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Post by oerbayunfang on Jun 21, 2011 16:52:33 GMT -5
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TODAY WE FIGHT For ourselves and for others. For what we believe in, not what we're told. To survive this war, is the price we pay, for all of our sacrifice.|Fang|
Her feet strolled down the somewhat unkempt concrete sidewalk. She had to admit, Edge wasn't terrible, but it wasn't pleasant either. If anything, it was more pleasant than a crystallized Oerba crawling with Cie'th. A few pieces of trash were littered here and there, a run down building lay abandoned, and sometimes a few homeless littered the streets. Fang kept her cool as she walked through the new world.
To be honest it was what Cocoon may have looked like if it had been during a war. All those pretty places like Eden sure wouldn't stand up to something like this. Those stuck up royalty and the like wouldn't be able to stand a day without having a 'proper' meal along with servitude at their every beckon and call. If anything, Edge reminded her of Gran Pulse in a way. It wasn't exactly the best comparison, but Edge certainly didn't appear as safe as it could be. Her eyes wandered around to a few kids playing tag around a broken fire hydrant while the parents stood by chatting.
Fang couldn't help but notice that she was the one that stood out. By stand out, she didn't mean just a little. Oh no. She meant quite a bit. Her clothes were anything but ordinary for a place like Edge along with her demeanor and mannerisms she carried. Fang's footsteps came to a halt as she felt a light tap against her leg. She glanced down to notice a small ball which had rolled up next to her. The rubbery ball was a little worn, but still in decent shape. Tilting her head, Fang noticed a small group of children who were all gazing upon her.
She must have been a little bit intimidating or something but one boy started to walk over and get the ball. Fang kicked the ball up with her foot and grabbed it mid air. "Now, you might want to be a little more careful next time hmm?" A small smile spread across her face as she tossed the ball to the boy. He smiled and simply nodded before returning to his friends. The others were seemingly relieved as he ran back with the ball.
In a few more footsteps, Fang found a small bar that was rather dull. She glanced through the dusty windows and noticed only a handful of people inside. It certainly was nothing like Bodhum's bar at the beach, but perhaps it would do. Taking a step inside with her red lance in tow, Fang was stopped by the bartender's words. "Yer going to have to check that weapon at the door." Fang eyed the man for a moment. Her eye brow rose out of slight suspicion, but understood the man's worry. Of course she'd be fine with a little fist fight, but the sentimental value of her weapon from home was something she had grown attached to.
"I hate to break it to you, but I think I'll keep it just fine.Besides, who knows what kind of trouble I'll run in to yeah?" Fang held a hand against her hip as she waited for the bartender to ponder her words. His brow furrowed as if conflicting with the strife inside before nodding. "Ai, but I'll be keeping an eye on ya." Fang nodded graciously before striding to the bar counter. Her hand rested the red lance against the counter as her numerous bracelets jingled around.
"I don't suppose I'd know what you have here." The bartender eyed her for a moment before turning around and glancing at his wares of drinks. "Ai, but you look like you can handle more than most. An outsider. We've been getting them quite a bit, but still they're kind of uncommon." Teal eyes watched as the man mixed up a drink before sliding it over to her. Peering into the crystal clear glass, Fang took note of the greenish color.
"Hope you didn't kill anything while making that." She joked slightly before grasping the cup and taking a small sip. The taste wasn't bad and it was kind of fruit. "But for something that might have been dead, its quite alright." The bartender chuckled lightly as he lifted up a glass and began to clean it."Yer alright outsider." The man dropped the glass no sooner than he had said this. Fang looked puzzled, but quickly put two and two together. The man's face was a look of shock and horror.
"Well well, what do we have here? Another one from somewhere far off?" Fang slowly turned around and took note of three men in long red coats. Their hands grasped swords of varying designs. "Yeah? Problem?" Fang retorted as her hand let go of her drink. The three men simply grinned. "Well now, we were here to collect some free money, but beating up an outsider seems to be just icing on the cake. Isn't that right guys?" The two men nodded vigorously to the apparent leader's words.
The two grunts rushed towards her, charging with weapons shining. Fang hefted up her lance that lay next to her and twirled it around. One man backed off from his attack, seemingly intimidated by the whirling weapon. The other continued his charge only to have his sword caught in the propeller like action. His sword immediately flung to the ceiling as he was left there weaponless. Fang winked as she kicked the man away. A heavy crash splintered into the rickety floor before the other man got his bearings again. Before the man took even a fourth step, Fang chucked the bar stool she had been sitting in at the man. It collided into his chest as he flew backwards. His weapon flew from his hand before landing a safe distance away.
