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Character(s): Rodney St. Germain … Rod(M) or Player A and whoever else joins. (Aki? Elena? Bored Turks?)
Content: Niflheim station to the Central Station.
Setting: Central Station
Time: Late-afternoon
Warnings: None yet

Rod disliked trains. In fact, he disliked any machine he wasn’t in control of. He was not the sit and ride sort. Besides, he was trying to figure out how he was going to explain trading away the President’s car keys for a train ticket. He’d try to give the man some gil, but that had been ignored. When the guy had seen Rod’s keychain, he’d offered him a ticket for a few of them. There had been no sorrow in parting with Rude’s carkey and Veld’s office key (which he wasn’t supposed to have a copy of), but the President’s worried him.

Well, according to Elena and Aki, they were stuck here anyways, but if he did somehow find himself back in Midgar, he was going to take the old standby of blaming Reno.

“I don’t know how it happened, Sir, but Reno bumped into me in the hall and then I found that my keys and wallet were missing,” he muttered to himself. That sounded like a good excuse to him. Everyone knew that Reno was nothing more than a thief. Letting that concern go, he stared out the window in clear boredom until they announced the arrival at Central Station.

“Finally,” he growled as he got the hell off the train. Rod didn’t see how people rode them all the time. It would drive him crazy. Looking around, he didn’t see any black suits among the rushing people yet.

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The freight train pulled into a different section of Central Station, allowing for the general public to commute without the ugly face of industrial materials under their nose. Jumping off the train was a piece of cake for Elena, but a blonde girl in a sharp suit wasn't so easy to blend in among the boiler-suited railroad workers. She had therefore resorted to the classic 'knock someone out and steal their clothes' routine.

However, by the time she'd slipped out of the freight area and into the general station among the general populace she again looked out of place. But this time as a blonde girl in a boiler suit that hung too low between her legs and didn't quite stretch far enough across her chest. She darted across to a tall pillar and slunk behind it looking for somewhere discreet to change beack into her trademark Turk suit.

"Please, please, please" she thought to herself, "Don't let any of the others see me like this!"

The mumble of passers by and the sudden snap of a mae voice caught Elena's ear and she peered round from behind the pillar. Although it had been years since she was a kid who'd met her sister's fellow Turks, she recognised Rod. Strange how he hadn't aged, but she had matured from being the high school student into a fully-fledged Turk.

Her head sank a little and she let out a sigh. With her options running out she had no choice but to reveal her location, and current scruffy appearance. She pulled down a cap to shadow her brown eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Pssst..." she hissed, leaning out from her hiding place, "Rodney!" she let out before slinking back behind the post & turning bright red in the cheeks.

Rod gave the twitching guy on the ground one last look before snorting. If he his EMR on a higher setting, he could understand all the drama, but it had been on its lowest! It wasn’t as if the guy had even gotten a long charge. And yet, there he was flopping about like a beached fish. Idiot. With a shrug of his shoulders, he started on down the platform, looking for Elena. He barely remembered her, only the blonde hair standing out in his memory. He was willing to bet that the scabby knees and sulking look was gone now too. Wow, but what would her sister think of she knew?

Running a hand impatiently through his hair, he’d been about to tase someone else when he heard his name. There was the source, that guy lurking in the shadows. Hmmm. Slinking closer, he eyed her up and down, nose wrinkling up in distaste.

“You know, usually I don’t go for the grubby sort…”

Leaning down a little further to get a peek under the cap, he joined Elena in being red-faced. Oh no, he didn’t just proposition not only a female but his co-worker’s little… strike that… not so little sister.

He was saved further shaming himself in replying when he heard Myra’s voice. Eyeing her, he waved his e-mag at her in what he considered to be a threatening way despite the fact he was younger and generally one of the shorter Turks at his 5’6 height.

“Now Myra, be nice. It’s her little sister, Elena! Or so she says. It’s really fucked up, lemme tell ya.”

This was turning out to be far from an average day. Hit on and insulted all in the space of a few seconds... The former of which she wasn't used to at all. Her scowl at the latter couldn't hide her blushes. Her ambarrasment pretty evident for all... but still she looked just as sulky as she did all those years ago.

