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 Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2007 9:26 pm
Everywhere Else
Self-explanatory, this thread hosts all the extra areas not already covered by the other main threads. From the main lobby, to the parking garage of the building, to the storage departments and artillery bunkers, this is the place where all the "other" locations are put into one convenient thread.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 2:46 pm
There was a long silence between Tifa's last question and Rude's answer. He first grunted in response, not really wanting to get into the emotional mess Tifa was probably getting herself into, or whatever her name was since she barely even believed she was the Lockheart she used to be. He had flicked the remains of his cigarette out the window long before he answered, though it was much to his disdain. He closed the window, which cut off the wind that howled through the vehicle.
"You'll remember everything eventually," was all he could offer, could say. He could have said, "You're not broken, there's nothing to fix," or other heartfelt, encouraging comments, but that just wasn't what Rude did. In all truthfulness, that sounded a little corny. However, whether Tifa ever really remembered anything or not wouldn't matter so long as Tseng could retrain her, get her to remember that she was a fighter. But in the end, Rude still wasn't really concerned with her welfare when he was still trying to find his lost partner.
After he last spoke, he did not speak again for the rest of the trip. By the time they had reached headquarters in Edge, the sun was going down and Rude was feeling rather hungry. He parked the car in the underground garage, waited for Tifa to open her door, and then got out and locked the car. "Here's home," he said to her. He walked towards the elevator, not waiting for Tifa to catch up until he pressed the "up" button.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 2:56 pm
Accomplishments are transient._____________________________
They pulled me in unremittingly_________________________________________ ______________My mind's not a well;
_____________________It won't run dry 
Perhaps she took comfort in his mild statement. Rude had not attempted to give her some bullshit line like many doctors in her time had. He had not offered promises that wouldn't be kept. No, instead he gave her the truth. Or at least what he felt was the truth. With everything said, she merely nodded, taking a sleeved hand, and wiped the tear away. He was right. She assured herself. She would remember everything in time, and with people to stand beside her it would come much sooner than she would expect.
Quickly she removed herself from the passengers seat as they entered the garage to the W.R.O. Kara had heard much about this place. It was suppose to take the part of ShinRa, yet actually benefit the planet. Where ShinRa would draw from the planet and drain its life source away. She had always over heard the controversy in Junon. The pro's the con's of both corporations. Frankly she cared not for either of them. After all it hadn't been much of an affect in her life, the career she had chosen. Shrugging her shoulders slightly she made her way through the garage and followed Rude into the elevator.
Kara was nervous, it probably shined though her outer exterior. Yet, she mentioned nothing of the sorts. Slipping inside the steel box she watched Rude press the button for the upper floor. Whomever she would be speaking with must have high rank in the W.R.O, or at least that was what she assumed.
__________________________________WISDOM IS KNOWNG WHAT TO DO NEXT_____________________________________________skill is knowing how to do it,________________________________________and +virtue+ is doing it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 9:15 am
Accomplishments are transient._____________________________
They pulled me in unremittingly_________________________________________ ______________My mind's not a well;
_____________________It won't run dry Tifa found herself drawn to the files that were her own once more. Casually she strode down the iridescent white halls of the building, making her way toward the elevator. Gently she pressed the button, and while awaiting the welcoming ding of the steel box she flipped through a few pages of the file. There were many more traits about herself that she was indeed shocked to read about. The main one being her hand to hand combat skills. Slowly she lifted her right hand away from the file and balled it into a tight fist. The sensation almost felt familiar, yet at the same moment it was so foreign to her. How could she, such a dainty yet voluptuous woman be so lethal. The mere though surpassed her very comprehensive capabilities. She let her hand fall down toward her side as the doors before her slid open. Tifa .
A familiar voice rang clear through the halls as she turned, her eyes meeting with his own and a small welcoming smile crossing her lips. "Is something wrong?" She asked in a hesitant voice. Snapping the file shut she held her arm against the doors of elevator, so that it would stay open and not return from whence it came.
[Sorry its so small. I couldn't think of a way to make it longer without making it seem so .. needless]
__________________________________WISDOM IS KNOWNG WHAT TO DO NEXT_____________________________________________skill is knowing how to do it,________________________________________and +virtue+ is doing it.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 9:44 am
Rude paused momentarily after Tifa responded to his call. He wondered, for the second time, if she would ever be able to fight again like she used to. There was nothing quite like an amnesia victim. He lifted up the phone that was still grasped in his hand, bringing it to eye level for her. He didn't think twice about giving it to her, nor about Tseng's plans of the woman's future use. "Take this." He could have been a gentleman and handed it to her, but walking all the rest of the way down that white hall was so tedious. She wasn't some darling little thing that had no reflexes, pole dancer or not. Or whatever it was she had become in the last two years. And so, he tossed the cell phone at her.