The apparent leader was slightly awestruck by this, but managed the courage to rush in as well. His sword glistened as he arced it out in a crescent slash. Fang responded by thrusting her lance in an upward strike. The weapons clashed with a splash of sparks. Tanned arms twirled the red lance as she spun the man's weapon from his grip. The sharp edge twirled to a stop at his throat. "This didn't have to be hard darlin'. Now, get out." Sweat dripped from the man's brow before he stumbled halfway in his haste to leave. The other two trailed him shortly.
A small sigh escaped the dark haired woman's mouth as she rested her shoulders. "Ah...sorry about the mess." She shrugged simply before searching the leather pouch attached to her hip. She drew out a few coins and dropped them on the counter. "I hope those are good here to." The gold glistened in the dim lighting of the bar. Fang glanced around to see patrons simply staring at her. She rolled her eyes and began to head out.
Before she even got two steps from the pub, a pair of men approached her. They wore pressed black suits along with sunglasses. Her head glanced slightly back to notice another two from behind.
More people? Thought I had enough going on for one day.
The men confronted her with a certain amount of authority. Maybe they were law enforcement or something. Whatever it was, Fang didn't like to see that they were singling her out. "And you'd be?" She posed the question to the stone statues that stood before her. Words were spoken from their mouth with simply authority. "You'll be coming with us." Fang blinked for a moment noticing that these guys must be more than your dead beat trying to steal some money. "I certainly didn't come looking for trouble." The two figures before her nodded. "Then you will be co-operating?"
Fang pondered for a moment as she gripped her weapon tighter. She saw the others move for something as well. Hell, this was one welcome party she had. "Tell me, are you working for anyone here?" The tense figures looked at each other for a moment before speaking in unison. "Shinra."
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Post by cloud on Jun 26, 2011 2:13:58 GMT -5
and time keeps going on and on it goes, forever
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(OOC: You need someone to post, and I need a place to begin anew; sorry about the wait, wouldn't be fair if I was posting while applications needed reviewing, and I wanted to at least attempt to match the length of your impressive posts.)
After a while, the silence and solitude had become deafening for Cloud.
He had slept the night in Aerith's church, unable to face Tifa and the kids after being off-world for so long. Aerith's church was the same it had always been since Geostigma; a beautiful ruin, with a corner of the church collapsed and a large pool of the purest waters surrounded by lush green grass, and white and yellow lilies. The vibrant growth seemed to ward off the monsters that roamed throughout the ruins of the abandoned city of Midgar, leaving the place a quiet sanctuary as it had always been. Cloud had slept off to the side on the cold concrete, with nothing but camping equipment to keep him warm through the night. It could get rather cold and... painfully silent after a while, which he had enjoyed up until a point where he felt if he stayed any longer he would become as weathered as the building itself.
Now he was on the highway on his motorbike Fenrir, wind whipping through his spiky blond locks and dark clothing. Looking through his sunglasses at his phone, he checked it again. No new messages. That... unsettled him. He was always used to people leaving messages when they called, Tifa leaving the most calls. Maybe this served him right for not returning them straight away, and he tried dialing Tifa's phone again. No answer.
He tried Vincent. Barret. Reeve. Even Yuffie. No answer. Had everyone gone off-world, as well? As he revved Fenrir's engine as Edge came into sight, he remembered the last message Tifa had left for him. There had been some activity of thugs circling the businesses in the neighborhood of the bar, threatening violence as blackmail for their earnings. She sounded confident she could take care of things on her own, and Cloud trusted her. But there was that gentleness in her voice that asked for him to come home. What if something had happened to her... or the children?
Swerving through the city streets, Fenrir seemed to growl like it's namesake as it slowed to a crawl outside Seventh Heaven. And for good reason... one of the front windows had been smashed through. Blond eyebrows furrowed in caution over ocean blue orbs, Cloud opening both compartments on Fenrir to pull out his swords. The Main Blade, without the smaller swords attached to it to form the complete first Tsurugi was slung into the sheath hanging from his back. He also took Sidewinder, a short switch-blade sword and kept it's handle against the blade as he slung it underneath the Main Blade. The two compartments folded back into the motorbike and locked as Cloud turned off the engine, and swung his legs off to walk towards the door. He prodded open the doorway, which had been left slightly askew.
