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Post by Cissnei on Jan 26, 2008 21:07:55 GMT -5
Why was paperwork so boring~?
The female Turk sighed lightly, staring down at yet another stack of papers that required her attention. Her pen tapped on the desk in an absent and not so steady rhythm. Oh joy, more forms... couldn't they file this stuff electronically? This was Shin-Ra after all, the superpower of big business known to man. And yet here Cissnei was, one hand resting against her cheek as she read the same line over again for the fourth time.
And why was it so cold in here?
The woman considered putting back on her Tuxedo jacket, which was currently hung over the back of her chair, leaving her upper body only in her standard short-sleeved white shirt with the top buttons undone. Her tie was nowhere to be found at the moment, mostly because she didn't expect anyone important to walk in anytime soon. In fact, Cissnei's work day looked like it only consisted of herself, paperwork, and lunch break. After a few long moments of debate, she decided against it. At least she would stay awake this way.
Such was the glamorous life of a Turk.
A soft sigh escaped past the young woman's lips, and she penned down a few more lines of response in her neat cursive handwriting, Bullsh!tting a response in the most professional style she could muster. A trick she had picked up from another redheaded Turk... without mentioning names, of course. The ring on her right hand bumped gently against the pen as Cissnei began to toy with it again, and she paused for a moment. The woman had only been wearing said ring for a few weeks now, but it still truly felt foreign on her. It was an exciting and new adventure she was jumping into because of this ring, and for the first time, it was not for Shin-Ra Corporation, but for herself.
But once again, she was being distracted! The Turk shook her head lightly, and began re-reading the form in front of her once again.
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Post by Reno on Jan 27, 2008 4:37:38 GMT -5
(Okay if I join in here? Tseng hasn't replied to our old thread for awhile..)
Great, just great…first he’d been busted down by Tseng for showing up late and drinking again…but he had to get angry today and not have anything to calm his nerves, didn’t he!? It wasn’t the fact Reno couldn’t drink anymore…it was the fact he got angry from NOT drinking that caused him to smash up the boiler downstairs. A possible reason as to why the entire section of the Turk HQ of ShinRa lost heating today. Luckily for the flame-red-haired Turk nobody noticed him walking around with his EMR bent out of shape and unoperational. Things could have been worse, he might have lashed out at someone with it or hurt himself…and if he slipped up one time too many now he knew it’d be back to his old job, which he promised himself he’d never do again, not even in desperate times. Walking down the main corridors of the office block, his head low as to avoid eye-contact with anyone, Reno muttered under his breath in curses and disrespect. He'd been on Tsengs new 'disciplinary act' for over a week now, and already the effects of his withdrawal where showing. Depression, anger and his physical appearance…those where the most obvious signs, but no one really saw how deep the wounds went. Mainly because Reno never let anyone see them, and the reasons for his secrecy to those wounds remains a mystery. Although he could guess the reasons behind his drinking and that said depression lied within the reports Tseng had of him, but the Wutainese man didn’t seem to suspect THAT incident was the cause of his drinking problem. In one ‘minor meeting’ with a few other Turks, Reno found himself suddenly throwing himself out of the room…a few Turks swore that as he left they could hear him crying, but that was just something they THOUGHT they heard and saw. A very obvious example of the anger he was recently showing lied within the beaten and broken Turks body…and his EMR, which was always damaged now after he used it to smash anything that so happened to be in his sights whenever the anger surfaced.
But luckily, Reno had taken out his anger on the boiler already. So by the time he waltzed into his office everything should run smoothly, right? WRONG. The first thing he did once he closed he door to his and Rude’s office (which is the next one to Cissnei’s office) was get out his EMR and throw it at a bookcase, before throwing himself into his seat and kicking the desk. He sprawled his head on the back of the seat, his arms drooping down the sides of the chair, one leg resting on the desk whilst the other commenced with swinging back and forth…kicking the desk lightly at first. His eyes also showed that he hadn’t slept for a few days now; either that or he’d been taking something other than alcohol to calm him down as a substitute. Whatever it was, he needed to stop taking it. Reno looked like he’d died and was a walking corpse, one reason as to why he kept his head low…so no one could see the anger and depression he felt within, seeing his eyes gave it all away…if no one saw his eyes, or face for that matter, then no one see’s his injuries. He sat in his office, picking up an object every now and then before throwing it across the room at the bookcase, which was close to the doorway. If someone walked in whilst he was throwing then they could get hurt. But then again, he probably didn’t care about anyone right now.
