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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2018 17:19:01 GMT -5
[attr="class","parm"] [attr="class","parmimg"] [attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] This world was a lot more like his own. The cars were much older builds than those they were driving in Insomnia and in the other parts of Eos, but it was more advanced than most of the worlds he had seen till now outside of his home. There was something in the air in this city, though... something had happened here and left most part of the city in ruins. Ravus didn't know what it was but in the moment he had other things to worry about. His magitec-arm was malfunctioning. Usually, the technicians in Niflheim had always checked it up for any difficulties with it's inner parts, but now that Niflheim was his enemy.. there was not much he could do and no one he could ask for there anymore to fix any problems with it. This object was keeping him alive and any technical errors could cost him his life. Someone had told him that there was very intelligent people here that knew their way with technology. Maybe they could help him with this and the help.. it was really needed right now. He moved through the streets, a cloak covering his body and armor right now to keep the peoples eyes off him. He didn't want any attention from the street on him. The royal held his magitec-arm with his human hand under the cloak, keeping it as still as possible. Some wires must have loosened in one of the fights he had and the ex-commander didn't want it to get any worse right now. He stopped in front of a house in the business-district, looking up and taking in his surroundings. This was the place... he just hoped these people would really help him and not do anything else to make it worse. Ravus was not sure if he could trust any technicians that are not from Niflheim, but this was his only option right now. Carefully, he opened the door with his shoulder, stepping inside, his heterochromic eyes scanning the room. “Is someone here?”, he asked, choosing a louder tone in hopes to catch someones attention. “I have been told that I can get help here when it comes to technology...”
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Feb 24, 2018 15:57:03 GMT -5
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Edge was a haven. For those that called it home: it was a new start free from the crippling dependence on Makou energy, but it was not easy. Makou energy had been in every facet of their lives, right down to food production and fuel for their cars. What cars that were left in use were older models designed with electric motors. Many of the older models that still carried the makou cells that powered them were abandoned on highways and in alleys across the dilapidated ruins of the Plate City. Though much of the lifestream had returned to the Planet those vehicles continued to serve as points of danger, often mutating the local wildlife who now sought to inhabit the ruins in the absence of people. Scavengers hired to collect what metal, machine parts, even any wood they could often came into contact with the toxic remnants, returning to Edge with burns and boils attributed to the radiation. While the Lifestream was no longer angry there was no telling when the Makou would finally dissipate and make the lands of Midgar and the surrounding mountains -- grow again. The city’s grey tint was the leftover pollution of Midgar that had stained the lands and made rain but a barren memory. The Midgar mountains loomed over the city of death with naught to provide but a haunting reminder that they would always be overshadowed by their failures… Midgar forever asleep, yet always a reminder. Steel structures house but half of the remaining population, the tell, sky scraping buildings built to house as many persons in a limited an area as possible. There was constant construction. The infrastructure was but a hand-me-down of what was once a glorious testament to the Shinra name. Edge was her shining glory now. The company, but a fraction of its former self, changed with the world. No longer did they promote Makou energy. The innovation Shinra had once been, they would be so again. Everyday new technologies were churned out to replace the obsolete monoliths that still littered Planet. Inoperational the Makou reactors were heavily guarded by Death Machines and soldiers, which left the number of guards at the new HQ centered in Edge’s business district was relatively lacking in security beyond its buggy automated systems which were at the whim of the rolling power outages. One of which they were having in the grid today! When the young man entered the foyer of the building he would find the red, emergency lights on. At the desk was a young secretary, her head lower as she seemed to be hiding from the man standing in front of her desk. The man in question was practically looming over the young woman with his body language. He was leaned against the front desk with his left elbow rest on the surface. He wore a pristine, white suit that was unbuttoned. The black vest beneath was pinstriped and untucked from his pants. While io looked a bit sloppy his composure gave the appearance of a rugged look one expected from a hitman or a high powered executive. His blonde hair was slicked back, collar popped to allow for as much air as possible in the forsaken heat that came with a stuffy building and no air conditioning. Sitting beside the man was a massive, black hound akin to a Sabertusk from Leide, but black in coloration and a long tentacle protruding from a point at the base of its neck where shoulders met his spine, making the beast stand apart from the voracious beasts of Leide. The feral looking Guard Hound snapped its gaze to Ravus, the man’s hand coming down to touch atop the beast’s head with a gentleness that did naught to match if ferocious look. Rufus turned his blue eyes to meet Ravus. “ If it is technology you’re looking for help in… you’ve come to the right place. This is Shinra Headquarters. Hardly impressive given the current state of things, but there is no other who can innovate in the way of technology.” Once the words fell from the man’s mouth it was clear this man meant business. “ Rufus Shinra, president.” Of the world? Of Shinra? Well -- why not both? Everything in this world existed with technology that stemmed from a Shinra creation. Windmills, Hydroelectric plants, cars, submarines… everything was owned by them. In that moment it was like being touched by an Angel for as Rufus approached the generators hummed back to life as their power was restored. The lights flickered on revealing the conceited man in all his glory. Rufus Shinra, president of the Shinra Power & Electric Company. ▲
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[attr="class","parm"] [attr="class","parmimg"] [attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] Ravus did not see a power out coming when he entered this house, so he was even more suprised to see someone standing at the desk casually with all the alarms happening, a hound straight from hell next to him. The creature and Ravus locked eyes for a moment, the tension rising, only to be pressed down again by the man petting his dog like it was a normal one, turning to face Ravus to answer his questions. A strange air clung in the building as Ravus watched the man move and talk, saying he was the president. President.. of this organization? He couldn't be the owner of this city, could he? Ravus watched the man's eyes and suddenly he had a this sinking feeling of uneasiness setting on him the longer they exchanged eye contact with each other. Maybe it was a mistake of coming here.. He took in a deep breath, calming his racing heart when he closed his eyes for a moment to gather himself, before he would look at the man again. “Mister Shinra... I am Ravus nox Fleuret. I have been told that your company is able to take care of rather difficult mechanical work.”His heterochromic eyes fell on the girl behind the desk for a moment and than back to the man in white, his hand moving up to uncover his metallic arm to the other, His fingers curling back around it to keep it steady now that it was able to be seen by the man. “I don't know if you have any knowledge about magitec-weaponry or anything related to it. This arm needs to be repaired, but this ain't no normal fixing job.”Ravus shook his head a little, waiting for the man to come closer and examine the magitec-arm. “Nay..It's.. connected to my head. If it stops sending electricity, my body will...”He didn't want to finish this sentence however, giving the man a rather serious look. “Have you ever worked with something as difficult as this before?”