The bald man took a half step backwards and started to turn. Before he turned completely around, he mustered a look of satisfaction, which was rather unlike him. "Thanks." He didn't find the need to explain himself. He turned, finally, and made his way back down the hall for Tseng's office. Now he had a trip to make. Things to plan. Someone to find. He doubted Reno would be at the port, but there were plenty of places to search, people to ask. He had been in Junon for months with no progress on either side. It was monotonous. A little good luck had flown in, finally.
[=D Pfft, mine's short, too. idc! idc! <3]
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 10:10 am
Accomplishments are transient._____________________________
They pulled me in unremittingly_________________________________________ ______________My mind's not a well;
_____________________It won't run dry The woman watched him as he stopped nearly halfway down the hall, tossing a cell phone in her general direction. Without a second thought her right hand extended and she swiftly snatched the small device as it soared toward her. She had always had rather smooth and swift reflexes. Though she never had thought much about them. The files though suggested that she had always had them, perhaps come naturally by them. Tifa flipped the phone open, looking it over. Obviously Tseng wished to be able to keep tabs on her. Or perhaps it was merely for use only when an emergency arose. Yet, before the bald Turk turned to leave he let a rather surprising word roll from his lips. She had not expected him to thank her. Much less really say anything, his stoic nature was quiet the cover.
As he turned fully around Tifa raised a hand. "Wait." She paused, was it really necessary to say anything more? The man obviously had business to tend to, people to find. Hope was at last restored to his tattered and torn emotions. "I .. hope you find them. You deserve that, at least that much." She turned and slipped within the elevator. "I may not have known you for long, but I can tell a part of you is missing."
She offered one last smile before flipping the files open once more. She scrolled down the pages with her eyes located the name of 'Seventh Heaven' once more. Once outside she would hail a cab, since she was unfamiliar with the territory of Edge and visit her old bar. Perhaps something would present itself.
__________________________________WISDOM IS KNOWNG WHAT TO DO NEXT_____________________________________________skill is knowing how to do it,________________________________________and +virtue+ is doing it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 6:58 pm
It had been some time since the blonde Turk had returned to her new home, after all she had been spending most her time with the clean up crew at Shinra. The work was exhausting, and was taking a lot longer than anyone thought. Elena had been placed in charge of most of the work that went into collecting files and other important items. She made her way into the building, arms packed full of files and loose papers. Her eyes darted around wildly as she searched for the dark haired man that ran the whole operation. Not a moment to soon she spotted Tseng, a soft smile appeared as she hurried her way to him.
"Tseng, could I have a moment?" She questioned as her pace slowed. Elena felt the weight of the papers shifting, and spilling out from under her arms. The woman knelt, quickly trying to gather her things and straighten herself up. The Turk stood once more, looking to Tseng with an exhausted look upon her face. She did not want to admit she was over worked and over due for a good,nights rest.
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Posted: Sun Feb 07, 2010 7:37 pm
The former Turk leader had just gotten through with addressing the Wutain princess and Avalanche member when a suited blonde caught his attention. Before he could receive an answer from the ninja, he held up a hand apologetically and opened the door once more, stepping out into the hallway to meet Elena with a smile. As the files in her arms began to slip, he quickly stepped forward to help but she soon recovered and stood before him—still struggling but able to handle the important files in her arms.
Tseng’s smile turned into a gentle expression of understanding and sympathy. He knew the kinds of weight she carried and stepped closer even as she seemed rearranged. Without allowing enough time for her to protest he lifted a hefty amount of the papers from her arms, making certain the others wouldn’t spill in the process and carefully rearranged them in a more maneuverable manner. “Here,” he said gently, gesturing for her to place the rest in his arms. Once more, however, he cut her off before she could allow for any protest. “You’ve done enough for the time being,” he said warmly.
However the expression was broken by a gentle sigh from his lips and a glance down the hallway. He had so many things still to take care of, and Elena was already so overworked. Nevertheless, he broached the subject on his mind anyway. “But still,” he said softly, apologetically. “I need to ask you to do more.” He was silent for a moment as he gazed down the hallway, and unable to find a clock on the walls estimated the hour.