“Tseng…you bastard…” he muttered coldly before commencing with cursing under his breath. The paperwork can wait for all he cared.
(Um...sorry, this is a tiny bit longer than I hoped. lol. )
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Post by Cissnei on Jan 28, 2008 18:09:57 GMT -5
(<_< dead muse is dead… sorry.)
With another paper finished and about a dozen more to go, Cissinei sighed impatiently and leaned back in her chair, hands running back through her strawberry shaded hair too pull it out of her way. Boring… her pen fell from her hand, and the woman moved to pick it up when she heard the first loud ‘thud’ Surprised, the Turk straightened up and looked quizzically at the wall on her left, where Reno and Rude’s office was. Was that really…?
‘Thunk’
Yep, it was defiantly coming from that direction. The woman swiftly stood, shiny dress shoes quiet on the plush white carpet beneath her. Cissnei had a sneaking suspision who it might have been too. Poor Reno~ She felt kinda bad for him. He had taken his punishment quite roughly… And hadn’t been doing to well, from what she had seen. Absently fixing the buttons on her shirt and stepping out of her office, Once again, there was another sound of something solid being thrown at an equally solid object. Oh dear, What to do…
The obvious, of course. The young woman moved up to the doorway and put her hand on the knob, knocking lightly with the other. “Reno?” She called, voice light as she heard another thing smash against the wall. Whoo boy, this didn’t sound good at all…
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Post by Reno on Jan 29, 2008 8:50:36 GMT -5
This was a royal pain the backside, Reno had worked hard to get to this position in the Turks...to keep that healthy income of money...and what happens? He flushes it down the toilet. Throwing himself out of his seat, the red-head commenced with throwing things across the room and curse about himself and Tseng. He then heard a light knock at the door, followed by the soft call from the Turk nextdoor. And in response, to signify he was still pissed off, he grabbed a nearby glass and hurled it at the wall. Thankfully there where no more things for him to throw right now, so instead he chose to let himself slip back into his seat and pant from the serious workout of stress he just had.
"It doesn't hurt...doesn't hurt me...I can get through this. I don't need it." he thought as he commenced with breathing heavily as he remained slumped in the chair, his chin dripping sweat. Rubbing it off with his right hand before slapping the same hand onto his forehead, the red head sucked in a heave of air and breathed out...before covering his eyes with his left hand and panting some more. Stress, withdrawel...dorment family health problems...call it what you want. Reno's life ws in shambles.
"...Why'd you have to die...?" he himpered quietly, hiding a sob in the back of his throat.
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Post by Vincent on Jan 31, 2008 19:01:07 GMT -5
"Who died?"
The voice came from a window which had been opened within the last few minutes of Reno's psychological breakdown. It sounded like a voice from the past, one made dark by the memories of that very same past. Cissinei would have likely seen him coming in through the window, but perhaps left speechless by seeing such an act. Behind Reno, the sound of metal touching the office floor clanked into existance as an Ebony haired man stood up straight. Black leather covered him from neck to toe, while a Crimson cloak which had been tattered at the edges from past battles hung on his shoulders like a heavy burden of blood. A golden gauntlet covered the left arm, making one wonder if it was ornate armor or a prosthetic to replace a lost limb.
Red eyes stared with purpose at the back of Reno's head before the Ex-Turk briefly let his Bloody gaze fall upon Cissinei. He had never seen her before, but that was not an abnormal thing considering how long the man had slumbered. Once as punishment for his Sin, the other for rest after the Remnants had been defeated. Being entirely social had never been a strong suit of his thanks to life-altering expieriments performed on his corpse.