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Mar 2, 2018 16:09:37 GMT -5
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While Midgar had its share of problems as a big city: crime, supplying power for the masses and, worse of all: shelter. Edge was no stranger to these complications despite its population being a quarter of what Midgar’s was. But with the world in the state that it was, there wasn’t much left in terms of wealth and very little in the way of food, despite there now being a surplus of shelter leaving many of the new buildings the WRO and Shinra constructed empty husks of dreams. Signs at the sites spoke of shopping centers and power plants devoid of the makou that had been the doom of the world. The worst crimes one would find across the newborn city, beneath the ashes of the old, was theft of resources such as medicines and food. The disruption of the economy structured around Makou energy and luxuries dependent on this resource made it difficult to transport goods from farmlands throughout the plains of Kalm and across the Junon Mountains. This created a vacuum in the markets often providing black market suppliers with a means to sell their snake oils. This, though, created its own set of problems difficult to resolve. This left the ones in power with two choices… increase supply and handle the criminal element separately, or deal with them more proactively… This meant they had to return to research and development of arms and weapons. Convoys carrying provisions from the farms and across the mountain paths would be protected with armed WRO soldiers and soldiers still in service of Shinra companies who still owned many of these chains of farm and refineries that produced the medicines needed post-Meteorfall. Shinra’s past notwithstanding when people needed food and other supplies they easily regard the company for its security. So was it a surprise to Rufus that Ravus heard of them through word of mouth? No -- it was precisely what he was counting on as Rufus decided to deal with the problems in a more proactive manner and arm the two private defense companies to the teeth with advanced arms procured from the old technology that once armed DEEPGROUND soldiers. While Ravus offered his greeting the executive crossed his arms over his chest, letting his hand touch to his cheek. The hellhound at Rufus’ feet looked up, its sharp, cropped ears pricked forward, constantly on alert. The sheaths that sat against the sides of its jowls hid a set of serrated teeth unsuited for holding pray. For that is what the tentacle was for. It paralyzes its prey and drained energy. Little did a Guard Hound need another means to bite the hand that starves it so that it was more vicious in battle. But Dark Nation was well cared for and though the exposed rib cage was a design of the beast it was the eyes one needed to look upon. It was a perfect killing machine, one that was sate. When Ravus looked to the woman she dropped her gaze, seeming nervous, as if Rufus’ presence was unnerving. And as it should be. She had just given him some rather contentious news that would disrupt a lesser man’s week! Though Rufus’ calm smile was also something to take heed of. Rufus leaned forward as Rufus presented his mechanical limb. Dark Nation stood to its paws letting out a deep boofing sound, growling somewhat. The man took steps forward until he reached Ravus, or until the young man stepped back. It wouldn’t settle an individual for as Rufus moved so did his shadow. Dark Nation circled behind its owner, keeping its eye on Ravus. Something about the man did not sit with the beast. Perhaps Ravus was aware… or oblivious. In any state Rufus would examine the arm. It was not too different from the prosthetic technology Shinra developed, but something about this was different. Its mechanisms were more tightly coiled around copper pipes rather than wire... Ravus explained the complication of the device. He was not surprised. For these types of artificial limbs to work that had to have some connection to the brain. The neural processing maps varied from limb to limb and what they were used for. The majority of prosthetics Shinra manufactured were weapons and those came with a certain level of detail. So if it stopped sending signal to his brain -- it stopped? What a flaw, but he could work around it. Bur first… “ This sort of work isn’t cheap.” He noted as he turned his back to Ravus and stepped back toward his desk, Dark Nation staring Ravus down before the beast turned and seated itself back beside the blond. “ We aren’t a charity, but a business and we have a certain reputation to uphold.” It wasn’t as if Shinra, as they were now, could live off the kindness of other. “ Aside the usual agreements, limits and general financing… there is the matter of how you will be using this arm that Shinra will be supplying you. Now you could go to some black market dealer who won’t as questions but I am sure you want someone with considerable skill handling something so -- delicate and more legalities.” Though Shinra was far from bound by the ethics of law, it was as Rufus said. They had a reputation to uphold. After becoming a pillar of strength in the community post-Meteorfall they had to continue on this path of redemption if they ever hoped to secure themselves in the heart of the people and their pockets. There was no ruling a world if you couldn’t rule them. You had to be in every facet of their lives from their everyday tools to their luxuries and owning a weapon these days was certainly a luxury. Much of the military grade firearms that remain post-fall and Materia were under strict control of the WRO branch and supplied to them exclusively by Shinra R&D. “ The short answer, yes I have worked with these sort of machines. In fact I have been working with R&D developing a new type of prosthetic. Lightweight, easy to maintain and options of self defense.” But why would Ravus think this place any different from home? Money talked. So he had to speak the language of nations: gil. ▲