Avoiding eye contact with Rod, she crossed her arms under her chest as she turned to address Myra; subconsciously emphasising the strain of her chest against the boiler suit. "Elena." Shortest introduction possible.

"You worked with my sister. You should remember her; looked a lot like me, was also good with a gun. She died years ago." She paused before breaking the bad news to Myra, "So did you. Most of the Turks you know are dead except for Tseng... and Reno & Rude." She grumbled out their names.

"There's only four of us now" she glanced briefly at Rod, "'Fucked up' enough for you?"

So far, the attacks had gone exactly as planned. She had encountered and fought against two of the "visitors" and had thoroughly tested their abilities. One of them could've been dead by now for all she knew, but it wasn't like the Organization would miss him.

With the Nobodies pretty much attacking everything that moved, Larxene figured that it was finally for her to engage in some "other" activities. She was now on the hunt for a specific group of people. They were known as the "Turks" and their numbers continued to grow, with both old and new members arriving in Paixao.

After exchanging comments with Kadaj, she set out to the center area. Eventually, she found three of them. Two females and one male… They were talking to each other about things that she probably didn't care about.

With crossed arms and her hood covering her face, she continued to observe them from her spot on top of one of the nearby buildings. She’d wait until one of them would notice her…

"Gargoyle?"

Elena had seen some strange things since her arrival in Paixao, but none of them had been as ugly as a gargoyle. Hell, even the Nobodies were sleek & graceful in their own destructive way. So it seemed strange that there should be anything like that here...

She picked up the sack containing her suit and reached inside for her gun. Slipping it inside her boiler-suit pocket she kept her hand on it as she edged slowly around the pillar to get a clearer view of the mysterious carving. With her weapon concealed & in her hand, all her previous thoughts of family, the president, or embarrasing misconceptions disappeared as her brain switched to work-mode.

Gargoyle? Statue?

Larxene never really expected much from other people as far as their intelligence went. But honestly... The boy's stupidity aside, she watched as the other blonde woman showed signs of caution. Now that was more like it.

"Well isn't this fortunate." She walked closer to edge of the roof, looking going over each of them for a moment. "Here I was hoping that I'd get to met some of the Turks that are being talked about so much."

Professionals or not, they all seemed to be just ordinary humans, so the thought about surrounding them with a large amount of Nobodies did come to her. However, Larxene had taken a “special” interest in the Turks and wanted to deal with them personally.

Besides, three against one were good odds for her.

He was not willing to admit that he had fallen asleep in that bench. Of course, it had been a beautiful sleep (could you expect anything less?) but he had prided himself in being on his toes for anything. This time... was an exception. It was was a fortunate time, as no other Turks had seen his mishap. Thank goodness.

Glancing down at his watch, Aki noted it was quite late. The bespectacled Turk had been waiting for a while now, and there was still no sign of the President or ~~beautiful, wonderful, sweet, lovely~~ Sabra. Making a noise of mild irritation and disappointment, he stood and stretched, back arching much like a graceful cat. A quick survey of the area and he heard voices nearby. Adjusting his tie with one hand and gripping the handle of his weapon of choice with the other, the scarred man went to look for the source.

Only a few stealthy steps later and he found it. In the form of Rodney, Myra, the little sister of a Turk he couldn't remember the name of, and....

...a bug woman. Who was possibly the ugliest thing he had ever seen. Hideous, more like. She seemed rather hostile too. He was inclined to think that if she didn't get killed by Rodney's ~~stupidity~~ EMR in the imminent battle, then Aki would have to kill her out of pity. Really. How could she live with the knowledge that she physically resembled a cockroach?

Good Planet, the image was terrifying.

Still in the ill-fitting boiler suit, Elena narrowed her eyes as she sized up Larxene. She didn't know who she was, or why her hair was as gravity-defying as Cloud's blond-heaven reaching spikes, but she could tell this girl was looking for trouble.

Stepping clear of the pillar she was previously hidden behind, and away from Rod & Myra; Elena positioned herself so that she could get a clear shot if need be. Shoulders back, chest out, and her body slightly at an angle to the statue-esque figure above them; she wished she was back in her Turk suit to give the stance a more greater sense of authority.

