. How easily did he smile up to death. Unlike his father he was hardly fond of pain… Rufus had nothing to fear. He had already faced loss, and it did to make him stronger. Setting the card on the table he reached back to allow his free hand to move to the young woman's back, keeping her close as the swarm of bodies was most dense here. But what did everyone come here for? There were so many languages being spoken, and none privvy to humans ears, that allowed one to discern the business being conducted. Dark Nation remained on Naminè's other side, preventing any suspicious beings from drifting too close. Rufus’ featured turned up into a smile likely meant to be warm but it was simultaneously sharp. The individual at the desk, which Rufus had approached, became unsettled by the human. Looking around all of the others at the desk were already serving a customer. One could see the sweat against its head coagulate. They reached a handkerchief up to wipe at their dark, blue, semi-translucent flesh. They were a large sort, semi amorphous appealing to a visage similar to an octopus. They had long, tentacle arms, four in total with large, brown eyes and a trunk-like nose of which it used to pick up Rufus’ card. Black pupils drifted up to Rufus in question. The blue skinned worker leered at the blonde president. “ I'd like to convert my money to usable credit.” He pointed down to the card before reaching his free hand into his jacket. The moneychanger slid the card into the computer as Rufus set down a pouch of gil coins with a small roll of bills as well. Seeing the bills the moneychanger sighed and called out to his supervisor with blorps and toots from his trunk. She looked to have features similar to an avian, but they seemed crossed with that of a crustacean with mandibles in the stead of a beak, and wing like arms. She seemed a bit too cheery for her position, clasping her feathered digits together, the bright plumage fluffing up.. “Oh, dear, dear, dear. I see the problem.” She replied to her worker. “Yes,” She turned her gaze to Rufus and Namine. “You’re Earthlings, yes?” She would ask with a measure of familiarity. Rufus tilted his head. “ I am from Planet, President Rufus Shinra.” They blinked, looking eat each other before the female went typing away at the keypad in front of her. “Oh dear, we do not have a Planet in the system. Let me just enter it in to send to the board. Your bill denominations are not yet measured so I will have to transfer them to the closest equivalent in your coins, but your gold coins can be easily monetized to credits. Is this okay sir?” She looked over to him as the fellow beside her started his task of counting the bills and counting the coins. “ Please, just call me Rufus, and of course.” Bills were rarely, if ever used on Planet, except when comes the need to carry large sums of gil bonds measuring up into the millions, of which Rufus carried regularly. A businessman on Planet would be out of luck without them. While there were large denominations of gil, up to at least one thousand, beyond that carrying so many coins could be cumbersome. “ I must say your coloration is … fascinating.” The male putting on the charm. The woman giggled and waved her feathered hand. “Oh, you’re just saying that.” “ Oh no. I believe looking your best at your job is important in showing others how much you care.” He stood back, adjusting his collar and hair as if to emphasize his point. She blushed and giggled. “Well, I do love counting money.” She admitted. “Oh, you know what? Here you go.” She seemed to add some additional information. “If you take this to the consulate at the otherside of the station you can add your world to the directory. It will make future exchanges faster and expedite those traveling from your world to the station. I will just need a bit more information, you are the leader of your world, correct?” She had recognized the title he used. Rufus provided the necessary information and before they knew it he had not only a card spilling with credit, but official means to push Planet into the running among these other worlds. They way he worked was impressive. He knew people, even of they were of foreign origins. He knew how to play by the rules and bend them to his desires. He was cold, brutal and efficient. He wouldn’t be someone you wanted as an enemy. Dark Nation let out a deep woof, as if to grab the young woman’s attention, pushing her to keep up with Rufus. It seemed the hound made it its job to keep the group together in the crowded area. There were a few silver-tongued comments that made his getting through and getting what he wanted easier, but he was never caught in a web of lies. “ Why speak lies when the truth is so much more beneficial?” He regarded the white witch. “ Rufus Shinra.” He would bade to the girl. “ This is Dark Nation. In a way I am a dignitary from another world. Planet.” Though he did not yet run all of it, he would someday soon. They already held all of the Northern and Western continents as well as parts of the Eastern lands and Wutai Island. Unfortunately for Shinra the only other competitor for land was Dio and the Gold Saucer. They own both the maximum security prison there and all of the Corel Mountains where within the desert they harbor the infamous amusement park. The consulate was quite a walk away so the pair would have time for pleasantries. ▲ 1419 ● Naminé ● Money and compliments buy trust |
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Post by Naminé on Jul 23, 2018 15:45:42 GMT -5
Namine was beginning to suspect that this man didn’t actually have a daughter, or he was straight up just a really bad father, who didn’t care one way or another about his actual child.. He didn’t seem very bothered by the fact. Looking at him, however, the nobody didn’t feel that the latter was the case. He didn’t seem like a bad person. It was possible it was just because of how the two strangers looked that made them relatable in the aliens eyes. Even so, the man still went along with the whole charade. For that the memory witch was grateful. Only time would really tell what kind of man walked beside her. Even though she couldn’t escape the nagging feeling that made its way through her body, like a slow-moving cloud, that the man did feel kind of familiar. The sensation creeped its way through but she was unable to Simply sit and process the information, get a grasp on where the connection was coming from. “Make it true?” Namine tilted her head in curiosity as the man pulled a card out of his pocket. “How?” the well-dressed man seemed to know how things worked around here. Which was much more than the memory witch could say for herself. She had no idea what was going on. She was trying her best not to dive down into other people’s memories, but not knowing was unsettling. She wasn’t sure she like this feeling, if that’s what you could even call it. It made her tense and something was floating around in her stomach. It also kind of aggravated her, like larxene's voice when she was taunting people…… which was practically all the time. Kind of like nails on a chalkboard, or the Screech of a chair that was being dragged across of marble floor. Namine walked silently between the man and his pet. She tried to look like she belonged with them. An attempt to make herself look natural as possible. The truth was she didn’t know how to act like a daughter, to act like she belonged anywhere. She found herself trying to avoid peoples eyes if they looked at her. Often she would look down at her own feet as she walked, or even side looked at nothing in particular. All in hopes to avoid the gazes of others. She knew if she locked eyes with them she would want to know what was going through their heads. She would be attempted to take a peek and perhaps dive down deeper if something she found was interesting. If she wasn’t careful, the witch of memory could easily shatter someone so that they were nothing more then a husk with not even memories to visit. That isn’t something that she wanted to do. Unless it was an absolute dire situation, and even then she might hesitate or completely back off. Being ruthless just wasn’t her, even though sometimes one had to be ruthless in order to survive. She did want to survive, to have many more experiences and go on many more Journeys. One day being ruthless might just be something that she might have to do. Namine looked up at Rufus and found herself studying his profile. She figured it was better than looking down at her feet. Maybe there was something in the way he held himself that could help her fit in a little bit better and not look so awkward. He seem to walk and hold an air of confidence. Everything about him demanded respect. The way he held himself and his stride made it seem as if he was on a mission of great importance. It reminded her a lot of marluxia or xemnas, however, she has seen both of them fall apart at the seams. For some reason she couldn’t see this man doing as such. It was intimidating. She must look