He had headed here first, the place most likely to have the information he needed to catch up on lost time. Valentine knew nothing about Cloud or any of his friends, deciding to go to a specific destination rather than search b chance. But security was not likely to let a man appearing as he did into the building. Not without a fight that would bring only more blooshed and gunshots. Instead he had managed to take a stealthy route, filled with evasion of security troops. Being able to turn into the Crimson Spectre and fly while appearing as a bloody sheet helped cover those vast distances.
Cerberus currently rested in his holster.
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Post by Cissnei on Feb 3, 2008 14:07:22 GMT -5
The glass Reno had thrown shattered as Cissnei opened the door a crack, and the woman made a mental note to watch her step. After all, Reno had been throwing quite a few things in the past few minutes... The Turk sighed lightly and pushed the door the rest of the way open allowing her a good full view of the room.
Sevreal books where scattered around the bookcase that was against the wall ajacent to her own office, along with a bent and bruised EMR that could of only been Reno's. The redhead looked around the room once more before settleing her gaze on the older Turk.
"Oh Reno..." She felt bad for him, really. He hadn't been the happy person she had known in a long long time. And she had spent lots and lots of time at Shin-Ra.
The sound of the window popening caught the young woman's attention, and she could only watch in astonishment as a red-clad figure entered the room. And how[/i high up where they again?
Cissnei didn't stay shell shocked for long, her instincts kicking in as she reached behind her to grasp at her Rekka Shurikun. Rule number one as a Turk: Never go anywhere without a weapon. (*Stumbles off to go get sleep*)
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Post by Reno on Feb 3, 2008 14:27:50 GMT -5
Reno'd felt it comming along...the headache...the flow of blood pumping harshly through his limbs as he eased the stress off...the fellow colleague (spelling?) deciding to enter regardless of how he was behaving. Rubbing his face tiredly with both hands, leaving his palms over his eyes, Reno growled and threw himself forwards...jolting to life again as he heard a voice come from the window. And that oh so recognisable voice, of the cloaked gunman, didn't alter the red-heads mood one bit.
"That's none of your buisness." Reno snorted, unsurprised to actually see the gunslinger this high up. Hell, he saw him fight...and the guy sure was mysterious. So all those things that would have previously surprised him, didn't so much as shed a slight form of intrest. It was all old stuff to him now. The red-head got from his seat in almost an instant and rummaged through some of the books that where still in the bookcase, franticly searching for something.
"Dammit, I said I didn't need it!! What the hell am I doing!?" he thought as he pulled out the largest of all the books, opened the cover and first page, to reveal it being hollow and holding a whiskey flask inside. A secret stash of booze, for times like this.
"...nobody knows, nobody understands...nobody gets hurt. It's better that way." Reno sighed tiredly as he went back to his seat and let himself fall flat into it again...popping the lid of the metal flask open and raising it to his mouth, before stopping and looking at it as if realising something. If he drank this, what would tseng do if he found out?
"Get rid of it. Right NOW." one side of Reno thought.
"Drink it down, dowse the painful memories out of your head!" the other side said. The red-head didn't know which side to listen to anymore...both where evil to him. Both lied to him. He just remained slumped back in his chair, the flask in his right hand...staring into nothing but the space in front of him.
You'd have to be blind not to see that Reno was broken on the outside, and that inside he was fradgile...the slightest further upset could trigger disaster. He wasn't one for thinking of suicide or anything like that, but he did get violent when he got angry. Just like HIM.
"...was it my fault you died?" Reno muttered quietly to himself, staring down at his reflection in the metal flask.
(sucky, sorry if I missed anything.)
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Post by Vincent on Feb 3, 2008 16:52:38 GMT -5
Mystery had become 'old' to the Turk? No wonder he was having a nervous breakdown right now in his comparatively young life. When compared to the Ex-Turk standing in his office at least. The Ebony-haired man did not move an inch from where he stood, likely to remain until some kind of answers were given to him. No doubt security might show up if they were halfway compitent compared to the pay they recieved, to remove the 'intruder'.