"So you know who we are, but who are you?" She demanded.

Rod pushed his hair out of his face with one hand, swinging his EMR in the other as he stared up at the woman. If it weren’t for those two flips of hair sprouting out weirdly, she might be kinda cute. Might have been. What would she want to meet Turks for though? And who the heck was she?

Aki’s form was caught out of the cornre of his eye, waving to the man with a grin before resettling his attention on the blonde woman atop. He liked Aki. Granted, the man usually left him a little puzzled on the things he talked about, but Rod considered him to not be a bad sort. Besides, he was easy on the eyes. Rod might be shallow in that area, but at least he kept it to himself.

He grinned cheerfully to Myra even while he did watch the woman. “Maybe she’s part of a fanclub?”

Unlike the others, Rod might have had his weapon in hand, but he wasn’t aggressive with it yet. For all he knew, this woman might be able to explain a few things to them. She might be on their side. Besides, Elena already had her gun out and Myra looked ready to commence hurting someone badly.

“Yeah, we’re the Turks. Who are you?” he called out up to her.

Another Turk had arrived. A good fight would make her day, especially after the rather easy victories she held already.

Who knows, a four-on-one might actually make her break a sweat.

Every one of them was now focused on her presence, which meant it was just about to begin the show. "Me? I'm nobody of importance." She raised her arm and held it out towards the guy with the messy reddish-brown hair and his female companion behind him. "I just hate Turks and want to see all of you dead, that's all."

Sparks and electricity began to gather around her hand. The amount grew larger and denser until it left her arm entirely and traveled straight to the two Turks...

"..."

He lacked a quick comeback to the comment about hating them all, but then again, one wasn't necessarily needed. The build-up of electricity on her arm put him on guard quick. One didn't become a Turk by waiting for bad shit to happen. A flick started his EMR charging, the stink of ozone tainting the air with the matching crackle of electricity.

He had been about to get aside when the freight train that was Myra hit him, matching the staccato cough of Elena's gun firing. He did yelp then because being shocked by his own weapon when sent into an unexpected tumble was not one of his favourite things. All right, so he wasn't as great with the e-mag as he should have been.

At least Reno wasn't there to laugh at him.

"Ya got the part about me owing you right."

Getting to his feet and convincing his body that it didn't hurt as much as he thought it did, he scowled up at the woman. Down here, he was at a disadvantage as well. His weapon was made for shocking the hell out of someone while beating them senseless. Drawing back to the cover of a pillar, he watched the cockroach woman, ready to pull back should she send another bolt down at him.

"I got outta bed for this?"

Pulling away her hand before the bullet hit, Larxene turned her head in the direction the shot had been fired from.

Someone with a gun; it would be a good idea to take her out first to keep her from being annoying.

The insects were starting to move and scatter around, and so would Larxene. Lifting herself several inches above the ground, she levitated off the rooftop and towards the street below, landing several feet away from the group of Turks. "You must not have good hearing, because I already told you guys that I was nobody. Now stop talking and let's enjoy this."

Putting her hands together, Larxene raised them high into the air. Like before, electricity began to surge around her arms and was being concentrated in front of where her hands had joined. Growing in size and power (which was much more than before), the Nobody discharged the blast, sending it right through the middle of the street.

This attack wasn't just a powered-up version of the one before it, oh no. There was something else too. Shorting after being released by Larxene, the electricity divided itself into three separate bolts, with two of them speeding towards a Turk, and the third one looking to make contact with the gun the other woman was holding.

Guns made such good conductors nowadays.

It felt like everything started at once. A moment ago, there had been stillness and a sort of uneasy tension. Now there was crackling bolts of lightning, dodging, yells, and well... still tension. All of his muscles reacted in the same fashion, coiled like a spring at first, before they were let loose. As a more sniper-esque persona, Aki's first thought went to finding a good hiding space. One where he could see, shoot, and duck all at once. Train stations did not offer such, much to his dismay.

Well, those stone columns would do. The scarred Turk only hoped there were enough for him to repetitively duck behind. Catlike, he made his way to the first column, back facing the fight, but still attentive. Taking a glance over his shoulder, Aki noted the positions of each member on the field.