pretty pathetic walking beside him. She wouldn’t have been surprised if somebody had thought, while looking at her with them, along the lines of: there goes a man and his pet, and oh look, he brought his pet a snack. How nice. Namine sighed dejectedly before getting a determined look on her face and attempting to hold herself in the same fashion as Rufus. She was guessing that any kind of child of his would be just as confident and knowing. After a while however, she started feeling silly. She didn’t have the stature to hold herself the way that the man and his dog did. She was anything but intimidating. Another dejected sigh reached her lips right before they got to the counter of their destination. It was very crowded where they stood and she kept getting bumped from behind . That’s when she felt a hand on her back. She twisted her head around to see who was touching her before she came to the realization that it was none other than Rufus. He pulled her closer to him and the counter, probably so he wouldn’t lose the creature That was supposed to be his family member. She stepped where he want her to without resistance. She remained quiet yet again while Rufus exchanged to conversation with the clerk and his manager. Namine’s voice did Reach Out to correct the feather looking alien upon being called Earthlings. “ pardon me.” She said Softly. “ but I think the overall term you are looking for is humans.” She was guessing that the word earthlings had more to do with the world in which they had resided such as: Destiny Islanders, Atlanteans, or Agrabanians. “ it’s hard to decipher what worlds a human can come from. So it might be more polite to ask rather than assume. Don't want to offend anyone I am sure. More Professional. “ she pointed out politely, even though an assumption is what got her out of a whole world of trouble. The memory witch did learn a few things while listening to the conversation. For example, the man and his dog were from a place called the planet. She felt like she knew others from that world as well. She also ended up learning the name of her so-called father, President Rufus Shinra. It would have been more than strange if she didn’t know his name. Simply doing an introduction to her wouldn’t have played off well back when she was in handcuffs, and they were trying to pull off this little fib. She was hoping that introduction to him didn’t have any unwanted listeners, so it didn’t come back to bite them in the butts later. At least not until they were out of there. Unfortunately, Namine was thinking that that was his entire name. She was unfamiliar with the word president being a title. Her reaction was neutral to hearing such words. She attempted to look as though she knew it the whole time. Giving the alien lady a small smile and a nod. Another thing that Namine was unfamiliar with was the tactic of putting on charms to ultimately get what you want. Flattery was lost on the girl. So in her mind when the coloration of the alien was brought up, her smile got bigger. “you're really pretty.” She added with innocence. It was true in her eyes. Namine had seen many different kind of species. Shedidn’t differentiate between what was normal to most people and what was weird. Beauty truly came in all shapes and sizes to the memory witch . She had no idea that others may look at creatures that look different from them and think them as weird. It was something that was never built into her. Namine was caught by surprise in learning that President Rufus Shinra was the ruler of his own world. For one Split Second she had a surprised look on her face. She gawked at the man, her mouth half-open. When she realized what she was doing she quickly Dove down towards her sandals playing it off as if a strap had come undone. She knew of other rulers such as king trident and even the Sultan of Agrabah, but she herself has never actually met any of them, and now here she was in the presence of a ruler playing off as his daughter just because her magic decided that it wanted to do its own thing and get her in trouble. This was truly going to be harder then she thought. Now she had to act like a princess. It didn’t matter that she was the nobody of an actual princess, her, herself, has never actually taken princess lessons. Granite, she could turn into various other princesses but that wasn’t going to help her as herself. While Namine was about to get up from messing with her sandal, she found herself face-to-face with the black dog. She tilted her head at it in curiosity. It looks really kind of cool. She reached out her hand to attempt to pet it. Then she thought better of it and pulled her hand back before touching the creature. If it hadn’t wanted to be touched it’s possible it could bite or attack her. That would look really bad to their situation. She slowly rose up as “ President” was finishing up with the aliens. As they walked off, Shinra, looks very pleased with himself. He had gotten what he wanted for the time being. Now he was addressing her. “ so you’re the ruler of your entire world? I think I know some people from Planet. Though, right now I really can’t think of their names. I wonder if that’s why you feel so familiar to me.” She smiled at him. Familiarity with the man that she had just met must have sounded strange to Rufus, or maybe it didn't. “If you give me time I’ll probably be able to remember who they are. It’s a lot of memories to sift through.“ she explained. “ and you’re right, telling the truth is definitely more beneficial.” She had learned from experience after finally telling Sora the truth to set him free and his memories. She could have hated her for her lies and wanted nothing more to do with her, but instead he saw something within her and chose to protect her. “ You don’t really seem like the kind of person that would lie very often. So I have to thank you.” Her smile was accompanied by the cute little head tilt. “ thank you, Father.” She exaggerated the word father just a little bit hoping that he would get the hint. He had told a lie when he didn’t deny that he was her father. Lies didn’t just come in what you said, but they also come in what you don’t say. “Rufus Shinra.” She repeated back to him. “ but I thought it was president.” She said a bit confused. “ you told the lady that your name was President Rufus Shinra.” She still didn't get that president was a title and not actually his first name. When he gestured over too dark Nation Namine smile got a little bit bigger. “ he is very interesting. I almost mistook him for a heartless when I first saw him. I was a bit worried.” she admit it while waving at the Beast. Perhaps, since the man knew about other worlds that he knew of creatures such as heartless, dream eaters, unversed, and ones such as her, Nobodies. If not, he was going to learn very fast. “ What kind of creature is he, if you don’t mind me asking? In my world travels, I’ve never seen anything like him before.”
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Aug 15, 2018 10:03:57 GMT -5
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A man, worth anything, never tells a lie. But a man worth millions embezzles the truth. Lies become the reality for a man in power. Those told over the course of his career become who he is. A shade of what he once was: to ensure they continue to climb that ladder they make themselves stronger, despite being weak. They fill themselves with confidence, even though they are untold cowards. A true man faces his opponent with dignity. But a lair would slander his opponent, so they dare not ever face them in the field of battle. For Rufus he had grew up sheltered by these lies. He could never be hurt. He could do anything. He ruled the world.
And come the Fall.
A worthless thief was left amidst the rubble of a ruined empire, fell by the greed of his own blood. He had nothing. He could do nothing and yet he still had the world. So what was true? What was it that he could do now that he had the world, yet no power over it? He lied. He told himself that he was meant to suffer and die. He had accepted he would be killed and never be able to face himself come his time in the Lifestream. And lo, he did not die. He could not. So was his father wrong? Was that unreachable immortality not a gift of power, but a result of weakness? His father had always been wrong. He was wrong about the Turks. He was wrong about Planet, about everything he gained. None of it lasted forever. It hardly lasted a lifetime, let alone fifty. So it took Rufus losing everything to understand that a lie alone did not make a man. It was what he made of those lies, that conviction. Whenever a man told himself 'just one more time', or 'I can do this' was in fact a faithlessness in their own power. That natural human stubbornness was driven by what he could not have. So when Rufus had nothing and could not life forever -- so he was punished by being made to live through his hardships and forced to have all of the world in his hands and be denied his truth.