The bar inside was no better than the broken window. Tables and chairs had been turned over, glasses had been smashed, and of course the liquor cabinet and cash register was empty. Cloud moved silently as he stepped forward through the silent calamity, until his boot had stepped down on something that made a cracking sound. He looked down to see his boot had stepped on a photo frame that had already been shattered... he paused, and removed his shoe to kneel down and pick it up. It was the picture of all the members of AVALANCHE, last taken during the end of the Geostigma crisis. How happy they had all been then... where were they now, that this picture could not be the same? How could something like this happen, and everyone had just... vanished?
Snapping out of his wistful thinking, he stepped behind the bar to check the coffee pot. Cold, so this had not been recently when the bar had been rough-housed. He did a quick check up stairs, but found nothing. Tifa, Denzel, Marlene, even Shelke... where were they? Cloud's wandering back downstairs had been broken out of his daydreaming, when he heard sounds of movement downstairs. Looking up, he only saw faces of children looking through the window and doorway. They were around Denzel's age, and they looked too small to have left the large bootmarks Cloud had noticed upon his entry.
"Bar's closed." he announced abruptly to the kids, who looked like they had Denzel's old job in mind... scavenging. Most of the kids started to leave, but as he closed the door behind him, he noticed one girl off to the side who was simply staring at him. Her face looked familiar, and looking down at the object she was carrying, he recognized her as the girl with the moogle doll he often saw Denzel with. "They just left." she said simply. "Who? Tifa, Denzel? Marlene?" Cloud questioned, wondering who she meant. The girl's auburn pigtails whipped around her face as she shook her head. "No, the men that broke in. They said they were going to hit another one."
The sound of a motorbike engine roared to life, and Fenrir was already gone.
Cloud headed down the street to the closest bar he could think of in the area, that he had as one of his business clients as a delivery boy. As he approached the venue and stopped Fenrir, a group of men were running out of the bar as if they had been forcefully thrown out. They were slowing down as if having thought they had escaped the authorities, but Cloud was standing between them and the closest exit into the alleyway off the street. One of them pulled out a bottle of alcohol, and then Cloud recognized it as a brand of whiskey Tifa often sold. "Hey, it's the ex-SOLDIER from that bar we just sacked!" another one yelled that was none too bright.
That confirmed it.
Just as one swang in for a suckerpunch, Cloud drew his sword and tripped up his momentum as he passed him, sending him sailing head-first into a brick wall. He thrust out the Main Blade as another drew his sword, and after a few clashes against of metal against metal flipped the blade out of the guy's hands. Knocking him out with the flat of his own blade, he swung around sharply to intercept a sneak attack from the apparent leader, blocking it by unsheathing and flipping open Sidewinder. More sparks flew and weapons shone as the two dueled it out, before Cloud's brunt force overpowered the man's inferior swordsmanship and chopped his blade straight into two. The man dropped his broken weapon and turned to flee, but not before Strife rendered him unconscious with his hilt to the back of his head.
"Figures. What a pain." he commented offhandedly as World Regenesis Organization officers, or WRO appeared in their white uniforms and red hats in response to the recent outbursts of violence. They had been committed to the local law-keeping authority after Deepground had no longer been deemed a threat, and they couldn't have shown up at a later time. Recognizing Cloud from the Deepground incident and saluting to him as his Main Blade cut open the stolen loot and alcohol in the men's bags, their words were lost to him as he noticed another group of uniforms form nearby as the WRO hauled the men away.
Turks... that was strange. They used to be spies and hitmen for Shinra, but the only thing they did nowdays was act as bodyguards for Rufus. What exactly did they want, and with the strange woman in the blue sari who seemed to be from off-world?
He looked away as his attention caught the eye of the two Turks.
Not interested.
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Post by Tseng on Jun 26, 2011 11:45:30 GMT -5
[My plan was to post here the day you posted. However, I was half asleep and I wanted to make mine a bit longer then I usually do. Then I came back the next morning and I had lost all that muse. So, here I am. Thanks for the thread. Tseng needed some love. Though, I wish this was a bit longer then it actually turned out to be.] --- Tseng had not been Edge recently due to Rufus being in Kadaj's grasp. This was the last place that the Director would have looked for Kadaj. The remnant had found so many new places in the worlds he had visited that it almost seemed silly to bring his victim here. All the Turk could do was pray to Leviathan that Rufus was still alive and well.