Reno likely wouldn't even interfere with the way he was behaving right now.
"Where's Cloud and the others?"
If he wouldn't say who was dead, at the very least they could save him from wasting time in a round about search for the group he usually hung around. That was, if he felt the urge to be around others of his own freewill. Most who knew him understood that the man spent much of his time alone, moreso than Cloud did even after Aerith's death at the hands of Sephiroth.
No one could say how Vincent might react beyond this point to the other's fragile condition, known to be a cold one. At least when the situation called for it from the Cloaked figure. Those Crimson eyes likely saw the drink in their hand as a primary source of the current going's-on. He could not recall the Turk being a drinker, but then again they had never actually interacted much either. Cloud had more of a history with this new generation of Shin-Ra's best humans than the Ex-Turk himself did.
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Post by Reno on Feb 4, 2008 6:50:22 GMT -5
"Cloud...he's in the medical facility...go kill him if ya want. I don't care anymore." Reno sighed, slowly closing the lid of the flask and putting it beside him on his desk, before rubbing his tired face again.
"I have no idea where the others are, find them yourself." Reno growled, pulling himself out of the drowsy state a few seconds ago and back into 'mad Reno' mode. He grabbed the flask again and ripped the lid off, but once again he did nothing but look at it. This 'detox' thing was hard...too hard...
"Tseng has NO IDEA what this is doing to me!" he thought.
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Post by Tseng on Feb 12, 2008 15:00:47 GMT -5
Striding down the corridor, Tseng’s mind was far busier than his cool, collected manner might ever suggest. The receptionist had mentioned the broken boiler in passing when Tseng had stopped by her desk to drop off a pile of forms and papers. But not ten minutes ago, he’d been confronted by the head of the maintenance department, who had been so angry, that his face had gone past the stage of being flushed bright red and had started to turn a rather shocking shade of purple. Tseng had remained perfectly calm and composed as the man had raged about yet another case of vandalism that had occurred within the last few days – doing his best to avoid the spray of saliva that flew from the man’s mouth as he ranted and raved, without actually being seen to be doing so – and giving polite yet concise answers. The Wutaian Turk was skilled at dealing with people, and it hadn’t taken too long to pacify the man.
He couldn’t help but wonder at Reno’s outbursts. Of course he knew it was Reno who had been responsible for the vandalism – the red-head might not realise it, but Tseng had been keeping a very close eye on him since he had started his new “disciplinary act” – and apart from that, there was the evidence in the form of CCTV tapes that the head of maintenance had insisted on practically shoving in Tseng’s face.
Officially, Tseng’s primary concern was the safety and security of ShinRa, etc. But personally, Tseng had always taken a great interest in the wellbeing of his Turks. He was, after all, a compassionate man, even though open compassion was generally frowned upon when you were a member of the Turks. There were certain kinds of jobs that had to be undertaken in this profession (though thankfully not so much now as there had been five or so years ago) that could be very trying on one’s mental health… and mental instability was a danger not only to oneself but to others while on duty.
Did Tseng know the reasons for Reno’s emotional problems? Oh, he had his suspicions, and let’s just say that they weren’t all wrong. It was his job, after all, to know every one of his men as well as, if not better than, they knew themselves. You could not hope to work as a cohesive unit, after all, if those you worked with were complete strangers to you. He had asked Rude to keep him updated on changes in Reno’s behaviour, but not even the red-head’s partner was certain of the reasons for that behaviour, which Tseng had found interesting. The two were, after all, rarely seen apart, and they had been partners for many years now. Reno had never seemed the “mysterious” kind, but even so, it really was true that everyone had their own dark secrets hidden away inside.