He was nothing.
And so, because he could not face the truth, he believed the lies his father told. He accepted the truth and became a man worth everything. He became immortal. None would ever forget the Shinra name. None would deny his shaping of the world. And so he pushed forward and made his lies truth.
I can rebuild.
I can face my enemies.
I cannot lose.
Because now he had no choice. Now he had not his father he needed to prove himself to. But the world. His memories harbored his life which was short and unremarkable. It was not until Sephiroth's infamous rampage that the screaming memories of death bad sorrow begin and sit on the forefront of his thoughts. It was not long ago that he was imprisoned, buried alive to be used in a mad scientists experiments. All the sins his father suffered onto others he had paid for them in full in the hands of the refuges of Midgar. It was not safe in his mind for death was a very recent experience for him, but there was also thoughts of those who protected him. The Turks, Dark Nation. While it was something he would never admit to it was they who he continued for, because it was they who had continued for him. He was not a man given to defeat. Losing was something he hated the most. He would no sooner damn himself to endless wandering in the Lifestream before he would admit to losing. In this determination was the drive to restore Planet and right the wrong of his forefathers. In all of his words, actions and remarks were the scars from the loss of his mother, the cruel lessons of his father and the constant struggle with death and his dependency on that substance. To this day he has been unable to forgo his doses. It was what had caused him to make errors during spaceflight. It was what lead him here. Without it the Stigma had been painful, but without the Stigma he felt as if he had lost a voice in the back of his mind, a unity to the Lifestream that he never had as a human.
How jealous he was of the Ancient.
How cruel.
The attendant seemed surprised at the girl speaking up. "There's more of you? How many planets have you populated?" She put her hand to her mouth, beak? She seemed a flutter. "Well no matter. That seems a strange. I didn't think -- I'm sorry." After all she couldn't be judge mental to the poor, featherless homonids. She blushed at Namine's gentle words. "Oh you have your father's charm. I'm embarrassed!" She was all a flutter with delight.
Her more Amorphous partner leaned away as her feathers puffed out in her excitement. Once business was concluded the pair were off again, into the port. Rufus was glad to be done with it. He hated small talk. But he was a Shinra so he was taught to speak business and knew how to orate, but his desire to do so was pushed away by his disgust of living humans. It would do to tell there was a reason the President had a Tentacle Hound as a guard as opposed to a guard. Less chatty, more competent and better company. Blue eyes drifted down to gaze at the young woman. A chuckle cut across his throat as he tucked his hands into his pocket at her question. Of the whole world? If only.
"Some would still be considered independent nations, but you can't rule an entire world without people disagreeing right? Let's just say I rule more of it." He also had more money, more technology and more influence. Without him the world would be right back in the far past where they had nothing but nomadic camps of hunters, scrounging technology from the already existing tribes... "Really?" He mused at her admittance. "I would doubt anyone from my world has been here before. In fact my journey to space was the first of its kind." He seemed fully unaware of the possibilities created by the Star Shards and Gummiships. But in time.
He couldn't help but scoff at her comment. Not much of a lair? No. He never had been. He felt it took away from the time spent making things happen. His father -- his father always lied, from the day he was born. It was not until recently he had discovered he had a brother. Half brother, but it mattered not. That man wasted his life lying. Like hell would Rufus suffer the same indignity. Yet despite all of it ... he owed that slothful oaf everything. And he hated it. It was a precarious balance. His brows arched as he looked down to her. They arrived at a terminal marked by alien language. Rufus had learned by now placing his card against it he could start interacting with it. It was similar to their systems back on Planet, but more advanced as its database seemed thousands of more terrabyes larger than anything Planet had. With so many races about, it was of no surprise.
"President, is my title of power back home. Though it means nothing out here without the proper documentation, which I will soon have." Rufus was adding information to the database, applying for status as a diplomat. The feathered woman had helped out with most of it, making his task easier. "A Heartless?" He has never heard of such a creature. "Dark Nation is a Tentacle Hound. In my world they are used as guard beasts. They are too vicious to be ordinary pets though so the military trains them as do the Military Police. Dark Nation is special for me. Their mother was bred specifically for me. Dark Nation is one of her pups." He explained as the dark hound sat near, its red tentacle lashing about, stubby blade-tail wiggling.
Dark Nation pushed up from sitting, eyeing the hand waving. The hound was reminded of Elena. This smaller person looked a great deal like her. Blonde hair and a woman! That was all the beast needed. She was no threat to Rufus as the hound was confident it could rip out her throat. She they moved to push their head to the head, demanding a pat. Rufus paused in his typing... a bit annoyed at Dark, but there was nothing he could do. It was special after all and had an intellect much greater than ordinary Hounds. A few clicks and they were done. But it would take time.
"There. We will need to wait for a short time, so we could perhaps get food." He was feeling the pangs of hunger. His appetite was increased by his medicine. "There is a cafeteria," He pulled out the card, a map appearing over it. "On the floor above." He looked toward the steps. Tucking it away he made his way that way. Nation perked its cropped ears and moved to try and push Namine to start walking, herding her with Rufus.The Cafeteria was -- quite a crowded place full of strange foods that seemed unappetizing to a human's palate. But when in Midgar...▲ 1578 ● Naminé ● Looks -- Tasty |
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Post by Naminé on Oct 18, 2018 23:07:13 GMT -5
Namine listened to Rufus speak. He claimed that no one from his world would have ever ventured out as far as he did, that no one knew how, but she knew there were other ways travel. She used one of the ways herself, and from what she has seen and heard, Her method seemed to be taking on a will of its own. The Corridors have taken quite a few people from their homes and sent them clear across the galaxies of it's own will. Strangers have been popping up left and right not knowing where they were or how they got there. Most of them knew nothing of the current threats to the worlds nor that other world existed. Those who did know just recently found out. Even with Rufus' claim, something still was nagging at the back of the Witch of Memories' mind. It was hard to explain, but if words had to be put to it...it was kind of like trying to remember a dream. The more you tried to recall what you dreamt, the further the dream retreats into your mind. After awhile, the dream is forgotten as if it never happened. She knew there was a connection between the man and at least one other memory. When she has time to think more on it, she would dig deeper and find that connection. After all, it was something she was very good at. "President is a title?" Namine tilted her head at the man curiously. "Kind of like King, Sultan, or something like that?" She question him further. The title was new to her, then again...there was still a lot of things new to her. However. there was ways to get over that, and that was learn, question, and try to understand. There was so much she wanted to learn and get to know, and the more she has been traveling the more the question that lead to her learning pile up. "I have met rulers of whole worlds....or at least that is how it seemed." She said, but of course it wasn't her that met with these people. It was her Other's and Roxas. So it wasn't impossible to her for one person to rule it all. In fact. there were a few people that she knew were trying too as they spoke right now. She didn't understand the concept of wanting such a thing. Demanding respect and having one's will hang over people's heads. It didn't sound fun. Why couldn't people just live their lives to the fullest, go on adventures and just have fun? Maybe find someone to share the adventure with, or even a couple of someone's. Nothing forced. She feared she never understand....or