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[attr="class","parm"] [attr="class","parmimg"] [attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] Ravus couldn't help but feel a certain amount of discomfort running down his body. His eyes locked with those of the dog next to the man he was talking to and it was obvious that this creature didn't like him at all, the way it growled at him. Ravus turned his eyes away from it, focusing on the man in front of him. He knew that looking a creature like this into the eyes would only provoke it, so avoiding it was the best option he had to not cause a scene. The man inspected his arm with care, seeming to understand what he had to. Of course, he was no Samaritan and would only offer his services for an amount of money that was fitting for the difficulties of this procedure. “A Black Market is not an option.. not when one slip from inexperienced hands could cost my life.”, he noted, watching how the man returned to the desk and his hound. His offers of what he could give him was what Ravus would have wanted and nothing less. The question is, would this man stand to his word when he obtained the money he wanted? He seemed to know what he was talking about, but something about this man was striking a nerve with the ex-commander. Maybe it was the choice of comrades he had? That dog was not something one would call a normal pet... Ravus sighed, covering his arm up again with the fabric around his shoulders, before his hand slipped into his pocket, his steps carrying him over to the desk where he placed a packet of bills. The amount of the money would make many eyes sparkle in his home world. The question is, did it have the same value in this one? He had seen that gil was also used here, but he didn't know if the same system was being used in this city. “300.000 gil.... Is this enough for your services?”His two-colored eyes narrowed, staring at the man next to him with determination. He wouldn't let this arm be the end of him. He would fix it and upgrade it to new heights. He didn't know that something sinister was nestling inside off it... how could he? He thought that the times of IT where over. Rufus was obviously a business man and Ravus could handle this. He knew that money could solve many problems when it came to people like him. "If you are this experienced with such technology I only want the best. If this isn't enough, name your price..."
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Apr 1, 2018 13:09:51 GMT -5
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The host did well not to hover too much over the damaged machine. If Rufus was honest the build was so foreign that he was not completely sure if it was still operating at full efficiency. Valves were rusted, welded corners scrapped silver from what originally looked to be black. He could see some of the wiring was worn and the smell it gave off was aged, worn metal. To the untrained eye it seemed surface, ordinary wear and test, but for Right? Well they were at their limit with tension so loose it was a wonderful the man could even make a fist.
Rufus grew up in the Research and Development departments, walking the lines with his father and learning the family's business first-hand. A Shinra was meant to be host to geniuses who invented and manufactured some of the greatest machines in the world.
And that was the problem.
Their world. Across the stars there had to be an even greater collective of creation that man could hardly fathom, that is, if any of the lost technology being recently uncovered on Planet was any sign of this. Ships that seemed more than able to reach the heavens and break the clouds above. Weapons that far exceeded their current energy sources making them, in a way, obsolete. This was the proof before Rufus. While the technology seemed to exceed their own it mirrored many aspects. This was off world technology.
Rufus crossed his arms over his chest. Upon speaking his price and displaying his wealth before the businessman Ravus would have his full attention. The secretary put her hand over her mouth, having not seen such wealth outside of Shinra after Meteorfall. With the collapse of society so did its economic structure shift. Much of the western continent was at or slightly above the poverty line. This forced many to find work overseas in oil refineries, or old coal mines. Those who couldn't find grunt work at Junon's shipyards struggled to get by selling scrap sold by scavengers that braved the radioactive ruins of Midgar.
Despite that Shinra was still the top, economic power in the world with WRO at the surface restructuring the dismantled authoritarian rule of the former regime. Rufus let his slender digits brush against his chin, his left arm tucked beneath his right elbow to shelf it in place. Those piercing, blue eyes focused. “Yes.” His smooth voice called out in the empty foyer of the office building. “It will do as a base price. If we run into any problems the price will alter.” He snapped his fingers and looked back at the secretary, motioning his hands. “First we will write up a contract. Which -- remove us from any obligations beyond basic repairs or possible replacement down the future. It would see that we will act according the the standards set by Shinra as a company so if you mismanage your arm as according to our set standards, well we cannot be held responsible.” He assured. The secretary turned her focus to preparing a contract and Rufus motioned to the door. Dark Nation pushed to stand, its thick talons clicking against the cold, wooden floors and moved in pace with its master. He reached into his suit pocket extracting a set of keys. “I’ll show you our work at the main facility. This is just our main office, but it will not be where you will receive your fitting.” He walked down the street to where a car was parked. Pressing the keys would allow the door to slide open, giving the feral beast chance to hop in, immediately shuffling towards the back. Rufus entered the driver’s side and motioned to the man. “We’ll be going downtown.”Of course Edge, while only half the size of Midgar was still a great city of its own merit. The skyscrapers may have only been half the size of Midgar’s old buildings, but it was still a sight to behold. Heading further downtown they would come upon the industrial district where much of the work rebuilding their world began. Factories and massive warehouses were at the center of this area’s economy as opposed to the residential buildings and office buildings further up where they began this journey. Rufus planned to take him to Shinra’s new R&D building. Under the watch of heavily armed guards the facility housed some of Shinra’s newest toys. Scientists and engineers constantly moved about the grounds with security at their side at all times as well as armored Tentacle Hounds of the blood-red variety stalking along the property as well. The pair would be heading into the western area of the facility where R&D worked on prosthetics arms which were generally for military use. ▲
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[attr="class","parm"] [attr="class","parmimg"] [attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] Ravus understood how business worked. Niflheim was not different to this man's company at all. Name the right price or give them something they want and they will trade for what they have. This is how the world works.... He wouldn't have gotten the arm most likely had Glauca not died and he had not brought the sword of the father with him back than. It seemed the price fit and the man started to get some paperwork going, telling him about the agreement he will have to sign. Ravus listened carefully, thinking about it for a moment before he sighed, nodding slightly. “I understand and accept.”