And yes, Tseng had been cruel in his disciplining of the red-headed Turk, but something had had to be done about him eventually. In Junon, Reno had put Tseng’s life in danger, and if the Wutaian man had not knocked him out when he did, he could well have caused far more trouble than that. And the amount of alcohol Reno had been consuming lately was in no way healthy. It was for the best that his alcoholism was dealt with, before the red-head was killed – either by alcohol poisoning, or as a result of being drunk on duty. “For the best”. Tseng grimaced inwardly at the recollection of hearing those words spoken to him by another… so long ago now. But the past was the past; you could do nothing to change it, and it did no good to dwell on it.
In any case, he would not punish Reno any further; not for something as small as a few cases of vandalism. (The head of maintenance could complain all he wanted, but he got paid more than enough for doing very little. It was about time he had some real work to do.) Tseng had allowed the red-head to continue at work while on his detox, in the hope that it would do something to take his mind off it. Now he was considering offering the Turk some time off – with sick pay, of course. It depended on what Reno thought for the best. After all, if there was a chance of his destructive anger being turned on people rather than just inanimate objects…
As he approached the door to Reno’s office, he noticed it was open. That was unusual, considering how evasive Reno had been recently, and how private Rude had always been. But as he reached the door, and saw Cissnei standing inside, with weapon drawn, he became concerned. Had Reno grown that violent?
However, as stepped through the door and peered over Cissnei’s shoulder, he realised why. If Tseng was surprised by the presence of Vincent, he did not show it. He placed a hand on the young woman’s shoulder. “Put your weapon away, Cissnei.”
So, he had come to speak with Reno, and found this interesting scene. In an instant, his gaze had scanned the entire room, noting the damage, the broken EMR… and the flask that Reno was currently holding. The cost of the repairs of damages and the replacement of the weapon would usually be taken from Reno’s pay, but just this once, Tseng would take the money from the company funds. Reno had already received a sizeable pay cut, after all, not to mention the cost of his detox being deducted from his wages. It would not be necessary to leave him with even less money to live on. As for the flask…
“And Reno, please put that flask away. I wouldn’t want it to be discovered that you had been drinking during your compulsory detox.” The hint was clear in his tone; if Reno got rid of the flask, he would forget he had seen it. He turned his attention back to Vincent.
Was he concerned by the ex-Turk’s presence? Yes and no; yes, because of the fact the man had managed to enter ShinRa so easily, and no, because he felt that Vincent posed no threat to them. He was, however, intrigued by it. Vincent had been a Turk for many years before himself, and Tseng had a great deal of respect for the man. In his eyes – in spite of the events which had brought about Vincent’s departure from the Turks, and all that had happened since then – the ebony-haired man was his senior. Perhaps it was his Wutaian upbringing; they placed a great deal of emphasis on the respect of the older and more experienced, after all. And he would not forget the fact that he, and Elena, owed Vincent their lives, after he had found and helped them following their torture at the hands of Kadaj’s gang.
“Vincent Valentine,” he said, as calmly as if the man had not just entered the building through a window over sixty storeys up, (as he clearly had done), and inclined his head in a polite nod. “I must admit that I’m surprised you infiltrated ShinRa HQ so effortlessly.” That wasn’t to say he doubted the man’s abilities; oh no, he had heard, seen, and read enough about them to know how easily Vincent must have gotten inside the building. What worried him was that nobody had noticed him whatsoever; the alarms had not even been sounded. They were, after all, on a state of high alert since they had acquired two shards of the Black Materia – who knew when Kadaj, or Sephiroth himself, would attempt to retrieve it? It only confirmed for him that the shards were by no means safe here. He would have to discuss with the President about relocating them later.
“May I be as frank as to ask why you are here?”
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Post by Vincent on Feb 13, 2008 21:30:33 GMT -5
The Ebony-haired man had been just about to do a few actions regarding Reno and his current state. One of them had been to ask why Cloud had been injured in the first place. Following that up would have been removing such a tempting flask from the Red-head's possession. Being in a forced de-tox would not lessen the pain if he had resisted either. It would be the one of the most foolish things possible right now to assume a man who had infiltrated ShinRa during high-alert would not have moves at his disposal to neutralize an opponent or possible ally. Some of them were not fatal if done correctly, and some of them learned in his years as a Turk over thirty years ago.