“There is a plane set to leave within the hour for Costa del Sol,” he began. “I was hoping you would go to the other continent to follow Reno’s trail.” He paused, his mind gently mulling over what he had decided before continuing. “Mirage is here, in my office. Along with Yuna. Two faces we have not seen for a very long time, both following very different paths. But Mirage will not be ordered and can handle herself. Yuna, however, is injured and searching for something personal. I believe that while we focus on finding Reno, she can find the answers to her own questions as well. Therefore, I’m asking you go to Costa del Sol with Yuna aboard this flight.”
A gentle look then, one of clear concern, not even as a parent looking over their weary child, but as a friend as well, burdened by the extents to which their comrade was pressed. “The flight is not long, but I believe you both could and will use the rest it provides. On the cargo will be vehicles for your use, from which you can choose.” Suddenly the man exhaled and gently looked over the work-worn woman. “Elena, I’m sorry there is no rest in sight yet.” What more could he say?
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 8:26 pm
Elena was a bit sad to hear the news about her having to take up another mission so soon, but she nodded in agreement to his wishes. She smiled as he lifted the papers from her arms, and thanked him."Thank you sir. Oh, and before I forget... those files are from Rufus Shinras desk. The rest should be on their way in the next hour or so. I'll let you know of our progress once we pick up on Reno's trail." With,that the blonde said her farewell and passed by him, heading further down the hallway.
The Turk knew exactly what room Yuna was in, after all Tseng had given that away. She rounded another corner, leading her to where Tsengs office was. Speaking of the woman, there she was, Yuna was exiting the room. Elena couldn't control herself, seeing her old friend she rushed down the hallway and nearly jumped her. Though when the blonde got within distance of,her, she slowed to a stop, seeing yunas terrible condition. " What happened!? Are you alright? Where have you been?!" She placed a hand to her own mouth and shook her head. "I'm sorry... I've just missed you." Elena admitted since Yuna was fired, she had a hard time accepting her friend leaving."Yuna, theres a mission that requires our attention in Costa, Reno has gone missing and we need to find him." The blonde took a deep breath and let her words settle with the ex Turk.
As Yuna hobbled her way out of the office, she caught the blonde Turk from the corner out of her eye. She was rather surprised that Elena booked it down the hallway as fast as she did, and even more so when her words came flying out of her mouth. The woman blinked, taking her words in, she could use this trip to Costa to her advantage in order to search Damien out as well. "Well, when do we leave?" She smiled a touch and hobbled over to Elena, tucking her arm underneath the blondes.
"Right now!" Elena grinned and helped her friend down the hallway. The Turk was weary, but seeing Yuna had raised her spirits, something she was in need of.
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Posted: Tue Feb 09, 2010 6:02 am
The exchange was short, the swiftness with which it passed almost enough to be surprising for such long co-workers. And yet, one need take only a look at the empty halls, fleeting figures seen rarely throughout their midst to realize that they were not the only ones pressed to work hard by the times. Yet as a volunteer organization, it meant that things became the roughest on those of them that had become the essential backbone to the situation. Elena was proof of that.
"Thank you, Elena," he said in response as she handed him the remainder of the papers, informing him of just whose they were. Silently his gaze fell to the countless folders of papers in his arms before he smiled up at the blonde woman. "I'll look through them as soon as I find the time. And for what it's worth," he said as a warm afterthought, "I do hope you enjoy the trip. Be safe. Both of you."
Then they parted. Perhaps only a minute had passed, but it would be enough--he was certain--to either intrigue or annoy the Wutain heir. With that thought in mind, he pushed open the doorway into the room and carefully placed down the files on a spare coffee table, taking a seat opposite it and beginning to arrange them as he addressed the Avalanche member. "I apologize for the intrusion," he began, glancing up at her momentarily. "But in case you chose not to eavesdrop, you might imagine that things are fairly busy here.
"Now," he posed. "Please continue with what you were saying before."