With that said, the man left the house, gesturing Ravus to follow him outside, entering his car and offering the seat next to the drivers one for him. Ravus didn't hesitate and got inside, watching the surroundings as the car past by the many houses and shops of the city, his eyes taking in a lot of what he could make out. The people on the streets... the way the houses looked.. it was all so... so..
Broken. Yeah, that seemed fitting. Something had happened to this world. Something bad. He could make out big structures of something in the distance what seemed like to be a completely destroyed complex. Ravus wondered what this world has gone through. When they arrived at their destination, Ravus left the car carefully, always holding onto his arm to keep it steady and from falling apart in any way.
“Your company seems to be rather large... no wonder they send me over to you.”, he said, turning to look at Rufus.
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Apr 24, 2018 13:57:55 GMT -5
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Thanks to Sephiroth the world would not soon forget the tragedies of the past nor the loss of several lifetimes of progress. Thanks to his father's company the Planet would be scarred for generations to come because one man sought to escape this world for a Utopia he could Lord over. It was estimated that it would take at least a hundred years for Midgar's grounds to become decontaminated. The radiation if the Lifestream had soiled the land and made the growth of plant life impossible save for a few select places touched by the Ancient's will. Their actions, as Cosmo Canyon locals would explain: changed the flow of the Lifestream. Old passages had collapsed, some rerouted, to allow the flow to remain unhindered so that life could continue as she healed. It would explain why it had burst out from beneath Midgar as it did and washed over the slums with reckless abandon. The worst if the damages, the reports of the aftermath having arrived to Healin Lodge months after, was little over seventy percent of the population and given the slums were overcrowded it was a number that could make one sick. Those unable to escape has become victim's of Shinra's foolish pride. With nowhere to go it had only up!
Rufus stepped out if the vehicle, arm leaning on the roof. “I'm glad to see you approve. Shinra has been making the lives of Planet’s citizens for generations. While we have made mistakes along the way, everything done is for the sake of improvement. While very different from the technology that made your arm, I think you'll find our systems invaluable in terms of outlasting any competition. We use the finest metals and the most advanced technology which we constantly improve.” He stepped away from the door, Dark Nation hopping from the back seat and to the man's side just as it was slammed closed.
He would leave the vehicle where it pulled up, his status obvious by the manner in which soldiers he passed would salute him. He was a diplomat, to be sure, as all he passed would be greeted, but the distance of their position remained obvious with the impersonal and generic salutations. It could be assured he knew none of their names. Well at least such could be assumed, but you didn't survive as president of the world by not recognizing your enemies. He made that mistake once and would not do it again. After passing the checkpoint the president was given a clearance pass.
“Security here is taken seriously, try not to drift too far from my side. I know the facilities are intriguing, but soldiers are ordered to shoot to kill in restricted areas.” He'd explain.The soldier in the checkpoint called a trolley on his walkie talkie. Another soldier in a small all-terrain vehicle would pull up moments after. Dark Nation barked. It was a deep, sound mixed between a canine's woof and tiger's snarl. An off creature Tentacle Hounds were. Alien to some worlds. Rufus climbed into the front seat, the hound settling in the back. It seemed to act like an ordinary canine despite its horrific visage as it moved to stand on the edge of the atv’s side to peer out the side so it slowly began on its way, slow enough for Ravus to hop on before it speed up.“I've contacted our Weapons Development Department had, but they are indisposed at the moment, so we'll be working with a technician just below her. He's don't over fifty reconstruction surgeries to replace amputated limbs.” The Shinra explained. “Many have defensive weaponry integrated into their prosthetics as these individuals are often under military service.” He explained. “But you won't need to worry about that if it is something you don't desire. It shouldn't be a problem to retain the majority of the original infrastructure of the arm.” They would just need to examine it and, using their current technology, restore it. Soon they would enter the research facility. All through the hall they would be escorted across labs. Some could be viewed through large glass window. There was a constant sense of being watched. Armed guards and fully armored Tentacle Hounds marched through every corridor. For such a group, who seemed to have others convinced they just provided electricity and other products that run on it… if Ravus was perceptive he could see that it was the start of an empire. An army with enough strength to take over the world… unless they have already and noone was none the wiser… Technology, numbers, resources-- it was what built an unstoppable kingdom, but it was what also created a mortal and fallible god. “Ah, President, we were expecting you.” A voice called from one of the entryways to an examination room. Were the two to look up they would spy a spindly fellow in a lab coat. A pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses that was framed by short cropped, messy brown hair. He stood with his hands clasped together. The medical gloves pulled over his hands squeaked as he wrung his palms together anxiously. He had gotten the call from the President’s secretary of his visit with a -- patient. He was the sort you wouldn’t trust with your first born, but if that first born was missing a limb, there was no better scientist. His name was forgettable, but the sensei had an enthusiasm about his work. A lot of what he explained seemed the usual spiel about the risks versus the benefits. The only difference was how they would go about it was in the stead of using magic based technology as magitek was known they would be using technology directly based on his DNA. They would build synthetic muscle that was integrated with fiber optics and other cybernetics that made it highly compatible with digital technology.“Heeee since we won’t be adding weapons we have plenty of room for more physically enhancing elements such as body temperature regulator, adrenaline control as well as strength enhancement.” The scientist offered Ravus. It would be completely up to Ravus.