maybe it was a fear that she one day might understand. It was heard to tell if Rufus knew what a Heartless was or not. Namine couldn't gage if he was questioning the term, or if he was questioning her first thought on the beast dog. Either way, if the man was out this far he was bound to run into sooner or later if he hadn't already. It was best to know what he was in for. "Yes." Namine confirmed. "Heartless are beings of Darkness. They are normal born when a person's heart is consumed by darkness. They hunt hearts when they are so inclined to and then that heart can give way to the darkness with in it to create more heartless." Namine paused wonder how much she should speak on the matter. She finally settled on that she said enough. "It is complicated. Your dog sort of looked like it could be one, but now I see that it is way to solid in form and its heart is still among the light." She smiled at the creature finally learning what it was. Namine let out a soft giggle as Dark Nation, as she leaned her name was, pushed her head into Namine's hand. The witch patted the hound's head gently, alternating between quick short pats and longer strokes. Getting to know the dog was something She wanted to do since she first laid eyes on her. She continued to pet Dark for as long as the creature allowed her too, or until Rufus seemed satisfied with his work. Curious eyes looked back at Rufus when he mention food. No one had ever invited her to eat with them before. She blinked not really sure how to process the fact he said "We". He was actually including her on this. She always watched as other had meals and treats together. Her favorite being Roxas, Xion, and Axel. They were followed closely by Roxas, Hayner, Pence, and Olette. The only thing about the latter was it wasn't real. It was for Roxas.....the memory of the fake memory made something hurt inside her. The feeling dissipated when the hound nudged the girl to start following it's master. "Alright Alright." She giggles as her legs started moving the direction of the man in white. "satisfied?" She giggled the question at the dog. Namine ran a head of Rufus as she made her way up the stairs towards the cafeteria. She was excited, just like a bright eyes child full of wonder and curiosity. She couldn't remember the last time she actually had anything to eat. She had some Munny on her from various jobs she did in different worlds. She learned from the best after all, Roxas. She ran up each vender and looked around. It was very clear that the young girl was looking for something specific. Every time she didn't find what she was searching for she would run to the next vender. Finally it became to clear to Namine that the station, though rich in all sorts of food, didn't have what she was looking for. The thing she had her so called heart set on. She looked back through the items much slower this time not that the object of her quest was out of reach. The girl made funny face at some of the food, either from look or smell, others she contemplated on actually getting. She tried to search for some foods that she at least semi knew from other worlds. Rufus Shinra |
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Nov 1, 2018 12:32:16 GMT -5
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The spaceport was an awesome inspiring sight. A marvel of technological advancement yet to those used to the station it was a hub to get to where they were going fast, efficiently and with confidence that the systems set up would make the transition between ground and space was smooth. Rufus could appreciate that drive to get through a work day, the diligent workers who pushed to get to that next paycheck, but prided themselves in their work enough to stay the long hours required of them to ensure the company’s prolonged growth. The differences between him and these locals were few and far in-between. Size, color and even dress seemed to contrast and despite all that the man felt a sense of belonging here. Maybe it was the fact it, in a way, reminded him of Edge and its hustle and bustle or -- it was a breath of fresh air after being trapped in that vessel for as long as he had been. Dark nation padded between him and the young woman, the hound unfettered by the change in its environment. If anything it had become more alert concerning Rufus’ distress.
He was starting to feel the effects of withdrawal. Since his landing he had been unable to locate the small vial of serum he kept in case of an episode. While far from addicted, at least he would present to himself, the substance had kept at bay the insurmountable pain from the Stigma that burned at his veins near constantly. A diluted version of the drug: the serum was still burning through his veins and needed time to work its way out. He had been advised not to stop suddenly as it may result in toe body finding addiction. He had his doubts, but he did know those doctors, had they wanted to keep their luxurious lifestyles, would not end the man paying their way. But he was starting to feel the bitter bite of bile in the back of his throat. His hands were starting to sweat, so he kept them tucked in his pocket. He remained the vision of control and confidence as he strolled along with the young woman.
He turned his head to the side as she spoke. “A title as much as it is a job.” He would assure her. He wasn’t called president for anything. If nothing else he had earned this. “I am not only a leader, but I am an inventor, innovator. I make sure that my company creates things that better the lives of everyone on my world.” He smirked, knowing well none on Planet’s soils could claim as much. Even his hounds would agree that without Shinra the world was like to return to the ages past before they had electricity.
His hand would slip from his pocket, slender digits coming up to rub at his chin as she explained the concept. It was an all too chilling memory reminiscent of what the Remnants were to Sephiroth. It was almost sickening how the fragment could yet find rest. “So they are manifestations of a heart’s darkness…” He would not deny that there were many strange occurrences in the universe, but such seemed almost out of a Fairy Tale with how beings would be birthed from such chaos. “Dark Nation?” He looked over to his hound, the beast fixating its gaze up at its owner. It made him chuckle. “I doubt she is darkness in any way, but she can be the bane of another’s existence were they fool enough to tempt her.”
Dark Nation had no idea what Rufus was saying, or maybe it did? The Tentacle Hound was attentive and intelligent. Bred by Shinra as soldiers, guard dogs, and companions they had a capacity above most fiends found on Planet. Dark Nation was a special Tentacle Hound and with the capacity to use magic its sentience would little be in doubt. Even so that bladed tail wagged as it seemed to be getting praise for something. It would let out a deep woof, snorting a bit as Namine approached. The beast had no issue accepting pets from the Nobody. In many ways Namine reminded the hound of Elena: someone that needed a bit more company than most!
All in all they were a curious pair along for a most curious ride! He moved to follow Namine as she dashed off ahead. Dark Nation kept pace with Rufus, having let out a commanding boof to keep its ward from falling behind. The executive rolled his eyes and pressed on, making his way up the stairs after her. His shoes audibly clicked against the metal platform as he pulled himself up. Coming to a stop at the top he turned his head to the side. There the windows gave a clear view of space. His blue eyes traced the ships coming in and out of transit: their shining hulls putting Planet’s meager clunker to shame. It had finally hit him. He was in space. He wasn’t on Planet. His right hand, unconsciously, moved up to his chest where a small pain manifested. He was far from home and he could feel it. He felt the pain crawl into his eye and than his head before he staggered forward, the weight of his disavowal from his medicines clutching onto that moment of anxiety that filled him with dread and doubt. He managed to catch himself against the banister, hand stubbornly gripping the rail as he glared down, bangs shadowing his eyes, fingers still clutching into his chest, digging against the cloth before finding purchase on the barricade of his sternum.
“...no, this is hardly daunting.” He thought to himself. “Shinra’s capacity to survive does not end on Planet.” he mused before his eyes drifted up to the depths of space. “We’ll conquer space as well. There’s always profit to be made. Planet would due to benefit from my progress…” After a moment he collected himself.
He brushed back his hair and straightened his suit jacket. Turning heel he would hasten his step after the pair. Dark Nation had waited… watching him pull through his panic attack. Rufus was silently grateful to his hound, patting its snout as he passed, just as Namine zipped into the room: a child aglow with fascination.