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Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 1:29 pm
There she is! The small boy thought as he finally came in sight of the ninja princess. Opening his mouth as he was about to scream her name, a sudden shock overcame his body as he felt a small tug against his body. Denzel’s eye widened as he felt a sudden breeze flow through the slit in his shirt’s waist, sending chills up and down his spine. The poor boy couldn’t even talk, as Yuffie marched straight up to him, glaring all the while. The sudden idea to flee from the charging ninja came over his body as fear of what she would do next absorbed his mind. Grabbing his elbow, and lifting him to the tips of his sneakers, Denzel gaped in shock as the Wutai Princess began to lecture him, right there in the middle of the street. “What’s wrong with you, kid? Don’t you know it’s not nice to sneak up on people? You know if I had thrown my huge Shuriken instead of my smaller ones you could have died? You’re lucky I don’t pound ya to the ground for this!” Stumbling back onto his feet, Denzel rubbed his arm as it was finally released. “I swear! Kids these days have no respect for their elders!” Yuffie exclaimed as dramatic as possible. It seemed that the girl loved throwing surprises as much as her sharp ninja stars, as Yuffie now painted a puzzled look on Denzel’s face as she continued with a smile. “I know why you’re here. You couldn’t stand being away from a natural beauty like me.” Nearly dropping his mouth open at the posed ninja, Denzel raised an eyebrow at her, though only slightly. Maybe this wasn’t such a good ide-- His thought was cut off as she began to laugh. “Well, I don’t blame you. I am the best thing to ever walk this Planet!” Yuffie’s large, exclamatory laugh made Denzel actually look around him, to see what kind of looks the two were getting. “Alright then! You can come along. Just make sure you keep up with me. Okay, kid?” Was this really the person that was going to take him to find Tifa’s cure..? Really? Reaching out her hand to him, Yuffie gave off a outgoing smile. “You coming?” A simple nod came from the boy, and reached for her hand as well, before feeling her dominance take control of the situation again, grabbing his hand first.
The comforting feeling of being led.. The warmth of holding Yuffie’s hand.. Flashbacks came through his mind, of all the different people that had taken him by the hand. Though, only two people stood out; An old woman, and the barkeeper for Seventh Heaven. A moment of thought held these two women in his mind, before having it broken by the reminder of having such a youthful companion by his side. Looking up to Yuffie’s grinning face, Denzel kept on looking at her, watching her as she thought to herself.
Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea, after all…
~~~
After the long trip to the large company building, Denzel’s exhaustion showed in his face. Ergh.. maybe.. I should’ve packed more food with me.. The small boy thought as he heard his stomach growl as though his life depended on it. Clutching his stomach, he shushed at it, trying to keep it a secret from Yuffie.
“Ta-da! Here we are! The W.R.O.’s HQ! Where the suit meets the desk and decides to have takeout!” She exclaimed, and continued to use numerous hand motions even after she had finished her sentence. Pausing his longing for food, the boy looked confused at the ninja and squinted his eyes at her. “Huh?” He asked, not knowing a thing she had said. A blank stare came across Denzel as he looked up to see the large building entirely. Having to step back to prevent him from falling, a simple sound of amazement escaped his lips. “Whoa..” Snapping his attention back to Yuffie, Denzel had to shake his head in order to feel like the world was flat once again. “Hey, Denzel? Do you want to know a secret? Of course you do! Who wouldn’t!?” She giggled, half to herself and half to the bewildered look on the child’s face. “Well, most people have no idea where I get my connections from. They probably think I get it from my constant snooping and let me tell you… they are half-right!” Another spin, excitement now consuming the Wutain warrior. “But what they don’t know is that sometimes I get it from one person and that person is…” She leaned in closer to his ear and whispered. “…Reeve!”
Reeve..? Where have I heard that name before..? Denzel thought as he followed the Wutain warrior towards the entrance of the building. Continuing to listen to her babble on and on, Denzel continued to think to himself. Reeve… Reeve… Though, once again, his attention was stolen away from his thoughts and toward Yuffie, as he tried to seem like he was paying attention the entire time. She graced him with as smile as she continued to talk. “We’re not all fun and games, kid. We have our moments of seriousness, too. Remember that if you want to stick around.” This had caused Denzel to trip over himself, catching himself before he fell. … So she considered nearly slicing me to death earlier.. FUN?! As Yuffie began to run further towards the building, she yelled back to him. “Move it or lose it, short-stuff! We’ve got work to do!” This would probably be one of the many times the young boy would have to run after the ninja princess.
Following Yuffie up to the receptionist’s desk, Denzel stood on the tips of his sneakers to try and see over the desk, only to see the back of the computer screen the woman was staring at so intently. Listening to Yuffie quarrel with the woman, Denzel tried to tug on her arm, as she tried desperately to remember the name of the person that they were here to see. From when he was listening in on the private conversation Cloud, Aerith, and Yuffie were having with Nanaki, Denzel could remember the name, but obviously, Yuffie could not. Mouthing the name of the Turk, he tried to get Yuffie to pay attention to him. Finally she had, and exclaimed, looking to the receptionist intently. “Tseng! That’s it! I’m here to see Tseng!”