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[attr="class","parm"] [attr="class","parmimg"] [attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] The Ex-commander followed Ravus in silence, keeping track off everything that happened as they made their way into the facility and into the other vehicle to get carried into the more secured parts of the company. The more Ravus saw of Shinra, the more he felt how his stomach was slowly starting to turn, his head almost starting to blur out the images and replacing them with other armors and buildings. It felt like... he was being brought into the heart of Niflheim when it wasn't that big. No, it felt like the first time he had entered the main part of Niflheim's facility for weaponry. He knew exactly what he was looking at.. The beginning of an empire that would reach Niflheim's power one day, most likely. The similarities couldn't be ignored and as his eyes moved to look back at Rufus, he could almost see how the President would sit on the throne of this new empire, sending it out to conquer everything with just a flick of his arm, his face twisted by the hunger he had seen in Ledolas eyes. You wouldn't wish such a fate on the man in front of him. No, he wouldn't wish such a fate on ANYONE. One's actions can drag a whole world into ruin.. “Rufus. I can see your company has achieved much.. but..”, he started, but decided to keep his mouth shut for now. This wasn't the time... But he would talk to him about it. He had the blood of the Oracle in him. He felt like it was his duty to make sure that this world was not falling to the madness and power-hunger that his had been almost destroyed by. "Nevermind."Ravus continued to listen and the possibilities the procedure could add to his body made him tilt his head to the side a little. Modifications..? He just wanted his arm restored.. but if there was a possibility to take care of some things that nagged him about the prosthetic, he would of course admit to these changes, should they not hold to many risks. As they entered the department that was focused on such work, a scientist would greet them, the looks he had doing nothing to make Ravus calm down a little. All of this reeked of trouble, but he had signed a contract and payed a lot of money for this. The offers he made didn't sound so bad at all... If there was a way to get rid of some difficulties he had with it till now, he would of course take it. “Hmm... I have to admit that a Adrenalin modification would be of a lot of help. If there is also a way to make the arm's connection to my brain more save, I would also take it. Loosing my life due a shock to my head by the metal cut off my nerves... is not what I desire.”, he would say, moving away the fabric that covered his broken metallic arm, so the scientist could take a look at it. A adrenlin-control would sure make it easier for him to control... IT. “The arm already gives my body a lot more strength. Enhancing it and making it more complicated would not prove to be necessary.” Ravus's two-colored eyes would look over to Rufus once more and the dog at his side. “Any objections, Mister President?”
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Post by Rufus Shinra on May 14, 2018 19:19:16 GMT -5
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Eos and Midgar were both places put on their path by dreamers. Their leaders were men who dared to reach for the stars. They were those who did not fear the gods lesser men bowed to and sated with pitiful tithes of a lifetime of hard work. Forging ahead they created a future for their children and their children, harvesting barren the land around them to feed themselves, despite being full. But in their clambering for a piece of the heavens. In their rapid raise came the inevitable fall as their rotten wings, built with the bones of those who dared to oppose their visions, melted in the malicious fury of the sun, envious of their crowding his skies. It was these men that fed so many dreams and had changed the lives of everyone that had known their names. They were the faces of progress and change. Their demise had too meant the fall of their kingdoms.
Their sons and daughters reaped not of the rewards of their hard work, but the poison of the streams now unfit to nourish a nation. It was like looking into a mirror, but in Planet’s case she had done to save those that found nourishment in her thanks to the sacrifice of a single one. Though there are some that feel the loss of one was not worth saving a rotting fruit, the seeds that had hope sought to grow anew. Their star was worth saving as were many upon it. Those that remained had to go on and build their own lives beneath their own power. Rufus sought to maintain power, but he had changed the pat that his father had carved. He was not going to search for a land that only existed in dreams nor would he tread upon the backs of those who supported a unified world. He did not want to become a memory like his father.
He would not become a nightmare like the sons before him.
He was a hanged man that hung beneath the fallen tower raised by a king who became dust in the wind.
Rufus knew the influence he had and the power he could wield, but if he let those around him wield if for him he could just as easily feed off their hopes and dreams, making them his own. He was of the people and would foster their hopes by lifting Planet into the heavens rather than himself alone. He had atoned for the sins of his father with his flesh and soul. The memory of the Stigma still burned in his limbs, the medicine that kept at bay his suffering reminded him of those who suffer still. He was still unable to be without his succor and would like remain so until his end of days, but it was the price to remain on his throne of bones.