Honestly, the last time he had been here there was something going on that the WRO had cut off access to a few of the main roads. Cid Highwind and himself were planning on collecting some materia for their travels. Sadly, Cid had decided against getting themselves killed for a few mako crystals and the two left before things got too out of hand. Tseng had no issue with that.
The area was familiar as Tseng walked. He had missed being home and was taking in the details as he walked. It was always good to have escape routes if he managed to run into Sephiroth or someone of the like. It wasn't long till the Turk wandered close enough to spot the WRO. For a moment, Tseng assumed it was simply a bar fight that got a little messy. With a few calm steps, he approached one of the parameter guards. The man shifted to stop Tseng's movement, "There's nothing to see, move along." Tseng simply flashed his ShinRa ID badge. "Oh, I apologize. You can go through, sir." Reeve and Rufus had a bit of an understanding and being a Turk gave him a little bit more freedom then the common man. Tseng nodded politely toward the agent as he shifted closer.
Listening into the conversations, Tseng learned that some gang had formed and they had been attacking some of the local bars. Hopefully that gang wasn't stupid enough to mess with Seventh Heaven. The image of that made the Director smirk slightly to himself. Tifa would have had the whole group out the front door in a matter of seconds. Leviathan help them if they had messed with the wrath of a pissed off Tifa.
After a moment of checking the scene and catching up a bit on the crime in town, he shifted to continue on his way and leave. That's when he spotted a women being approached by two men in suits, both wearing sunglasses. It seemed no one else had decided to see what was going on. With nothing else on his schedule other then finding Rufus, Tseng decided to find out what was going on. He casually shifted up behind the two a few feet to hear the conversation while seeming to be watching the chaos around them.
The seemed to be taking the women into custody, for no real reason. The moment they stated they were from ShinRa, the Director smirked and turned from his position against the wall. "ShinRa. Really? I work for ShinRa as well. Which department do you work for?" From the men's uniform, it seemed that they were attempting to pose as Turks. Being Head of the Department of Administrative Research, also known as the Turks, he was quite sure they were not who they said they were. The Wutai man waited patiently for a response, gun positioned on his hip ready to be drawn at the moment it was needed. Oddly enough, Tseng had not noticed Cloud Strife yet. |
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Post by reno on Jun 27, 2011 23:16:42 GMT -5
((OOC: They hit the bar Reno mentions BEFORE hitting Tifa’s))
I’m going to need a drink After the events that had happened in Edge with Yazoo and the other Turks, and especially with the random disappearance of his partner, Reno was ready to drown himself in a familiar bottle down at one of the local bars. With Helen in charge of protecting their President, the red head Turk walked alone down the familiar streets of the once magnificent city.
He stumbled over familiar haunts, now in a state the rivaled with the slums of his childhood, trying to decide which bar he was going to hit up for a drink. Cheap, and effective was what he was after… and only a few bars that he knew of could do that. One was in Wutai, another was the pub in Kalm, and the last, though, was here in Edge.
Coming up on the street the bar was on the Turk brushed some of the dirt off his uniform. If he remembered correctly, there was a sweet young girl who worked as a bar tender there. She was one of the few people that Reno remembered actually admiring that he was part of Shin-Ra. But just as he was approaching the door…
BAM Someone collided with him.
“HEY!” Reno’s vision filled with stars. Staggering off to the side, in an attempt not to fall over, the Turk found a sword pointed at his face. His hand reflexively went for the EMR, but in his still dazed state, the Turk could quite grab it. “Don’t follow or you’re dead.” The man in front of him was wearing a long red coat. Eyes focusing, Reno saw two other men in the background scampering off with a bags.
The Turk was barely able to stand straight, let alone argue over Shinra knows what the men were doing. So needless to say, he glowered at them, and let them take off. When he actually did recover his balance, the Turk barged directly into the bar.
Disaster met his eyes. Shards of glass were everywhere, broken mugs and bottles of liquor were thrown all over the floor. A few people were only now coming out of the spots they had hidden in during the assault. It was obvious this place had been robbed.
“Y-you! O-out!” the bartender was shakingly holding a pistol at the Turks chest.
Correction: Held up and robbed.
Reno shook his head. “I ain’t with them.” He knew the man was scared enough to shoot, but a shot like that wasn’t likely going to hit him.
“Then… who are you?”
