Reunion. [Active]

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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 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."