With food now on their minds the trio headed to the space station’s cafeteria. The blonde haired executive hated places like this. Crowded, noisy and full of obnoxious people who pushed, crowded and jumbled about like amorphous slimes fighting to get a piece of meat. Normally he would have his lunch in his room, or eat in the quiet solitude of a cafe. He has heard the horror stories from the others, particularly Reno. The red head seemed to always be getting into fights, but the company’s cafeteria seemed to be where the worst of it began with elbows jabbing into soft body bits and shoes getting stepped on. Rufus felt a tick in the back of his skull as he watched a few close calls amongst the lifeforms as they rooted and picked around for familiar foods, of which Rufus could find none that fit his usual picks.
Rufus was hardly a connoisseur of foods. If anything his rampant sweet tooth was the sort of thing to get him into immutable situations that were completely avoidable. He did to imbibe in sweets on an almost gluttonous level. His figure was a simple result of training and having no choice but to occasionally consume foodstuff for the sake of his own survival. Simply put Rufus searched for a bit of cake, if only to calm his nerves in a most tragic situation. While mostly solved he still had the issue of actually getting home from here. He was sure the navigation system on his ship had been fried and and star charts he had could not read any of the stars in this system. Finding some viscous mold, that he hoped to Planet, was gelatin: he would take a plate (or two) and some bright looking crinkles of what he hoped was plant matter, tossed about with round fruit looking bulbs. Collecting the plates he would walk to the end of the counter and using his newly gained, interchangeable credits, he would pay for his meal, as well as whatever Namine picked.
The executive managed to avoid rubbing elbows with anyone and made a straight path for an empty table. “So,” He took his spoon and prodded at the wobbly, pink, mold. “Why did that large individual, which I can only assume was security here, had you in a holding cell?” Had she perhaps stolen something? Looking over her form she didn’t seem to have much, if anything.
Of course the security guard in question hadn’t given up on the pair. He began to search the database for any information on the world that Rufus had recently registered in the systems. He was sure that human was a fraud. What was a human doing here anyway?! He wasn’t sure if they had any capability of flying so far into space yet, but if they did you were sure he would complain about it. He would finally find some useful information… While everything he did seemed to be by the book it looks like when he arrived in port… the girl had not been claimed.
“HA!” he slammed his fist on the console. “I knew they were lying! Send a team, I want them both brought in for questioning!” He demanded.
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Post by Naminé on Jan 3, 2020 20:12:52 GMT -5
Namine was in awe of the man as he explained what a president was. Her mouth made a little “o” shape and her eyes were big and bright as she listened. “That sounds amazing!” She exclaimed. “ Your people are really lucky to have such a person in their Midst. I wish I could be even half that useful to my… friends.” There was something in the way she paused and said “Friends that may have seemed off, the slightest inflection in the young girl’s voice. as if she wasn’t sure if that was the right word for them. They had always told her they were her friends, but she felt guilty about it form time to time wondering if she deserved to call them as such. However That moment passed and the young girl was once again back to her happy self, full of curiosity and wonder over the simplest things Namine Nodded to Rufus to show that he indeed understood the concept of what a Heartless was. However, a coin has two sides. She contemplated on explaining the creatures that complimented the Heartless, one such creator was standing b his side at that very moment. It was probably best not too. It was nice not to have someone fear or hate her for what she was. She would ease him into it if the right time every came, and part of her hoped it wouldn’t. As they finally make it to the cafeteria, the young girl completely unaware of that transpired moments ago behind her during Rufus’s Panic attack; The Memory Witch bounced, bobbed, and danced gracefully around the other food goers as she made her way closer to menus and displays for a better look at what they served. Some of the food she looked at with delight, even though she didn’t recognize any of it, other she gave a squeamish look too when it looked slimy or possibly still alive. There was one dish that looked like worms still wriggling around; and after a bird like alien order it…slurped it like spaghetti….she came to the conclusion that it had been indeed warms…….ewwww gross! Namine settled on something that looked like like a salad with chicken on it, and some bubbly beverage, It loped less foreign. She headed to the cash register where Rufus was awing for her. She was about to pull out her change purse, since she had some Munny with her, which looked like it was the universal currency and therefore accepted. However, The president had already paid for both his and her meals. She looked up at him a bit curious and blushed. She uttered a shy thank you and followed him to the table As she was about to set her try down, something caught her eyes that one of the vender was selling. How could she have missed it? It was the thing she was most keen on trying but it didn’t look like anyone there sold it. “I’ll be right back!” She said excitedly as she ran off towards the vendors once again. She came back moments later as Rufus was poking his gelatin. She stuck out one of her arms, and in her hand was an ocean blue popsicle. She had on in her other hand for herself too. She offered the other to Rufus. “ Sea salt Ice Cream. “She said with a gentle smile. “ I heard it was really good, Both salty and sweet. I never got to try one yet, but apparently you’re supposed to eat them with your friends.” Her smile never faltered and her eyes were as bright as the ice cream. “Consider it a thank you.”Namine sat down across from the executive, She took a compel of bites of her salad (bravely, for it was still foreign and tasted bit more different then a regular chicken salad. And, of course, she nibbled on her ice cream. The salad was alright, over all, Her sea salt ice cream was everything she dreamed it would be and more. Her face seemed to light up as she chewed the salty-sweet frozen treat. She looked up at the the man to see how he was doing, and some inspiration suddenly hit her. Like a true artist she set down her fork and her ice cream. Her hands were turned palm up in front of her. There was a flash of light and a sketchbook appeared out of nowhere. She placed it down and moved her salad off to the side a bit more. Her fingers on her right hand started to twirl as though there was a baton being shifted between them, then just like the sketchbook, a colored pencil appeared. As it made its way around her fingers, the pencil kept changing different colors; Red, blue, green, purple, and finally it settled on yellow. The young girl began to draw in her sketchbook and , from time to time, absentmindedly would take bits of food as she worked. As she drew her pencil would change colors to the color she wanted it. She paid no attention to the onlookers who had witnessed the sudden appearance of the book and pencil. This was simply the norm fore her. It didn’t really register that it may come as a surprise to other people who have never seen such a thing. Even if she did noticed the other people gasp or giver her looks, it didn’t bother. Being the weird witch girl wasn’t new to her. She didn’t look up until her companion asked her how she ended up getting arrested. Her eyes downcast to her drawing, and she shook her head. “I really don’t know what I did. I think it was all a misunderstanding, but the security guy wouldn’t even let me speak.” She said as she tried to remember exactly what she may have done. “From what he said when he was uncuffing me, and place me in you charge, It sounded like maybe I materialized into somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be.” She held her hand up in front of her and looked at it as if she was confused by it. “My corridors between worlds are acting up.” Namine tried to explain, conveniently leaving out that the corridors were called the corridors of Darkness. The hand that she was looking at reached out to her side, and touched the air as though she was reaching out to dip her