At the mention of Strife's condition his mind had pondered on the brute force neccesary for that much damage. It caused a brooding expression to appear upon his parrafin-white skin, the only emotion that usually every appeared aside from a stoic expression. Or even a grimace of pain when wounded. But what could hurt the Ex-SOLDIER so badly? The possibility some new Avatar of Jenova or Sephiroth was possible. . . he had to consider that after witnesing the events which had unfolded with Kadaj's gang. He had been starting to move his left foot to even begin exiting the room in silence until Tseng had entered.
Of course Cissnei might have been some concern as he stood there, if the Gunslinger had no expierence with firearms near to the calibur they currently stood upon. Some might think it downright Terrifying what the man's already masterful marksmanship had become with those Crimson eyes which had the luster of a ruby spattered in dried blood. Though even now Cerberus stayed in its rightful holster, a silent warning to any feeling unafraid of its triple-barreled breath. It was kind of strange in a way, that the man still chose to even carry a gun after how he had 'died' at the hands of Hojo. Shot, at point blank range by a man who otherwise likely couldn't hit the broadside of a Chicken at two-hundred paces.
It was the company's good fortune that Valentine had yet to discover the scientist was still alive.
"Tseng, still alive I see."
Why did he say such a greeting? It would hardly be like him to crack some 'mean' joke unless it was in the face of death itself or an even greater peril: A woman with the gumption to flirt with him. Most likely he was glad on the inside to see his rescue and efforts in general had not been in vain those few years ago. And that those specific words were his subtle way of showing some type of emotion. Hopefully Tsung's being alive meant the young Elena was still alive somewhere as well, during all of the apparent Chaos running amok. Which, for once was not him thanks to a certain safety precaution.
His words were spoken in a tone which held darkness, but it was the kind which always lived on in every syllable ever spoken through his lips. The lips of a living-dead man, who was brought back to life by the same woman some might have said was the real reason he died. And the only reason he was alive right now as well, why he had survived, having become one with the Power of Chaos. Some might have blamed her, maybe they all had. . . it would explain why sometimes the Ex-Turk could swear hearing the Materia-encased remains whisper apologies from time to time.
"I came to find out what has happened since I've been gone. Reno isn't much help right now."
He stated with some blunt undertones, obviously not that concerned for the Red-head's feelings. But he had not been much good so far on giving out information other than Cloud being hurt. Might Tseng have the spare time to catch him up effectively? Could anyone anyone at this point. . .while giving all the right facts? Or maybe they would just shove him into a secret room with a computer, having him read away the time spent in slumber. It was certainly a huge doubt that Rufus himself would ever explain the situation, even to Vincent.
One thing was for certain, they would have to be careful on how they worded every bit of information disclosed. A single mention of Sephiroth would likely send the man off on a journey to finally 'Atone' for his 'Sin' after all these years. But if Hojo were even to be revealed as alive in the tiniest sense, no one could truly predict the outcome of that realization. To know the scientist who had truly destroyed so many lives, even the ones he created still lived. . .
Pure, unrestrained Chaos.
Either way one looked at that particular dilema, it would certainly not end well at all. Not telling him now would only have it sit there as an unknown time bomb. It wouldn't even tick at all, the realization of it would simply trigger the 'explosion' like some nightmarish chemical reaction. Cloud was not the only one with a Tragic Past. Their only true difference was the methods of how they dealt with the pain, with Valentine's ultimately being much wiser in a sense.
Or were they?
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Post by Reno on Feb 14, 2008 5:23:10 GMT -5
Reno snorted upon hearing Tsengs voice, not shedding the slightest bit of concern over how his superior caught him with alcohol. At least he didn't start drinking it.