The gillionaire looked to Ravus as he began to speak, praising the growth of his company, but little did he know they had fallen from a false Paradise and now lay in the waste of their greed. He could see it in Ravus’ expression. He had something to say. But Rufus knew. It was always the question on their minds when they saw him on the street. The grip on the knives in their pockets tightened when he dared to speak. What is it that he could do differently? But he always said the same thing, looking them in the eye: Can you do any better? Rufus kept his gaze on Ravus, almost as if he could read the young man’s mind, but there was no such magic in the world, right? Though there was something that came rather close to it, but for now it was best to move on. The scientist seemed eager to move forward. For men like him genius’ like Hojo came only once a lifetime. His death was hardly pitied but there was not one soul here who did not aspire to such greatness. His ethics were questionable, but his achievements were only something men could dream of.
Now Rufus was in charge and those who had withered under the shadow of Hojo’s wings would finally see their chance. The face of that nightmare he created still rang in the backs of people’s dreams. There were few homes safe from the image of a silver haired angel with only one wing. Where there had once been stories of his accomplishments and ageless tales of feats of heroism all that was left was a monster which adults used to scare their children into obedience. A legend. A terror. A blight on the face of the world. Only a handful of men and women still knew his true name, the name of the one called the One Winged Angel of Death.
The scientist listened to Ravus’ desires. It seemed he did not seem too interested in the other additions, but diminishing the side effects was something they could, possibly do. “Oh, I see.” the scientist began, “Well if that is all we can certainly install a failsafe in which any external damage reaching critical could trigger a failsafe to reroute to empty Materia nodes, though they would, clearly, have a limitation and the stones would have to be swapped out regularly.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked to be a small crystal. “These empty materia nodes are essentially pieces of materia to have formed in Planet and have no properties to them whatsoever. After the Fall it seemed many of them started to grow as a result of the Lifestream’s overabundance of energy.“ They were small pieces of crystal, plentiful enough.Rufus could appreciate Ravus’ desire for simplicity. He had tucked his hands into his pockets, Dark Nation sitting beside him observing their surroundings. The Tentacle Hound had parted its jaws to pant. The facility tended to generate a lot of heat due to the experiments handled. Much of the power went into the important equipment. Things like air conditioning was a luxury for specific departments that depended on temperature control. With rolling blackouts generators were essential for those blocks and ever were the power to go out: much would be diverted to the essential buildings. The president looked to Ravus before looking to the scientist.“Keep it simple. If you can make it so there is a shock absorbing system to mitigate damage to his brain stem, do so.” Rufus would give the go ahead. Though a bit disappointed he couldn’t go all the way, at the very least he could install the buffer system which simply relied on installing uncracked crystals. “Don’t worry, you’re in capable hands.” Rufus assured. “I will be assisting them.”“S-sir?” The man was a little more than shocked. “Standard faire.” Rufus insisted. “I’ll personally lead the project to ensure no liberties are taken.” Trust was in short standard after the departments legal fiasco after the Fall. Much of their funding had been funneled into the WRO projects leaving them understaffed, underfunded and generally breaking their backs to regain their reputation. “Yes Mr. President.” As if he had a choice.Leading Rufus in they would begin preparations. Ravus would be lead to an operating room where they would start strapping him into machines that monitored his vitals. They would only begin once Ravus was reay. The arm would be scanned, data flowing into the computers all around. There were a few technicians roaming about, clipboards and data in hand. With the president in the lab there was no room for mistakes. Ravus would receive the best treatment.“Alright sir, shall we begin?” With Ravus put on a life support system in the case of any errors with his arm. They repaired damaged facilities and reattached connections. There was smaller damages to handle and alterations that would reduce the shock to his brain come any damage. Reducing as many endings as they could, without dampening sensation to the arm, they would route some of the pain synapses to the new buffers which would assist in him having complications were he to lose the arm. They were not sure how it would go, nor would if it would proceed smoothly. Only time during the operation would tell. Rufus was hands on the entire time, learning about the technology, making his own as he repaired the damage.
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[attr="class","parm"] [attr="class","parmimg"] [attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] Ravus was not bothered by the heat in the room, nor was he bothered by the disappointment in the scientists voice when he told him about the things he would change about his arm and that those things would be all. Rufus seemed more than okey with the 'small' changes he was willing to take and even offered to be a part of the whole operation. The scientist was shocked and Ravus looked at him with a raised eyebrow also. Why was the president getting involved in this? Had the magitec arm sparked his interest? Was it the amount of money he had given for this treatment or was it just his way as a president to make sure quality would be achieved in this procedure? The royal didn't know... After a few words were exchanged between the scientist and the blond man, Ravus would be led inside the operation room. He was helped out of his coat and shirt so his torso was bare and they could attach everything on his body. He lay on the operation-table, wires attached to his body to monitor his heartbeat and brain-function, his right arm and his legs strapped to the table to make sure he doesn't move to much in the process. To be honest, Ravus started to feel nervous now. The people in the room seemed to know what they are doing, but still.. a scent of paranoia would wash over him. The memories of him waking up in such a room, his arm in terrible pain and the scent of burned flash in his nose.... He took a deep breath, trying to relax the best he could right now. This needed to be done... this arm was a part of him now and he needed to get this fixed as fast as possible. His eyes watched how the doctors worked on his arm, seeming to take care of the nerves connecting it to his brain. His fingers twitched a few times from their work and it was a strange thing to look at. One of the doctors came over to his head, placing a mask on his mouth to make sure he got enough oxygen though the whole process that would begin now. They really made sure to be ready should anything go wrong with it. Everything ran smoothly, the nerves not causing to much trouble as the metal arm was overworked by Rufus and his people. Ravus just focused on breathing the whole time, trying to not look at what they were doing. Sometimes, a tremor ran through his arm and into his body when they worked on his nerves and exchanged plates of the old model with new ones. But the operation started to take a tole on him half an hour later. The flesh that was connected to his arm started to throb when they reached the part. Ravus continued to breath in and out, the fingers of the prosthetic curling and clawing at the metal he was on slightly. His heart was slowly picking up on speed, like he was entering a stage of panic. He was once a royal. A fighter. He couldn't just start panicking in the middle of the operation! He knew it could get painful and he knew that things could not go smoothly all the time. He was taking the risk and he was not afraid of it.. so why was he suddenly getting so nervous? Was it the painful stinging between his flesh and the metal? Was it the fear of something happening in the procedure? Maybe his body was rejecting the new metal or in worst scenario.. it was IT rejecting it. It must be done. It HAD to be done, so he could continue to live.