finger into something. Nothing happened again. Namine frowned. The young artist began to draw again but still spoke to the man across from her. “ I tried it three times before I ended up here. All three times failed. It wasn’t until I tripped that it decided to open up. I must have gotten knocked out when I fell through…I can’t remember anything after that except waking up in the cell with the big whale guy yelling at me.” How Ironic that the memory witch couldn’t remember. The thought wasn’t lost on her, but there seemed to be a lot she couldn’t remember lately, or at the very least her memory seemed to be lacking details. Namine sighed. “ I tried again when i was in the, right before I met you, and it still failed. As She drew her eyes drifted to Dark Nation, “ Shouldn’t you Dog also ear something?” She said as she wondered what the Hell Hound ate. The creature looked like it might be a carnivore. She was more than willing to share her chic hen and even some of her ice cream with it if the beast’s Master would allow it. “ May I please give her some chicken?” Namine looked down at the strips on her green leaves. “Or….at least I think it is chicken…It is kind of gamey….does this look like chicken to you?” She asked lightheartedly and rather comically. Namine sat there happily drawing, eating, and talking with Rufus. She was unaware of the danger that the captain was now on to them, or that if she would have gone a little deeper in her sketchbook, few links of memory were indeed tied to this world as well as Rufus himself. Rufus Shinra |
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Jan 14, 2020 10:16:40 GMT -5
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Rufus had seated himself at a table that put his back to the wall. While this place was inspiring: it was still a tin of metal floating in space with bodies flowing in and out of it. There was no telling who was friend or foe at a glance as everyone seemed to have their own agenda. Rufus did as well, but he trusted himself. Dark Nation moved to sit under the table at his feet. The hound was not gigantic in any sense, but it took a considerable amount of foot space beneath the designated structure. He laid out his plates and even managed to get a pouch which looked to have a liquid pressed into it. It took a moment of feeling around the package before he found a thinner potion that he was able to pierce it with the accompanying straw. His blue eyes drifted around the station as the low hum of conversation struck him with a sense of familiarity. It was no different than the cafeteria at the old Headquarters. It brought back memories. A scent filling his lungs as he recalled the late hours in the building and walking among the workers when he was young. He would trace the halls at his father's side, the man always flexing his presence even as his employees ate. He remembered looking around. Even though they all ate at the same table, the same food and in the same building he was struck by how utterly separated everyone was. Executives sat at tables closer to the coolers and seemed to have better maintained tables. The Turks occupied the back of the cafeteria with their shaded spot that no man was allowed to beholden, eyes turning to the ground whenever they passed. What struck him most was that even those in middling positions like Tuesti and Palmer sat apart from Heidegger and his father. He hated it. When he was under house arrest he had made sure to eat with the help, or even with Dark Nation at the table. He regularly insisted Tseng or Elena, to her embarrassment, eat with him at his table, talk, engage. While there was a sense of power in the divisions of hierarchy there was also an unmistakable emptiness that proved worthless were one to insist on capitalizing it. What was the point of power if you could not entrench yourself amongst the masses you rule? What was the point of having the authority to sit on a throne with none across you to admire it? No he was not only privy to his power and his position. Rufus was also a person. To forget how to speak to others is to be unable to control them, to lead them. It was the kind of corruption that consumed his father and eventually crucified him. His gaze turned to the young woman. “ Luck has nothing to do with where I sit . . . “ He drifted from his thoughts and back into the conversation with Namine. “If you want to be of use to others than you must act upon your strengths.” He asserted. “ You did not just happen upon this place on a whim. While perhaps without a purpose, or against the designs of your own will —” He despised being at the mercy of the fallacy that was man-made divinity. “ You are still here. To have gotten here you must have had some kind of power. Be it the ability to persuade someone or reading a person as if they were a book.” The man pierced bright, crinkly foodstuff, which he could only hope was a kind of vegetation, with his utensil and moved to bring it up to his mouth where he paused. Sapphire eyes drifted up to the girl. His pale face was framed by his blonde bangs and drew a youthful visage around his aged figure. He was aged — by sickness, by his duty . . . “ You have friends and that is more advantageous than having enemies.” He knew this well. He would eat at a leisurely pace, the young woman getting up from their chosen seat. He did not find the collection of food unpalatable, but it was strange. The flavors were familiar, like not as vibrant as they would fresh, and the textures were questionable. It seemed the concept of alright cafeteria food was a universal one. It made him homesick, but not in the sense that one felt after being away from their home for too long. He was not sure how far he traveled or how long he had been away. No this was the pain of a man who’s connection to their Lifestream was waning thin. His chest tightened as his awareness of the distance came to a head on more. Crystal-colored eyes drifted down as his pupils dilated. Sweat began to form on his brows. Poking their head out from beneath the table Dark Nation would emit a deep woof that caused him to raise his head: either through the beast's attempt to communicate a shift in the air to Rufus or his own paranoia getting the better of him. After all he was in the belly of space with a slim chance of finding his way back home. It was a world of uncertainty. When Namine returned Rufus set down his utensil and granted his full attention, the gelatin not as appetizing as it had first been when he collected it. “ Sea salt — ice cream?” He had never thought to add sea salt to ice cream, but he was a man of culture and would try anything at least once. Her words caused his brows to knit. Friends were they? He grunted, scoffing softly at the idea. “ So — another friend, is it? I accept this thanks.” He held the treat just under his nose, taking in its scent. It reminded him of the sea. Not a wholly palatable memory, seeing as his house arrest had been on Costa del Sol for many years over, but it was not a horrible one either. Taking a bite he was quickly filled with a churning feeling of delight as the chilly snap of the ice cream was contrasted by the soft texture, much like ice cream should be, but unexpected in the popsicle shape it maintained. “ It is — a memory.” He noted about the flavour. A memory he would rather escape because he knew that his time spent as a wayward son, locked away due to his willfulness what were allowed him to take over the company when he did, or else he would have suffered the same fate as his father. It was a miracle he thanked the Planet for every day, until his capture in the aftermath of Meteorfall. It was a shameful time full of weakness he would never wish to be reminded of, yet here it was. The vivid memories of pain, being caged and used as a bargaining chip. If not for the Turks loyalty he was sure he would have suffered a fate worse than death . . . When he returned his gaze to the girl she had suddenly obtained a book and pencil. He glanced to the side as he was sure he had not seen a bag anywhere on her person. He raised his head at the mention of corridors. Did she get here in some other manner? He dumbly nodded at her question. Dark Nation ate when she was hungry, but it was not easy to simply get her to eat as the beast felt themselves on duty when Rufus was out and about in a public setting. Much like his other ‘dogs’ they took their duty deadly seriously and eating was never a priority. He looked to her meal, thin brows furrowing as the thought kept gnawing at the back of his mind. He tapped his finger against the table in thought. He had no issue with it but Dark Nation accepting the treat was a whole other matter. They seemed to tolerate Namine. It reminded him a great deal