“One moment please.” The red-head began searching through the files on her computer. Within seconds, she had an answer for Yuffie. “Yes. He’s here. However, he’s bu-”
“Great! Just what I wanted to here!” Cut in the ninja before the receptionist had a chance to say the man was occupied and couldn’t tend to anyone right now. “Don’t bother showing me where he is. I’ll find him myself!” Seeing her dash off towards the direction that she was told, Denzel rolled his eyes before running after her once again. Following her into the elevator, Denzel actually smiled at the idea of what they were doing. Infiltrating an office? I guess this is what she called ‘fun’ earlier..
~~~
Nearly crawling out of the elevator this time, Denzel gave a large huff and looked to Yuffie with hunger flashing through his eyes. When are we going to accidentally stumble into the cafeteria instead of random offices? We even ran into the woman’s facilities! He recalled, and threw his hand up to his forehead as he flushed red again. “Okay! This is definitely the floor of his office! I’m sure of it!” She had exclaimed, still full of energy. Who could blame her? She was a thief and a ninja. Denzel rolled his eyes as he got his instructions. “Alright, Denzel. Let’s spilt up. You take the right side of the floor and I’ll take the left. Then, we’ll meet up in the middle!”
Saluting the princess, Denzel ran to the right, looking at the title headed on each door, before knocking, and then opening up the door finally. Not in here.. Denzel closed the door politely after seeing he had disturbed a few women at work, filing papers away. Continuing his journey, he repeated the previous steps until he reached the door next to last. Hearing the massive clangor that Yuffie was making on the other side of the hall, Denzel winced every so often after hearing a small, “Oops!” from the female. Finally, she had called out to him, “DENZEL! OVER HERE! I FOUND HIM!” And that was when the exhausted boy ran toward her. Watching her prideful stroll inside the room, Denzel sighed. “Oh no..” He said and picked up his speed, slowing down as he reached his turn.
Turning to look inside the office, he took note of the many business formally dressed people, and then set his eyes on the target, as Yuffie would say. Slowly walking closer to Yuffie, he was suddenly pulled closer toward her as she wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “Denzel here is my assistant. He’ll be traveling with me from this moment on. I’m sure you’re pleased to make his acquaintance.” Yuffie had said with obvious pride. This had caused Denzel to look up to her and grin as well. She really thinks that of me..? A sudden impulse of energy came through him as he stood pridefully next to the Wutain Princess, a large grin painted on his face as he looked at Tseng dead in the eye. Though, as eye contact was met, Denzel sheepishly lowered his pride, and looked away, seeing that the much taller businessman was not one for fun and games as Denzel was just learning to accept.
As the ninja and the Turk left the office, Denzel looked around. Only one woman was left in the office, and this created an awkward situation for him. He continued to look at Mirage as she focused on her work. This had given Denzel maybe a span of ten minutes to do what young boys did best; explore. Wandering around the desk which Tseng had previously been standing by, Denzel took note of how organized and proper everything seemed. The boy sat in the large black leather chair and swayed from side to side, looking at all the businessman’s belongings. No pictures on the desk, no notes from loved ones, nothing interesting. Turning sharply in the chair, Denzel hit his knee, hard, on a slightly open drawer. Scratching the top layer of skin on his knee, the boy winced and grabbed the area of pain tightly. Stupid drawer… He said, trying to push it closed so he wouldn’t do it again. But the drawer was stubborn, as what Denzel had judged the man owning the desk to be. Having to pull it open, and then close it properly, Denzel began to do so, though something had caught his eye. A box inside the drawer, with a clear cover was revealed. But that was not what had caught the boy’s attention. Inside the box, numerous papers lay. Looking closer, Denzel found them to be envelopes. On those envelopes was inscribed the simple name that he had known for so long: Aeris.
