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paixaorpg2006-10-10 07:03 pm
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Hi ho, hi ho... [Active]
Character(s): Lorie, Sabra, and Rufus.
Content: Lorie and Sabs leave the cafe, only to run into, somewhat literally, the president himself. :')
Setting: Just outside a Cafe Ersesat, then heading to the train station~
Time: Um... dayish?
Warnings: BAM. 8D
Well, after about an hour of comment-warring via the journals (Lorelei looked up and across at Sabra every now and then, watching her relatively dull expression which seemed to be unable to waiver, while she was full of giggles, blushes and soft "oh my's"), the thread had died down and, laughing softly, the blonde shut her journal and began to stand. "I think we should get going, then. We'll have to be out of this place so Rufus will be able to see us."
Slipping the small black object into her pocket, she bent down to hoist her shotgun-cannon onto her shoulder, and began to head for the door, but not before glancing over at the people who were still huddled up, frightened. She sighed, and shook her head. "You guys can relax now, all of the white things are gone. We have to get going though... don't worry about repaying us, we were only doing our job, hehe!" With that, she gave them a double-fingered salute, and continued on.
"I can't wait to see everyone again!" she chirped gleefully as stepped up to the door and nudged away all of the tables and chairs, after that beginning to push it open. "Do you think Mr. Rufus looks any different now?" she asked, giggling girlishly.
Once the door was clear, she placed her hand on her shoulder to steady her weapon, and promptly gave a swift kick to the wood to force the exit open. "You know, I bet he's grown a few inches since we last saw—"
Content: Lorie and Sabs leave the cafe, only to run into, somewhat literally, the president himself. :')
Setting: Just outside a Cafe Ersesat, then heading to the train station~
Time: Um... dayish?
Warnings: BAM. 8D
Well, after about an hour of comment-warring via the journals (Lorelei looked up and across at Sabra every now and then, watching her relatively dull expression which seemed to be unable to waiver, while she was full of giggles, blushes and soft "oh my's"), the thread had died down and, laughing softly, the blonde shut her journal and began to stand. "I think we should get going, then. We'll have to be out of this place so Rufus will be able to see us."
Slipping the small black object into her pocket, she bent down to hoist her shotgun-cannon onto her shoulder, and began to head for the door, but not before glancing over at the people who were still huddled up, frightened. She sighed, and shook her head. "You guys can relax now, all of the white things are gone. We have to get going though... don't worry about repaying us, we were only doing our job, hehe!" With that, she gave them a double-fingered salute, and continued on.
"I can't wait to see everyone again!" she chirped gleefully as stepped up to the door and nudged away all of the tables and chairs, after that beginning to push it open. "Do you think Mr. Rufus looks any different now?" she asked, giggling girlishly.
Once the door was clear, she placed her hand on her shoulder to steady her weapon, and promptly gave a swift kick to the wood to force the exit open. "You know, I bet he's grown a few inches since we last saw—"
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Caught up in his own planning, Rufus barely heard the Turk leave, his eyes moving over the small screen before him. Occasionally, he would type something, but otherwise he was simply reading and trying to outmaneuver Tseng. That in itself wasn’t exactly an easy task. To be fair, he had expected resistance, but having Sephiroth simply drop out of the sky at the Central Station would have been much more dangerous.
Rufus Shinra didn’t fear much of anything or anyone, but he did Sephiroth. His father’s passing hadn’t affected him in the least, but the method of murder and who had committed it had stayed with him. Security around his office was always tight due to that. Tseng and Reno were right on several of their points. He had to give them that. Balancing out the benefits of having Sephiroth with them versus with Kadaj though made him willing to take the chance.
The sudden rocking of the train brought him out of his thoughts. Grabbing the bar next to him, Rufus pocketed his journal and held on. It figured that the one time he took public transportation that it would break down. A curse was uttered under his breath as he stood after things ground to a halt.
This was just not turning out to be his day.
By the time Sabra returned, annoyance was plainly written on his face, blue eyes narrowed down. “We cannot afford a delay at present. How far are we from the station?”
He really must be in a rush if the Shinra heir was willing to walk.