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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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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."