Post by Rufus Shinra on May 8, 2020 2:36:54 GMT -5
|Sorry? Why, I've never had this much fun.|
They were different, that was to be sure. They were as dappled in differences as a field of roses. Some had strong bodies, massive frames. Others were fast and clever, and then there were those who were slow, but adaptive. He watched as everyone progressed through the space station and how they spoke or handled the regulations in place. Some became angry quite easily, while others had the patience to march forward with their task. It was impressive how varied the life at ports were. They were no different than the ones on Planet, or probably anywhere. What was different was them. Each one of them was a fantastical creature blessed by their world. Untouched by the sins of their ancestors. Long forgotten in their advancements was the darkness that they once were. It was a humbling sensation. They were as strong as they needed to be. These others were powerful and would drive them to extinction were it not for their rules. If not for law. But what of those who did not follow the law?
The security officer was angry. He was big and fast. But he was good. He was on the side of law, as far as Rufus could see. Their eyes had no malformations like the SOLDIERs on Planet. They were not mutants, nor were they monsters. They were products of something greater. They were impossibly powerful by their own right and this could be felt in every step they took after them. The creatures born of shadow did little to inhibit their progress because they were either slain or dodged in order to keep apace with the witch and executive. Rufus was beginning to understand how different lifeforms of every origin can be. Heartless, people of this station, the individuals he knew on Planet from the members of the Turks to SOILDERs and even Avalanche. He was not strong and he knew this, but he was smart, clever and he would not allow the darker forces that existed in this universe to consume his world.
They had arrived at the consulate without much trouble, even managing to slip away from Gantu and company for a moment. Rufus took his cellphone from his pocket as he worked between the device and information card he had received upon arriving. He was trying to download all he could with his phone, but getting it to work with the systems here was proving difficult. The man was impressed Namine was able to discern the information with little prompting. Had he been her father he would have been proud. Raising his head he turned his blue eyes towards her as Dark Nation came to a stop, pricking up their cropped ears. Their bladed tail wiggled before they would shadow up towards Rufus’ right as his hand came down over the beast’s head. He looked to her as he offered her the printed card. He had figured out how to get his system working with the station’s. Thanks to the woman earlier into this venture he could understand that everything worked under a similar idea, they just had a different progress of steps to reach it. Regulations to maintain the status quo.
He looked down to her, blue eyes seeming to glow softly under the lighting of the console’s screen. It looked to be an identification card. It had Shinra’s logo on it and, on the back, an image of Namine that he had managed to take whilst they were eating. “In this way, there is no doubt.” On the bottom, written in clear print: Naminé Shinra. The back had a barcode. “It is not a high clearance, but it will get you into the Headquarter’s first floors. Perhaps when we get back to Planet I will see it increased.” Doing such things on a portable device was a security risk.
He would finally approach the desk and speak with the one in charge. They were some sort of individual with a long stalk where an eye sat at the end. It leaned down to observe them as they spoke. It had no audible language that Rufus could understand: strange undulations and pops that would eventually be understood. Rufus nodded and looked to the clock. It was unfortunate. It seemed the consulate was not yet open so they would be unable to properly speak to the head of Earth Relations, which is who they called to heed any problems with races that appeared in structure like Rufus and Namine. No one was ever sure where he was, actually. As they spoke Rufus would take note of a single-eyed individual in a uniform, adjusting what was obviously a wig as they posed on a nearby reflective surface. As he was noticed the fellow hurried away. Wig and all with their tentacle like feet plodding along.
‘There they are!’ The security officer shouted. Rufus looked back over his shoulder, moving a hand to attempt and lay on the small of Namine’s back.
“Let’s go. Thank you for the information.” Rufus would turn the corner, looking up towards the signs, all written in the strange language, but it was symbolized well enough that he could get the gist of their direction.
Soon they would arrive at the hangers where Rufus’ derelict ship was being repaired. They were still being followed, but now there were crowds they could surf as the hanger and repair station had the heaviest foot, hoof and tentacle traffic of the cafeteria and departure/arrival docks being next. They needed to check the ship, but avoid the brute and his men. Little did the pair know that Rufus’ ship was unfixable. The damage done, the time spent floating in space -- and he could not afford a whole new ship with what little credits he was able to accrue from his accounts. They were about to be upstream without any paddles, or ships.
0986 ● Naminé ● Survival is only a matter of chance.
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