Tilting his head, Denzel had the strongest impulse overcome him. Sliding his small pack off his back, the boy opened it in a frenzy, carefully removing the box from its hiding place and stashing it away in the bag, then returning it on his back. Closing the drawer the way it had been before, and scrambling out of the chair as though alarms were going to go off, the boy ran out of the office as fast as he could, leaving the chair spinning behind him. Looking through every door he could to find the outgoing ninja, Denzel was panic stricken. C’mon c’mon! The one time she’s not loud enough! He thought before skidding to a stop after seeing the one he came with through the window. This time, it was his turn. Slamming the door open, Denzel stood there, staring blankly at Yuffie. A long pause came from the boy, who wasn’t even panting anymore. Then, from the top of his lungs, he screamed out into the empty room. “I’M HUNGRY!”
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Posted: Sun May 16, 2010 9:27 am
Certainly things were busy, yet he had apparently underestimated how much so. Before the fellow Wutain could finally get around to informing him of what she had infiltrated the W.R.O. complacently for—two things happened. Running feet were head through the hall, and then the door was slammed open. In it, stood a figure that was only mildly familiar perhaps to Tseng, yet growing all the more so as the boy continued with antics truly characteristic of the Wutain ninja’s tact—or lack thereof.
Nevertheless, a smile tugged at his lips, cut short as the boy shouted—probably at the top of his lungs from the way it echoed throughout the hall and filled the comfortable sized conference room. What more, it was a hunger pang that he had to feed that had caused all the ruckus? For a moment, the former ShinRa employee had a flashback to one of the older Turk members as they did much the same. Surprisingly, it was one of the girls. Then again, Samantha never quite shouted it so much as she sang it out loudly and with mildly concealed melodrama behind it to boot.
It was nothing new. Though his smile faltered at the loudness, it soon returned. Then his phone let off a chime and buzz. Reaching into his pocket he retrieved it and noticed it was a number designated to an outsourced W.R.O. unit. As he flipped the phone open and connected the call, he looked to Denzel, addressing him first. “We have a cafeteria down on the third floor, in the south end if you’d like to go take a look. I’m certain no one will give you trouble if you use the same method you did with me,” he said, amusement filling his words. But his eyes were honest, and he removed a keycard from his shirt and handed it over to the boy. That was when he heard the phone connect him to the other line. “Use this if anyone gives you trouble,” he told the boy as a woman’s voice murmured in his ear.“C’mon Tseng... Pick up the god-damned phone.”“It’s picked up,” he answered, no humor to his voice, but no annoyance either. “Go ahead, it’s he.” With an apologetic glance to the Wutain Avalanche member not far from him, he quieted to listen to the agent’s report.[Jess! Just post here as Delilah! It'll save us the trouble of switching threads until the phone conversation is over. =D]
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2011 8:59 pm
Easy Yuffie… You are a great ninja! You will not lose your cool… EVEN IF THIS SUIT KEEPS IGNORING YOU!!!
She stood standing there, her foot stomping loudly to the floor with each new interruption that got in the way of her original mission. First it was some chick… then the outcry of the boy though she was positive it was because he finished the task she assigned to him, to which she gave him a high-five and motioned for him to make his way to the food court to reward himself… at the facility’s expense.
Now it was this phone call and she couldn’t care less what it was about. She had every right to catch hold of the phone and slam it shut, if only it weren’t for her pride, to prove she was the superior Wutain.
So they think I don’t have self-control, eh? Well, he’s not dead, is he? Take that, you stupid old man!
A loud groan escaped the pit of her throat as visions of her father started coming back into mind. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her father. She cared about him deeply. He just didn’t know how to run a nation and made too many bad decisions and to Yuffie… that was intolerable.
The man’s just stupid… and why am I thinking about him at a time like this?
Shaking her head wildly to bring her mind back to the task at hand, she faced the suit and glared at him intensely, remembering earlier when he addressed her with the Wutain honorific of Sevgerx; a term she was never quite fond of.
Screw this tranquil, meditated spirit crap!
Finally, with her anger no longer sustained, she leaned across the table he was seated at, snatched the phone away from him, and threw it across the room; the small device clunking brutally against the wall before landing firmly on the floor.
“Gekageavlcr! Do you think I have all day!? I ain’t here to be some kind of doormat! I’m already pissed off enough that you dragged me to another room just to be ignored in the end!” She slammed her palm hard onto the table then continued with her outburst. “Look, Suit. I know you left Wutai and whatever the reasons may be I don’t know nor do I care to know, but you’re still Wutain damn it! This is no way for a Wutain to act!”
Hypocritical though it may be for her to be preaching on how a Wutain should act, the ninja princess decided to go for it. Her anger still rising and boiling over though never once losing her will to edge him on. Out of true annoyance of the whole situation or just to get the former Turk leader to notice her, she couldn’t tell. All she knew: She was pissed and she was going to raise hell for it.