of Elena. “ What do you mean? Did you somehow get here with magic —?” But before his question could be further detailed Dark Nation crawled from under the table. The hound was at attention: her back straight, bladed tail up and eyes focused in the distance as a deep ‘ boof’ rumbled from the monster-dog’s chest. “ They’re coming.” He would state as he could see that large fish-like fellow and two members of his security team at the cafeteria’s entrance. “ What do you say we finish our meal on the veranda?” He moved to stand. There was a balcony that led to a more open view of Deep Space and it had a sea of other beings they could get lost in. Rufus would wipe his mouth before pushing to stand. In his white suit he stood out, but among the many they could become one. Dark Nation moved to stand by the man's side as he gave Namime a moment to spot the trouble and get moving. The security team has spotting them and decided to split up in an attempt to pincer them while the captain marches down the center path. Rufus gave no eye contact, but a slight curl at the edge of his lip gave hint to the thoughts at hand. He was better and skater, if the fish wished to challenge the executive he could, but this sort of game Rufus excelled at. The man led the young woman towards the crowds which has gathered to observe Deep Space. Here they could get a view of the entire station. Here they could evade the Captain and his goons. " Stop them!" The Captain called to his men as Rufus attempted his escape with the memory witch. If they were able to make it to the end of the platform one would be among tourists and families who had come out all this way, and like had further journeys ahead of them, would come to stop and appreciate the beauty that was Deep Space. For many if was their first time and for others it may have been it's hundredth visit and it was still amazing. This was what Rufus wanted the maintain when he returned to Planet: this pure appreciation. He raised his arm, pulling back his white sleeve as he checked his watch. "I am meeting someone to purchase my old ship, so I can get a new one. Our meeting is in ten minutes." He glanced to Namine. " It shouldn't be difficult to lose the security officers. They seem wholly incompetent compared to a trained hound." He looked to Dark Nation who was staring off down a clear path through the sea of tourists and visitors. The black-furred beast was like to lead the pair through the crowd, surfing them like a ship through the stars. ▲ 1822 ● Naminé ● I could shoot them, but where's the fun in that? |
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Post by Naminé on Jan 26, 2020 19:09:27 GMT -5
The thing about Namine’s strengths was that they could be devastating. She had said once that she didn’t know why she had the powers she did, or even if there was a right way to use them. Namine listened and she didn’t deny that she had power. She just often tried to hide it because it was so often abused by those who had knowledge of it. However, the thought that maybe she was here because her powers wanted her to be was intriguing and some what terrifying since it was the corridors of darkness that sent her here. If it was to be true that her powers were responsible, then what did they want with this place? Was it the darkness that wanted her to be here, or a combination of her powers working together unbeknownst to her. Could the reason be the very individual before her? Rufus didn’t seem to realize he had hit the nail on the head. Namine eyed him curiously. Did this man know more then he let on about her. She had the power to persuade alright, and to do so against ones will, as the Organization and DiZ so kindly demonstrated in the past. And to some extent she had the power to read most people like an open book, their memories at least. Namine looked up and studied the man’s face trying to find out if their was meeting was a coincidence or if he knew exactly what he was talking too. Her blue eyes bore into his attempting to pierce his very memories. His face was young but the person that laid behind those eyes was pale, ill looking, and tired. She had seen She had seen very embodiment in another’s eyes, Riku. During that time they had spent tirelessly trying to pull Sora back together. His body was racked with darkness and trying to keep a handle on it, along with guilt and obsessively missing his friends that he longed to be reunited with. Eventually the young man covered his eyes with a blindfold because his eyes spoke more truth without words then his mouth could. Namine continued to draw as he tasted the ice cream. He seemed to enjoy it. His comment about it along with the scratching of her pencil, and the soft crunch of the ice cream seemed to put the girl in a trance. Everything around her went dark and she was looking at a stain glass window that held the man’s image. The circles on the window near Rufus’s head all had images of people in it, but she couldn’t make them out at the moment. The chattering in the cafeteria along with the smells mingled around her and merged with more sounds. “The smell of salty air, and crashing waves on the sands. It mixes with the sounds of laughter from people and children playing in the mass blue waters. Music can faintly be heard from a bar not to far.” As she spoke, her pencil kept moving, almost keeping time with her words. Her eyes were clouded and out of focus, seeing something that no one else could. “Sound of blasts and screaming. Something falling from the sky.” The faces on the window that she could see where becoming clearer as she spoke. A Red head man, a blond girl, a black haired man, and a bald main wearing shades. Who were they? She wondered. But, there were two more faces she couldn’t make out. She focused on them. “Something green and blue swirling around a big round object. It is both alive and dead. It is fighting.” The other two faces became clear. A Man with sunken features, both handsome and deranged. He had long silver hair. He also kind of rang a bell. Namine felt fear and overwhelmed looking at him, but also pain and confusion. The other person had blonde really spike hair and eyes that almost glow in the dark just like the silvered hair man he was pictured next too. Namine knew him! “clo…” Her eyes were forced back into focus at the sudden movement of the Hell Hound and its bark. Wait…had the man said something to her before now, something about magic? She must have skimmed the surface of his memories and on connection lead to another. She had started to fall deeper and deeper into the man’s memories. Luckily she pulled herself out before falling to deep and she also made a connection, or so it seemed. She didn’t get to finish her sentence from earlier with the other man’s name since the Hell hounds alertness drove it temporally out of her mind. She could sense trouble on the horizon before the man stated it. The Darkness around this place trembled, and you could always count on the darkness to recognize trouble for it because more potent in its excitement. Namine had already placed her colored pencil behind her ear, closed her sketchbook, and stood up by the time Rufus asked his question. She nodded at him and allowed him to steer her through the crowd. She had no intentions on going back into that cell and hoping someone else would rescue her, or hope her corridors would start working again.
“Are you sure your buyer won’t turn us in?” Namine confessed a fear she had. “This could end up playing into their hands.” She thought of the Organization and of Pete. Some members in the Org 13 were incompetent too but when allowed to use force to their content, even the incompetent could be deadly. Namine followed Dark and Rufus at their pace. She was determined to lose the big stupid head…. ”wait, big stupid head? Why did that sound familiar.” The Memory Witch thought to herself. She knew she wanted to buy them more time to see if Rufus wanted to go straight for the buyer or not. However, she wasn’t sure it was going to work, since her Corridors seemed to be failing her at the moment. There was one way to find out. As the small group tried to disappear in the among the crowd, Namine snapped her fingers. To her surprise 4 Dusks appeared beside her as she briskly walked. “Looks like getting into the place is easy, and it getting out by corridors that isn’t.” She concluded and then turned to her dusks that came to her call. “Distract only. Leave their hearts.” The Dusks took off in different directions on her order. Each going for security. In just moments there was a ruckus as One of the Dusks lifted a tray of food and flung it right at the face of the Gantu. The others were ready to head off anyone else that tried to go after their summoner.