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Jun 18, 2018 17:09:27 GMT -5
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Rufus was not the sort to take on projects directly. He was the president, a man who ran things from his throne high in the sky. When he was young he was involved in manners of business, critiqued vigorously on his lessons that would prepare him to take his father's place once he left for the Promised Land. He would be put to observe the work, the machines invented by his predecessors, innovated by these scientists. These men were not Shinra yet they seemed to be the essence from which their company continued to grow. Rufus, unlike his father, was an involved man. Despite what people thought what a president should do he was far from the sort to sit back as his minions argued around a table deciding for him what to do. It was a most disgusting sight as Heidegger, Palmer and the sorts vied for his attentions, struggled for control over a situation that should have been his from the start.
He supposed, on a certain level, he failed to predict their aggressiveness, their selfishness. It seemed it was inherently humans to be driven by self-serving vices of greed. Something he consistently learned in his journey from the top, to rock bottom. His father had always been the sort to look after his own desires, but those who worked in the company, like Vled, opposed his ideals. But in the end he too was not only selfish, but naive. Here at the bottom he could see that everyone followed their own agenda to raise to the top of their dirt pile of which, in the end, they would be buried under.
He understood now what was but a rat race than.
To make the grandest tomb one must have all the dirt. Rufus would have it so. With the exorcising of the Remnants and the Stigma this provided Rufus an opportunity to return to public view. He has brought the terrorists to a halt, those which directly interfered with their city, their children. While the heroes in question were kept under lock and key the Turks were largely credited with keeping the public interests safe and pockets of the remaining soldiers who still worked under the Shinra name. This had brought many more to sign up for the regiments, which in turn granted Shinra the manpower to make this particular facility possible. Many were still fearful of the company's continued use of mako, but their conversion to hydro and geothermal energy had abated many fears and out the rest rumors about AVALANCHE resurfacing and causing mayhem.
All in all Rufus was dead set on providing the manual labor required for Ravus’ procedure. He was a Shinra. He was trained from birth to be everything. While he was no technological genius, he knew his way around computers and the way Shinra machines worked. One always had to be able to spot sabotage. His father trusted his hounds not to bite his hand, but instead they stabbed him in the back. He was set to work as soon as he was geared up with gloves and a smock to minimize static and flesh interacting with the delicate machine parts.
The dark metal was replaced with the greyer plates produced by Planet. It was a lighter metal, stronger than steel. It was pure Mythril. It was a glimmering, grey material that suffered much in its smelting process which often gave it a greenish burn along its soldered edges. Wires were strengthened with thick, braided fiber optic cables that carried the information from his brain to his mechanisms faster than the blink of an eye, decreasing any significant delay in his actions. This also allowed them to make that arm have the sensation of touch via the installation of a haptic system. As promised they set a load-bearing safety that would shut this system off if the PSI reached incredible amounts to eliminate pain so the brain did not shut down. This diversion of these systems would give Ravus time to get the arm repaired, about forty-eight hours, before serious repercussions would show themselves.
The feeling of pain was the systems being turned on, the Spike in his heart rate noted by the doctors. They needed it on to be sure the neural pathways were working. They would twist the wired tight, his flexing causing the doctors, and Rufus, to pull on the mechanical tendons in the way. One assistant had to attempt force down Ravus hand open with forceps, pulling at his palm's muscles forcefully. An alarm suddenly went off on the machines as it read the increase of blood pressure from his racing heart.