“Honestly, I thought I was the only outcast of the Wutain traditions but this-” Motioning with her hand in an up and down movement in front of him, she displayed a look of disgust as she continued with her reprimanding of him. “-is just pathetic. At least I know how to treat a guest.”
A small flashback of the time she had Cloud and company over her house… and then a cage… and then her leaving them there to rot… came into mind, but she figured it was best not to bring it up, hoping her friends didn’t tell the Turks what happened on their side of the story.
“Well, since you are no longer busy with phone calls and…” She walked over to the door, turning the lock to avoid future interruptions. “…it looks like you won’t have visitors for quite some time, I suggest you finally focus on what I’ve been trying to tell you and no one will have to get any extra holes in them.”
Making her way back to the front of the table, she grabbed the nearest chair, turning it around so the back was facing the Wutain man then swiftly placed her legs on either side of her seat whilst smirking and having her arms folded atop the chair; her un-princesslike demeanor seeping through.
“So what do ya say? Ready to finally talk, ‘Businessman’? Of course you are! You’re always on that phone of yours enough,” she said with an exasperated sigh. “Look. As much fun it is to screw with you, I’m not here to hound ya. Nanaki wanted me to let you in on the going-ons in that pile of rock he calls home. Something about your Turks.”
If that doesn’t get his attention then I’d have to track down Reeve and ask him what he sees in this guy!
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Posted: Tue Feb 08, 2011 10:18 am
Many thoughts still settled heavily on his mind, weighing down his heart against the attempts to keep it light, hold it firm against the swell of concerns that continued to pour in—relentless and unheeding his already proven efforts. Yuna had been guided in what he hoped would be the right direction. Elena had been instructed. Already weary, she was forced to take on the greatest of tasks that tried their souls when they found time and time again ends without results. Mirage had come to him demanding by the birthright of their names and breed what was only too dear to her. Yuffie now had come to him, bringing in tow another inexhaustible sprout. Denzel had too been directed to satisfy his needs, paperwork had been delivered to Tseng, and he needed still to heed the words of the Wutain princess, for she did not arrive solely to bring purposeless summons. Then came a phone call…. The night was drawing on.
Yet he was never able to hear the message called in from one of the W.R.O.’s outposts, because the Avalanche member had reached her fuse’s end. The oddest thought to grace his mind as the phone was ripped from his ear and hand, thrown and slammed to the floor was the one inelegant: ‘This is perhaps why Yuffie’s dealings with the W.R.O. are kept distant and out of the business room.’ He dropped his arm to his side slowly, and focused his eyes on the Wutain’s face. She spoke, and he would listen. He said nothing to her jabs at his inhospitality or his essential failure at upholding the traditions of his homeland. It was unspoken understanding between them that he had left behind not only race and beliefs, but characteristics as well. Those that remained were of his personal choice…much like hers. He did not think to blame her. His only conception of an internal response was to remind himself of her choices and consider that there was a heavy burden that rose in the Wutain royal when faced with a man who had cast out himself from her homeland and his. Either way, it was not an issue that he would respond to and encourage at this time.
“Well, since you are no longer busy with phone calls and… it looks like you won’t have visitors for quite some time, I suggest you finally focus on what I’ve been trying to tell you and no one will have to get any extra holes in them.”
There was no internal reaction as his Wutain better stepped slyly over to the door, threw the lock so no one would intrude again, and returned to claim a seat before him. “So it seems,” were his only words to hers, as he watched her settle comfortably before him. It was useless to fuss—or was he merely giving in because he was worn weary and could not find the energy to fence himself against her great output? Either way, he did concede: she now had his full attention, exactly as she had wanted, or close enough to. Without presuming to have any right of discontent, he settled himself forward, resting his arms comfortably upon his thighs as he leaned towards her, taking her informality as a welcome excuse to rest himself. As she asked whether he was prepared to talk to her at last, and answered for him in a manner very much befitting her, he only took the time to close his eyes and nod serenely. He was going along with her demanding attitude, because he could see no reason why he shouldn’t. Her demands and time were important, regardless of the method of their deliverance. Otherwise, he would not have considered it worthwhile to listen or indulge her his own time.