"You're...the boss.." Reno growled before throwing the flask out whe window, just narrowly missing Vincent's head. The red-head then sighed and allowed himself to sprawl out in his seat, reaching into his pocket for a lollipop and began sucking on it. Cursing how that flask was all that he had left. And not just the last of his alcohol, but that was the last posession of his father he kept. Just the sheer thought of what he had done made Reno's heart sink, he needed the booze to drown out the painful memories...but he needed the flask to remember them. It was difficult, so difficult. He couldn't live without either, but he knew he had to give up on them both. But it didn't help though, that after all those times he was told to forget about him, he couldn't forget. Because Reno was just like him, it made it impossible to forget...because no one can forget about themselves, or people who are like them.
"I'm going out, yo. Don't follow me." Reno growled, taking the lollipop out of his mouth to speak as he got out of his seat. He realised that if he had to forget, he'd need a better 'substitute' for the alcohol than lollipops. Reno approached the door, but was of cours obstructed by Cissnei and Tseng. And knowing better than to snap at either of them, he chose to let out a slight cough and gesture for them to 'step aside'. He still had that look on his face though, one that would resemble a drug-addict...deprived of their drugs. At least he didn't smell of alcohol or cigarettes, he just looked run-down and grumpy.
(SUCKY! Sorry!)
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Post by Cissnei on Feb 17, 2008 23:06:03 GMT -5
((Is grounded, so half-thought out post))
Reno's careless tone and the obvious fact he was not surprised nor worried by the appearance of the dark haired man with eyes the color of blood somehow... Didn't reassure her too much; After all, with his recent behavior, which showed that it could be possible that he didn't care at all right now. As unfortunate as it was, Cissnei had to take that into consideration.
Hazel eyes flickered away from Vincent for one moment to Reno, a worried look passing over her face in the slightest moment before returning to the intruder. This man... Worried her. Not only where they extremely high up--The Turk's offices where situated on the 60th story-- But there was something else too, something that he gave off; Like how Reno was usually silly and Rude Stotic..His 'aura', you could say.
Cissnei was not scared. No, her time at Shin-Ra had taught her that fear was a useless emotion. Wary? Cautious? uncomfortable? Yes, but not frightened. Her face remained a calm mask, eyes trained on the Gunslinger. He had yet to make a move that was threating... other than his appearance, of course, which was a feat in itself.
Suddenly, a hand on the Female Turks' shoulder alerted her that someone else had joined them. “Put your weapon away, Cissnei.”
Turning her head to look at the speaker, she was surprised to find Tseng standing behind her. Was everyone planning to show up in Reno's office? Obediently, the young woman lowered Rekka, allowing herself to hold the Shurikun loosely at her side. She lowered he eyes away from him toward the floor, listening to the exchange going on between the apparently familiar man Named Vincent Valentine and The Turks' Leader. At least he was distracted and hadn't mentioned her breach of dress code... Yet. And finally, when the older redheaded Turk Attempted to get past her, Cissnei blinked out of her half-listening state and slid over and away from the doorway, leaving the Wuati man as Reno's only obstacle.
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Post by Tseng on Feb 23, 2008 14:26:39 GMT -5
The slightest smile, so faint it was barely there at all, lingered on Tseng’s lips for a moment at Vincent’s response to his greeting. He had not expected any kind of warmth from the man with the blood-red mantle, and so he was neither surprised nor offended by the rather blunt words. “It would seem so. And your contribution to that cannot be overlooked. I never had a chance to express my gratitude before, and I’m sure Elena, were she here now, would be happy for the chance to thank you, also.” The look he shot at Reno, as the red-head lobbed the flask out of the window, was a mixture of amusement and concern. That hadn’t been quite what he meant by “getting rid of it”, but it worked, he supposed, and was certainly one way of removing the temptation. Here’s hoping there was nobody passing below the window when the flask reached the ground over sixty storeys down. “Ah, please forgive Reno,” Tseng said coolly, as he turned his attention back to Vincent, speaking as though Reno wasn’t there at all, although it was not with the intention of disrespecting the red-head; it was just his manner of speaking. “He’s been going through a difficult time, recently. I’m sure you understand.” Ah, but how to explain what had been happening recently? In spite of all of the Turk’s