Larxene was prowling forward, while Myra was trying to attack head-on. Nothing he hadn't expected there. Myra was mostly action and no words. Elena was down for a moment, gun having clattered just out of her reach. She would make it through, the blonde had seen worse.

As for Rod... well, Rod was Rod. Nothing new there.

Shifting to his left and peering out, he took careful aim, gunpoint aimed straight at the bug woman's shoulder. The power was concentrated in her arms, so he figured he'd put at least one out of commission. A crack resounded through the air as the bullet left the barrel, and his hand immediately went down.

No use in letting the cockroach use his gun as an electrical conductor as well.

"Myra, watch it!"

“Yeah, I did, thanks to someone hitting me like a runaway train!”

Peering out from behind his pillar, Rodney’s eyes narrowed down. What the hell was that bitch that she was able to throw down lightening like that at them? He hadn’t seen any materia in her hand or anything that would be able to launch attacks like that. While the others rushed her, he stood back, watching and searching for a weakness. If he went running in as well, he’d end up getting tangled with someone else. Despite how stupid or foolish the others thought him, Rod had been running his own street gang before becoming a Turk, something he would have told them wasn’t an activity a dumb person could manage. It took some strategy and thought before jumping in.

And then that bitch let loose her attack.

Electricity sizzled up into him, the Turk taking the hit from the cockroach woman. By now, one would think that he and electricity would be good friends. The only thing he had to be thankful for right now was the fact that the stone pillar he’d been behind had taken the worst of it. Stone did make a good insulator if nothing else. His nails rasped over it as he rode out the pain. Like all things, even pain came to end eventually. Damn but that woman was strong.

Snapping back on his EMR, Rodney tried to ignore the scent of fried him as he slunk out. Myra had her in direct combat, Elena was down, and Aki was somewhere off to his side. Moving around to the side, teeth clenched against the electrical burns lacing him, Rod tried to get behind the cockroach woman. His instructors at Shin-Ra Military Academy had always complained that he used an expensive piece of equipment like an EMR more like a thug would a lead pipe than like Reno did.

When she had her back to him, Rod charged, swinging his EMR and trying to catch the cockroach woman in the rib area.

So much for breaking a sweat.

Though it was now a three on one, Larxene still held the advantage with her speed, thunder magic, and pretty much everything else she could think of. She wasn’t even worried in the least when one of them displayed the ability to cure others. It only meant that she would get to hurt the blonde some more! She would have to thank her for giving her the extra opportunity.

And she knew the perfect way…

Sprinting into a charge herself, Larxene jumped high off the ground. Head-on rushes were so easy to predict. Soon enough, her trajectory had placed her directly above the feisty little girl. She readied her knives, but found herself having to abandon her position in the air after hearing a gunshot.

Landing away from the Turks, she looked at her shoulder, where the bullet had just managed to graze through her coat.

“Is this all you guys can do to me?” She then made a note to keep an eye on the one who had fired that shot at her…

Coughing off the remanents of the electric shock & the Cure Materia, Elena took a brief moment to bow the lingering smoke away fromthe palm of her hand.

The blast of Aki's shot gun rang through the air and Elena cursed herself, "Damn it, pull yourself together, girl". She heaved herself off the floor and ran low across the floor, scooping up her pistol & swooped behind a bench. Laying low she reloaded & flick bits of charred flesh off the gun. Looking around the inside of the station she spotted a rather heavy looking cast iron chandalier hanging from the ceiling. Watching Larxene's movements she hunched down behind the bench & waited for the Nobody to move under the heavy light-hanging...

OOC: Sorry for the wait guys. Have home access now. Should speed things up again

The rest of the battle went by without much change.

Though they all tried various tactics, Larxene's abilities and control over lightning was just too much for the Turks and their completely average human bodies to handle. Eventually, they got tired out while Larxene proclaimed that she was "just getting started".

While she would've continued until they were all dead, the Nobody reminded herself that she was only supposed to stall them while Kadaj did what he had to.

Satisfied with how she had handled them, Larxene put her knives away and said her goodbyes before disappearing, leaving her opponents there to pick themselves and wonder how they had all been beaten by just one woman.

[OOC: I'll edit this if anybody has a problem with it.]

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