paixaorpg | Reunion. [Active]

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Reunion. [Active]

Character(s): Rufus and the Turks.
Content: They meet up to figure out wtf is going on.
Setting: Vanaheim Station [F3]
Time: Sunday, midday.
Warnings: None.

Hopefully, he had escaped the crazy girl successfully. She wasn't so bad, but Rufus really had other business to attend to at the moment and his main concern was assembling his Turks and getting things in order. Perhaps they knew what was going on – they were all present, after all. Either way, he was really going to need some explanations...

The trek back to the gate had winded him. It made him feel slightly pathetic, but when one was ridden with the star-scar syndrome, it was a little difficult to be any different. He came to the Vanaheim Station the littlest bit out of breath, his good hand pressed gently to his chest as he walked and remained as calm and controlled as possible.

Rufus looked around he area once or twice, just in case he'd see a familiar face, but when his efforts went fruitless, he took to simply heading over to a bench up against the outside of the station and sitting there for now. His hand still rested on his chest, while the other was at his side.

They had better hurry up.

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Tseng barely remembered anything of the trip down to Vanaheim where the President had ordered them to report to, nor of what he had been doing for the past day or two; the only thing on his mind was Rufus, and whether or not he was safe. He knew he didn't have to worry about the rest of the Turks, they were fully capable of taking care of themselves.

As the train pulled into the station, Tseng was already waiting impatiently at the carriage door. A quick look out the window before they stopped completely revealed no sign of the President within the station, and neither did a slightly more thorough check of the place. The Turk stepped outside, catching sight of a familiar figure resting on a bench not too far away from the entrance, a hand pressed against his chest.

Tseng made his way over, brow furrowing in concern as he approached the blond; only now did he notice just how thin the man had become ever since the damned disease had hit-

-and also the lack of the wheelchair.

The Wutaian knew that in his weakened state, even the least strenuous things like simple walking could prove extremely tiring for the President. It wouldn't do for him to be without the wheelchair at all, especially not if they were going to be running around wildly in this place.

He came to a stop next to Rufus, softly clearing his throat as he addressed the President in a voice a tad rusty from disuse. "Apologies for the delay, sir. Are you alright?"

But conveniently before Rufus could answer, the characterisric click of Elena's fast pace in her slightly-heeled shoes came distinctly within their range. The Turk's journal was tucked under her arm, still not fully put away from the time she had spent emailing from it while riding the train. And as she turned the corner- vaguely but not exactly certrain of where the meeting was to take place- she was still packing the thing away in her purse as she turned the corner a corner and was almost immediately right with the two.

Blinking in surprise to see both men all of a sudden, Elena hurriedly finished thrusting the journal back into her purse and drew herself up into an official stance of attention. "Elena reporting, sirs," she said, casting both of them a questioning, worried look. She wasn't sure why this meeting had been called, but she could only hope that it wasn't over anything too serious.

"Tseng," Rufus said, his eyes immediately widening at the sight of him. His presence was... more than appreciated, and some odd ball of tension slowly unknotted within him - there were several others, but for now, he knew in the very least that it was true that his Turks were all right. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he said to him - really wondering how moments ago he was so composed, in front of that stupid girl, but now when he was actually found he looked so pathetic. Murphy's law, he supposed.

Elena was a second blessing. There was even the slightest hint of smile on his face as he saw the girl come into view, and he let out a sigh of relief as yet another one of his Turks was returned to him. "Elena," he simply said in acknowledgement of her.

Just two more.

The Wutaian nodded slightly in response to Elena before turning back to the President. Fine? Rufus looked more of a complete mess than anything else.

Tseng reached over and gently wiped away the beads of sweat that had formed on the porcelain-pale skin, noticing for the first time in a long while the dark not-bruises that spanned the left side of the blond's face, the slight cloudiness of his one dead eye, and then the obvious lack of his boss' eyepatch. "Are you sure your eye is okay, sir?"

Frowning in confusion but not wanting to overstep her boundaries, Elena tilted her head and took a small, barely noticeable step to her right so that she could see over Tseng's shoulder. Her eyes widening at the sight, Elena's mind had already raced away from any boundaries and towards concern for her President as she took a step forward.

"What happened, sir? Are you alright?" the woman asked, her worrysome gaze travelling from Rufus to Tseng to back to Rufus again, hoping for some sort of explanation. She gripped Vincent's gun tighter- mentally chastising herself again for forgetting to give it back before rushing off here- and looked again at the man's wounds.

Nobody did that to anyone in Shinra, much less the President, and got away with it. It sounded like mission time.

Upon the commentary, Rufus instinctively squinted his bad eye and turned his head down, almost shamefully. "Quite all right, Tseng. Quite all right." And Elena's concern, as much as it was appreciated, was enough to edge him on to becoming slightly irritated at the entire situation. He knew he was being unreasonable, but the entire ordeal was quite understandably frustrating.

Both of his brows furrowed and he sighed, repeating himself sharply, "I'm fine."

Picking up the obvious irritation in the President's voice, all he could do was nod in reply. "Very well, sir."

