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paixaorpg2006-05-06 11:19 am
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Entry tags:
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.
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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"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.