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Feb 22, 2020 12:37:32 GMT -5
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He would never understand the fiber intricacies of the power struggle. It was never something he had interest in. He has known of his father's queer visitations to the Honey Bee Inn, rumors of his lascivious desires were complicated, twisted and, in a way, a testimony to just how lonely it was at the top. His seat of power was laid by a carpet of thorn covered roses and his seat dotted by pins and needles. He could never find comfort in them, but kept them nevertheless. This society, outside of the reach of Planet's borders was, what Shinra could be: a well oiled machine with the people working perfectly into its slots, like a jigsaw puzzle. It amazes him and, frankly how they can so easily structure their business do anyone from any world could engage with instantly was something to admire. It created an undeniable prosperity and an absolute clarity in just who was in charge. But there was the case of these hounds. They were always a troublesome lot. Maybe they saw him as a threat, or the girl.
All around them the station would constantly move. Though, just like his ship, you could hear the clang and hum of the station’s systems: the soft murmur of people drew the haunting cadence toward the background. It was not as overwhelming when there were others around. The loneliness was what had been starting to drive him mad. The fact that people did not belong in space. That space was meant to be filled. The lifelessness was no different from the darkness before death. It was utterly isolating. In many ways reminded him of the days that the headquarters of Shinra were full of innovative, hard working people. After Meteorfall it had changed. They stopped trusting the company and wished it dead. But in space there were none that could hear you scream so Rufus would elect to laugh in their faces and rebuild his Empire in his image for his Planet. It would never go back to what it was. His father’s legacy is no more.
While he had done nothing wrong since arriving he still had something to lose in this game that Fate seemed keen on playing with him. That security officer was becoming a variable in all the calculated actions the executive put into getting himself a new ship, but Rufus was still out of his element and sat at a clear disadvantage: for here he did not know the rules of the game and had only been casually scrolling the data logs. So far from Planet he was not even sure what would happen were he to die out here or how Materia worked outside of her sphere. Still he kept the stones slotted into his weapons just in case. The material was only used for sure situations as their use drained Planet. He had his gun tucked away beneath his jacket, on his holster and there was always Dark Nation. The hound trotted beside Namine in a manner akin to how they lorded over Elena. It was perhaps why he felt at ease around the young girl. There was a certain resemblance to be seen. But in that Elena was also a Turk. It was not a position gained easily. Elena was dangerous. She was a weapon.
Something about Namine stood out to Rufus. It wasn't clear what it was, but he could say it was the same sort of brilliance he saw in Reno, or Elena. It was the unshaped potential that radiated off a masterwork tool yet to find a master. They were strange, but nevertheless they needed to get to his new ship and make their way off this hub. He would not have the local security force get in his way. He needed a terminal. He had an idea to rattle those officers of the law. When the Dusk spawned the executive turned his head over and blinked, surprised to see these creatures active in such a place, but he has been seeing them with ever present frequency and, simply because he did not know better: had come to assume they showed up to interfere with his plans. They always seemed to show up just when he was coming closer to his goal. So long as these critters did not interfere with them it was a lucky break, a distraction.
Rufus looked down to Namine and moved to grab her hand. “Quickly.” He stated before moving to try and pull her through the crowd towards the center pillar where individuals gathered to use public terminals. Dark Nation hurried beside Rufus. “Here.” he began to type on the machine, slow at first, until it was able to adjust to his language. It didn’t take long for it to conform to his world’s writing system, which luckily for him was a bit more common than that of other worlds he has visited before. “You came with me from Planet.” He stated as he typed. “Since they believe you my daughter . . . . Namine Shinra has a very noble ring to it. I always was fond of the idea of traveling to other worlds, but much unlike my father I wanted to lead people, not control resources.” He furiously typed, keeping an eye on the time. He had figured out the numbering pattern by now, his mind working to determine if they would have enough time. The man would manage to get into the databases, filling out everything required of him. He was starting to see that this place loved rules and bureaucracy as much as Shinra did so it was to Rufus’ advantage that he was raised as the heir to a multi-million gil company that supplied power to the entire world. They were kings to their land and he their ever terraforming god. He would stop typing. After a moment the computer would ping and print something on the side of the machine for Rufus. He looked to Namine as he grinned. “Alright let us hurry to the consulate here.” The paper was their pass on getting identification that would grant them unquestionable diplomatic immunity. The consulate was across the pavilion, but they had to charm the receptionist into hurrying. They looked to be a large aquatic like being inside of a tank which they did all their work from. It wouldn’t tank Gantu and his lackeys long to blow past a few Dusk. They do have experience handling Heartless!▲ 1076 ● Naminé ● Let's talk money |
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Post by Naminé on Mar 22, 2020 20:33:40 GMT -5
Namine allowed herself to be steered through the facility by the hand. She ran to keep up with Rufus and his Hound. Moving as quickly as she could without getting separated from them. This world was a place she was completely unfamiliar with, but at least it seemed like the president had a better grasp of the layout. Every so often she looked over her shoulder to see what became of the task force that was pursuing them. Her nobody’s we're commanded to just keep them at Bay to give them a little more time. Nothing more than a distraction. She felt a little bit better knowing that they were on the job to put some distance between them and their pursuers. Even more so, that she could call the Dusk’s back to her side if need be. When they came upon the terminal, namine was amazed at how quickly Rufus got the hang of the technology. Her experience with anyone around computers was with Roxas and Sora. Their method was take their keyblades out and just whack it until it worked for them, or stop working in roxas’s case. The computer geniuses have always been Ansem, Cid, Squall, and Pence, but even she doubted if they could have picked up on this as quickly as the man in front of her had. She turned her back on him and the terminal so she could keep a lookout and warn of any possible sites of the authorities. She still listen intently to what the man was telling her as her blue eyes scanned the crowd for any unwanted visitors. “My name is Namine Shinra, daughter of President Rufus Shinra of the world the planet. We were traveling on a diplomatic mission when our ship got damaged in a solar storm. We managed to make it to the Base looking to repair our ship. But, upon arrival I managed to get swept away among the crowd and got separated. When I tried to teleport back I found that the ability didn’t seem to work properly and accidentally ended up in an unknown area.” Namine recited this with the information that he had just given her couples with her situation. All in all it was very convincing for her hearing most of the information for the first time. Then again, she did play the part of a ghostly Spirit haunting a mansion in order to keep unwanted visitors away, once upon a time. So playing the daughter of a president to a company sounded a little bit more easier than playing a specter. “Probably be best if I also knew the name of your company, but other than that, Sound right?”
As the printer was printing what Rufus needed namine turned back around too faced him. “a fondness to see other worlds isn’t a crime. If it wasn't for three other people wanting to do the very same thing, I wouldn't exist.” the man's words had namine thinking about maleficent for some reason. It kind of took her aback. She normally didn't think about the dark Fae. But the concept of wanting to see of the worlds for either leading people or controlling resources seemed to remind her of the Mistress of evil. She kind of wondered what she was now going through other worlds for. Was it to lead people as Rufus, control resources that she did not have in the Moors, or was it to control people…. Or perhaps there was something more. The memory witch did not know nor did it matter at this time. She shook her head slightly to rid herself of those thoughts and to focus back in on the here and now. Namine nodded her head in agreement when Rufus said to let’s hurry. “lead the way.” she would follow him to the receptionist and take her cue from him. Rufus Shinra |
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