The president cursed under his breath as he saw blood starting to trickle into the prosthetic arm. “Bring it.” Rufus demanded as the other doctor sealed up the space, using clotting sponges to remove the contamination as fast as possible. An assistant hurried over and moved to the intravenous drip they put in Ravus’ other arm to inject the medicine which would, hopefully, slow his heartbeat. They moved quickly as the longer they spent pulling at the tendons and cables the more pain Ravus’ would suffer. After a long, seemingly endless surgery, which took upwards of twenty minutes to perform: Ravus arm was sealed up, the hatch leading the the vital mechanics on the underside of his forearm, was sealed shut. It could only be opened with a precision action to prevent any risk of accidental exposure from a bump or strike. ▲
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[attr="class","parm"] [attr="class","parmimg"] [attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] The operation felt like it took an eternity. The medication that had been put into his body through strings had helped his heart-rate to drop again, but it did not kill all the pain he experienced. They had to do this with him being conscious to make sure all the nerves worked like they should. His metallic fingers would twitch sometimes from the nerves being connected and he could actually feel something in the tip of the fingers slowly, a cold wave moving up and down his irritated arm that tried to get used to this new sensation. He had noted that he had started to bleed and that they did what they could to stop it. He blankly stared at the wall of the room, focusing to just breath and not move to much from the pain he experienced. They held him down the moment his body decided to go wild but already had taken care of it shortly after, his hand being forced open if needed. The royal did not shed one tear of pain though, only his face twisting in agony, any screams being pushed down into his throat by himself. All of this reminded him so much of his first procedure. He never wanted this arm.. but it was forced on him by Niflheim. They also pinned him on a cold table that day, his arm still burning from the fresh wound the fire had created on the stump that was left on his arm. They cut him, pushed the wires in his body, connected them with his nerves with him screaming in terror. The empire never cared. He had become the new Commander and they wanted to make him as strong as possible for this job. They did not care about his feelings or pain. Once the arm was sealed up, Ravus was lying on the table, breathing in and out slightly raged still, but the pain was slowly leaving his body, being numbed down by medication that was pumped into his body through the string. His face was covered in cold sweat, but he would pull through of course. It was a lot to take in, but he could feel the changes to his arm already. "Is it.. done?"
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Jul 17, 2018 11:49:34 GMT -5
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Rufus was proud of what his company was capable of. While his father had left a legacy of blood he had also created an inspiring empire that believed they could control even Death. This had made those working on Ravus carry no doubt. This would create a strong environment for progress. This sort of work was years ahead of what his father had created with prosthetic arms. This was a new technology and one he could say he had a hand in creating. Rufus was not simply recreating the old world, he was rebuilding it and breathing new life into the mediocrity that the Shinra name had been associated with. No longer would they throw soldiers away or place them behind the lines due to maiming injuries such as these. They could create a new breed of soldier without makou. Technology would advance them as it always was meant to, not inhibit them. This time they were working with the flow of Planet, not against her.
He wanted to laugh, his hand coming to his mouth as he chuckled. The others worked to sit Ravus' operating platform up into a more comfortable position. The scientist would move to hook up a machine to the Prince' arm to take readings with a small device. Rufus looked over as his lab coat was removed and he would discard the gloves he had been using. They were not sure if everything was connected or could be. This was an unknown technology and they made sure to measure everything, calculate and record all the data they possibly could. The silence was held. Bated breathe as they watched the machine scan and write a read out of Ravus' limb. With a beep from the machine the head scientist looked back to the others on the console and they nodded. The team cheered! This is what they had been waiting for. This was the breakthrough that they searched for. It was their reason for staying with the company. They had faith in Shinra and they had the hopes that they could reach that place that Hojo had taken from all of them.
Rufus smirked. "Congratulations." He would offer Ravus. "Everything is running perfectly. And I must also thank you for allowing us to test these previously untested procedure on you. While we have an advanced knowledge on machinery and attaching automated prosthetic to individuals this has been the first time we had worked with such technology. We were able to adapt it and work it into our own creating something new that you now carry, courtesy of Shinra." The executive leader spoke with the cunning calculation expected of a leader. "Would you like to give it a few tests perhaps before we set you loose?" Rufus tucked his hands into his pocket and turned to walk to the exit.There Dark Nation had been waiting for their ward and stood as he approached. Rufus pushed open the door, offering Ravus to step out ahead. Down the hall was a training room that allowed Shinra to test various weapons and rehabilitate those who had previously lost limbs. ▲
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Post by Ravus Nox Fleuret on Jun 11, 2020 14:27:05 GMT -5
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[attr="class","parmcontent"] [attr="class","parmtitle"]The protector [attr="class","parmesan"] Ravus couldn't help and repeat himself in his mind, but this operation was much more bearable than what Niflheim had done to him. He had seen the hungry expression on the scientists face from Shinra, when he had first seen him a few minutes ago and had almost make him prepare for the worst. That hunger for messing around with human nature, only to expend your own horizon, was written firmly into those cold eyes. Rufus didn't seem to like that approach though and Rufus was almost sure this would have worked out differently, had he not decided to look over this himself. It seemed he had his employees under control and that was calming down Ravus a lot, strangely. Aldercapt was a corrupted man and all those working under him were just as mad as he was. Verstael, the imperial research minister, was even worse in his mind than Ledolas was. Ardyn had been marvelous in manipulating people and giving Verstael such power over the Scourge to create that hideous army of clones and machines... Ravus could finally take a deep breath, knowing that his arm was fixed now and that he had actually survived it. People were cheering in the operation-hall. They did not cheer, because they had fixed this piece of metal and helped a stranger that had payed them to do so. Ravus knew this was going beyond just an act of kindness.. they had monitored everything and since this Cooperation seemed to work with military, they would surely use this new knowledge to improve their troops. Slowly, the pale man would sit up, the pain in his body slowly dying down now. His eyes looked down at his new prosthetic, his metallic fingers slowly flexing before he would attempt to make fist. It made him flinch slightly, when he could feel the new connections to his joints react to the signal, his hand slowly closing to a palm, before he would release it again. “I won't say no to some tests....”
He got up carefully and followed Rufus, his hand moving to support his metallic arm for now, until he was feeling more comfortable with it. “It seems your company got more than just some money from this deal. You are going to use the data you gathered from it?”
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