That was why when the words “Nanaki wanted me to let you in on the going-ons in that pile of rock he calls home. Something about your Turks.” finished passing her lips, his eyes opened with clarity beyond weariness and locked onto hers without promise of leaving. The relaxed posture he maintained could not hide the shift from his relaxed, open expression just moments before. His body had tensed with deliberate ease, his lips kept narrow and firm with the repression of many thoughts now clicking furiously together to form a pattern—nay, a crisp shape—as he remained silent before her casual words. His shoulders tensed with a muted realization, and he took a moment more to quiet his mind and order his reaction. It was with calm and purpose that his voice evenly arose at last in answer to the Wutain’s information.
“The phone call I had received a minute ago was directed from the W.R.O. outpost in Cosmo Canyon.” He softly lifted a hand palm-upwards, gesturing in invitation for her to continue. “If you’d please, I cannot express how much a help you’d be if you told me everything Nanaki had informed you about.” His eyebrows furrowed with inward concern and outward pleading as he gazed at his unexpected informant, not hiding his desire to know or the hope in his eyes. “We’ve been searching for a very long time for a lead,” he continued, quieter. “Your arrival and my informant’s phone call could not have been coincidence. Therefore, would you please continue? And I will be silent, at last for you, and listen to what you came here to say, Yuffie. With my sincerest gratitude apparent.” Tiredness fell into his eyes again, and weariness clouded the hope that flickered mutely within his face. He knew he had been improper, knew his time and attention was split; she had forced him into a situation where his attention was undivided, and he was silently being shown—either by her, or some greater force—that focus begot substantial outcome. Perhaps he had needed her to force this on him. He quelled his thoughts then, and kept his gaze upon the lithe ninja, waiting for her speak once more, in hopes she would bring him and all of the Turks closer to those they had lost. Don’t let us be wrong… not again.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 7:09 pm
Quiet filled the room. At last she got what she had wanted, the attention of the former leader of the Turks, but…
What’s with the look?
He appeared somewhat… exhausted. Very unlike him. True she hadn’t seen the silver-eyed Turk in what she perceived to be forever and couldn’t remember his name until reminded earlier that day, however, she remembered his demeanor clearly and this was far from what he usually revealed to anyone, let alone someone he barely knew. It struck her as bizarre and, in a way, depressing.
Oh, no, no, no, Suit. This will not due. You’re not going to be let off that easily.
Displaying the smuggest look she could muster, Yuffie leaned her chair slightly forward to show glittering eyes of mischievousness at Tseng. She held his gaze for exactly thirty seconds (she counted in her head) then snorted loud enough to be heard down the hall.
“Listen, Suit. I don’t think you fully understand the situation here. You think I’m just some messenger? That I will willingly give you whatever message I have without requiring payment?” She shook her head dramatically, her dark hair falling into her eyes. “I think not.”
Now, lifting herself off from the chair, swinging her leg wildly from one side to the other and not bothering to put her seat back in place, she took two steps forward to stand right before the table at which he sat. One smirk, a smack of her palm onto the tabletop, her other hand on her hip, and a quick lean forward… and she was inches away from spitting in his face.
“Free gifts are privileges I give to only my friends. This—” she pointed to the side of her head with her index finger “—is too valuable to lend out to an acquaintance. So!”
In a very unladylike manner, the ninja princess leapt onto the tabletop, sliding across its smooth surface. A wicked grin was spread across her face, clearly a sign she was having fun messing with Tseng. She knew, for she was far from ignorant, that there were important issues she needed to address but seeing how dreadful everything was; with her hometown, her friends, events happening at the Canyon, and now this man sitting before her; the Wutain princess had to make things a little less gloomy… at least for her fellow Wutain.
Yuffie sat, with her legs tucked underneath her, in front of the quiet man. Placing her elbows on her thighs, the smirk never leaving her lips, her hair once again falling into her eyes, she lowered her voice into almost a hissing sound, as if she was ready to bite off his head if he decided to skimp out of giving her the payment which she asked for.
“Which limb are you willing to give me as my payment? Remember: I take cash, jewelry, fine clothing, and Materia. Anything of sentimental value will be thrown into the trash along with your ego. I do not take kindly to cheap imitations of the above mentioned and any counterfeit items will be shoved up your tailpipe. Now I hope these statements have fallen under your understanding, if not, feel free to ask questions before I decide to take the goods and scat.”
With a toss of the head to the side, finally removing her hair blocking her vision, she laughed maniacally, settling with a huge grin on her face. She stared evenly at her prey. The one thing giving her away from being completely serious was a small glint in her brown eyes.
Come on, Suit. Give me your best shot.
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