The oddities in Elena's behavior just seemed to be getting worse everytime she spoke up, and Tseng made a mental note to himself to talk to her about it as soon as everything had settled down. For now, though, they were still waiting for the other two Turks to show up; hopefully they wouldn't be all day. Reno and Rude did have the tendency to disregard the value of time.

There was a long pause in which everyone was quiet, Elena sensing the chastise in Rufus' voice as clearly as if he had yelled at her. But the President was silent, and Tseng was as well... and Elena was already bitter at Reno.

The blonde shouldered her newly-reclaimed purse spitefully, and couldn't help but say simply, almost scared, "... I don't know if Reno and Rude are coming, sir. Reno's had... trouble, with his journal. And if it's not working right, he won't know the area well enough to make it here in time to whatever it was you had in mind." Her voice was timid, official, and respectful as she added an almost-forgotten, "...sir."

[I suppose trying to wait on Reno and Rude ISN'T a good idea, lawl.]

Rufus looked over to Elena, arched a brow... and then sighed, shaking his head slowly as he looked off in some other direction. "That was to be expected, I suppose," he said, an obvious tone of disappointment in his voice. "Considering how unorganized he sounded when I spoke with him over those things."

He was silent for a moment, then idly thought-- slipping his own journal out from his pocket and eyeing it over. Perhaps he was simply desperate for conversation now that didn't have to do with them being lost, Reno's lack of responsibility, or his illness. "These journals are quite useful. ShinRa could greatly benefit from technology like this."

[Uhh, does Tseng-mun know that this is still active? O.o]

yes omg I just made it through one hell of a week; and I'm back! yaaay. Sorry about the wait and all DX

Tseng inclined his head slightly in reply as the President spoke. He understood what was going through Rufus' mind at this point, however, it was hardly a good place to merely sit and chat; Tseng doubted that he intended to spend the night (or the next few nights) here at a random bench beside the train station. The man needed to rest, and he was definitely not going to get any just waiting around here.

"Perhaps, sir," he started, "we should move to a more.. comfortable place before any further discussion? There seems to be a place that would provide suitable accomodation nearby, according to the map; and I'm fairly certain Reno and Rude would be able to find us there."

Almost too intimidated to speak, Elena relegated herself to merely nodding in agreement with Tseng as she looked over to Rufus. She was struck again with his wounds, and wondered what exactly was going on that caused her to feel so... out of the loop. Even more than normal, for a rookie like herself.

"... I think that's a good idea, sir," Elena said, addressing both of the men. For now she would just follow and do whatever she was told. After all, that was her job. She could ask Tseng about what had happened to Rufus at a later time.

Rufus stared blankly ahead for a few moments, and then sighed slowly, nodding. "We'll do that, then," he said dismissively, apparently too tired for anymore irritation. His face melted into something softer, more tired-- a somewhat weak visage he only dared show around those he held close to him. Those individuals, were, of course, his Turks.

Slowly, he moved to begin to stand. "Let's get going then," he said softly.

Tseng nodded slightly. "Yes, sir."

A check on the map again revealed the nearest hotel - The Actua Are, it was called - to be a rather conveniently short distance away (at least, in comparison to the other hotels) just southwest of their current location.

He navigated the network again, leaving a message on Reno's journal (while trying to ignore the rather disturbing drawing on the most recent entry. The fact that the female, or at least he assumed that it was female, looked curiously like Aerith made it all the more disturbing) before slipping it back into his pocket, then gesturing in the general direction of their destination. "It's this way, sir."

As they began the walk, Elena glanced over at Rufus once, quickly. Not wanting to risk pissing the boss off, the blond sped up to fall into stride alongside Tseng before asking her question quietly.

"Um, sir? Is... the President okay? I must have appeared here in Paixao before whatever happened, happened," Elena said, a little worry showing through in her whisper. Hopefully she wasn't in trouble for being gone during the scene- she already felt guilty enough herself for having missed it, whether she could have helped it or not.

Rufus furrowed his brows, but he did not look at either of them. Something was a miss.

Even if Elena had made an attempt to be quiet, the President's ears were sharp-- he replied to her, with a monotone voice and a blank face: "It's the geostigma, Elena," perhaps in attempt to show the two of them he wasn't ashamed of it... even if he was.

To think, the President, reduced to a cripple.

Used to this by now, Tseng simply nodded silently in response to the young blonde. "I will talk with you about this later, Elena; for now, let the matter rest."

He certainly hoped she would; any more conversation about it would most probably not sit very well with the President.

That done, his attention was focused on Rufus. Should his legs give way... he had to be there to make sure he didn't fall. The man could still walk, definitely, but Tseng was not exactly sure of how long he'd be able to hold out.

Elena nodded, more confused than ever. As if this place weren't weird enough, apparently the President was sick with something or in some kind of danger. It really bothered the girl that she was apparently supposed to know what this 'Geostigma' was, and even moreso that she didn't know how serious it was or wasn't.

But then again, this clearly wasn't the time to be asking. And so the blonde simply nodded in agreement and obedience to the man and shut up for now.

[>> << XD; Oops.

I think it may be time to start a new thread now, of them getting to a hotel now... yes/no? :D?]

[YES. XD

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