intelligence gathering and investigations, the recent events, and the reason for those events, were still nowhere near certain. Of course, hesitating for too long would cause suspicion, and with somebody like Vincent Valentine, that was never a good thing, so he began speaking immediately, calculating what was acceptable to disclose, and what was not, as he spoke. “I’m not certain of how much you know, so for now I’ll assume it to be nothing of the current situation. Concerning your companions, I do not know the whereabouts of all of them, unfortunately. Cloud Strife is presently comatose in the medical facilities here in ShinRa headquarters. It has been reported that Tifa Lockhart and the children who were staying with her and Cloud in Edge are all well. Yuffie Kisaragi was caught on CCTV, infiltrating this building, nearly two weeks ago. You may also be interested to hear that we encountered Aerith Gainsborough, in Junon, a little over a week ago.” Pausing as Reno made for the door, he raised his eyebrows in feigned exasperation at the red-headed Turk’s non-too-subtle cough and impertinent gesture, even if it was less disrespectful than snapping at he and Cissnei to move or simply pushing past. He did not move from the doorway, remaining instead where he was, blocking off the red-head’s retreat. “Actually, Reno, I would prefer if you remained here. It was you whom I came here to speak to, after all. Have you heard? The boiler has broken down,” he added, making a point of addressing the question to both Reno and Cissnei, acting as though he had no idea that it was Reno who had destroyed the boiler, and therefore making it perfectly obvious that he did in fact know. Considering for a moment, Tseng’s dark eyes scanned the room once more, before returning to rest on the man with eyes the colour of blood. He wasn’t certain what Rufus would have to say about either Vincent’s presence, or his own willingness to divulge information to this ultimately rather unpredictable man. Was he a fool to trust Vincent Valentine? No, he didn’t think so, although as a Turk, he should have been far more chary of such honesty. There was no doubting Gunslinger was highly dangerous, but he was also, above all, a good man, no matter what scars he bore. And certainly, Tseng was the Director of ShinRa’s Department of Administrative Research – the Turks – and controlled the greater part of ShinRa’s intelligence. So, technically, he could disclose what information he wished, at his own discretion. And surely the President trusted his judgement; if he did not, Tseng would not be in charge of the department. Making his decision, the Wutaian man gave a brief nod, before continuing. “Perhaps it would be more comfortable discussing the recent events in my office? After all, a great deal has happened over these past weeks, and it may take a while to bring you up to date.” However, he did not move to leave Reno’s office, instead striding further into the room so he was not blocking the door. Of course, he could not allow Vincent to be seen wandering ShinRa HQ alone; not without security (rather belatedly) noticing that someone had infiltrated the building. “Cissnei, if you would, please escort Mr. Valentine to my office… and pick up your jacket and tie on the way, if you could. We have a visitor, after all, and an image to uphold; something that I have been trying to remind Reno of for far longer than should be entirely necessary. I will be with you shortly.” ((Damned hard in these kinds of RPs to makes sure everyone has something to reply to. ))
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Vincent
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Post by Vincent on Feb 23, 2008 15:53:13 GMT -5
"Hm."
That was the curt noise accompanied by a slight nod from Vincent, not making any outward display at Tseng's words until the very end. Save for a bit of surprise in his eyes at hearing Aerith had somehow returned from death. After learning exactly WHY Cloud was comatose, he might ask questions concerning the last Cetra's return. But perhaps not, since he of all people should not have been very surprised at people coming back from the grave.
One thing that did NOT surprise him were the words concerning Yuffie, that little theif.
Yes, how 'affectionate' of him to think of her that way.
Either way, the man she did not fear strode up to thhe woman with an efficent yet somewhat relaxed looking gait to his walk. Somehow all at once it allowed him to move gracefully, his crimson cloaker waver, and hair to very lightly bounce. All of it mrrely so he could follow an attractive young woman to an empty office. It was something he alone might be able to do without any suspecting him of trying to do with ulterior motives. No one could imagine even withhow he was handsome in a dark way, that he would ever try to seduce anyone.
But killing them was another story, as he stood three feet from Cissnei waiting for her to lead the way.
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