Reno slowly removed his Shin-Ra badge, showing the man. “Shin-Ra.” He kept it short, no room for arguments. “What happened here?”
“Don’t tell him anything Clef!” a young woman shouted from across the bar. “Shin-Ra’s just as bad!”
Reno rolled his eyes. He had forgotten how much they were still hated. “You were robbed right? I don’t need the nitty gritty, save that for the WRO… which reminds me, you should call them.”
The Turk turned to walk out, he wasn’t going to stick in a place that was too scared to serve him. As he went for the door his shoes crumbled couple more mugs. When he reached the door, Reno paused and looked over his shoulder, not meeting the eyes of anyone in particlar. “Oh and try not to step on the glasses, they can get fingerprints from them.” And with that the red head walked out.
Fuming at his lack of luck, the Turk took off angrily towards the nearest bar, hoping that these men weren’t doing these break-ins in all of Edge. If he found them again, maybe he would have to teach them the true lesson of messing with a Turk and his drink.
But just as he was exiting the end of an alleyway towards the bar in the distance a strange red object came into the corner of his vision.
The Turk looked just in time to see one of the red coat wearing men being thrown into a wall. His appearance in the alleyway had only been short lived, but he could tell it wasn’t good. Backing up swiftly, the Turk could hear the WRO appearing on scene like a bunch of cops to a gang fight.
The fight in the alleyway one over from where he was short lived. The scuffle stopped in a matter of minutes, and it was then when the WRO mobbed onto the scene.
Some of the officers gave him looks, but as soon as he flashed his ID, they went on their merry way. There were still perks left for working for Shin-Ra and it pleased Reno that these people actually respected him.
But the appearance blond haired man that had just come out of the alley next to him interrupted his line of thought.
Holy shit… “Strife?” The last part had actually come out of his mouth. Reno cursed inwardly, darting away from the “ex-SOLIDER” towards the bar, and hoping to all summon-able creatures that the man had not heard him.
He had inched against a wall by the broken into bar, stealing a glance back over at the spiky (really it was gravity defying!) haired swordsman to make sure he wasn’t being followed. Thankfully his attention seemed to be on the two men and woman walking…
Wait a minute.
That uniform was pretty damn close to his and the were arresting…
Turks? But as soon as the thought came up in his mind, Reno dismissed it. He remembered what each and every one of them looked like, maybe not perfectly but enough to know that those men weren’t what they appeared like.
Smirking, Reno wondered what exactly those men were going to be taking her, and why they highly resembled his position. Strife forgotten, the Red head was about to start walking after the men, but…
"ShinRa. Really? I work for ShinRa as well. Which department do you work for?"
Reno grinned from his position on the wall a few feet away from where his Director had just stepped behind the men. Good, so he’s here in Edge too!
Reno was going to give his Director a chance to crack at them before entering, see them squirm under Tseng words. Of course if things turned nasty, Reno would intervene and quickly. But for now, he was going to sit back and watch the events unfold.
Unless Strife had noticed him…
((OOC: O.o whoa, that was the longest I've ever had muse enough for to write!))
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Post by oerbayunfang on Jun 29, 2011 0:28:55 GMT -5
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TODAY WE FIGHT For ourselves and for others. For what we believe in, not what we're told. To survive this war, is the price we pay, for all of our sacrifice.|Fang|
Slightly suspicious eyes glanced from black suited figure to black suited figure. Sure they seemed a little...out of place, but did a city like this really have a security force? Fang glanced around and that wave of caution rolled over her spine. The place was literally in disrepair. No not really, it could be worse, but the place wasn't exactly pretty. A light rap against the gravel laden sidewalk with her foot was a sign of slight impatience. The dark haired woman had thought to take these guys out to, but she didn't want to cause more trouble than she already had.
Of course...she already did cause some trouble but it wasn't exactly her fault. Her hand slid against the grip of her lance from sweat. The tension hung heavy in the air. Who would act first? Fang's eyes caught glance of a few more bustling people in the streets that stopped to stare. Some moved on quickly seeing the uniforms, while others waited and watched. The question was, what were they waiting for? Was this some kind of show? Fang huffed slightly at the thought. She didn't like that one bit, especially being someone else's entertainment.
"Don't you think I have the right to know why I'd be under arrest?" Fang gestured with one hand in front of her. "Now, I may not be from around here, but is that exactly the kind of welcome party you want to give someone?" A tanned hand stuck firmly to her hip as she twirled her lance out of boredom. The black suited men still had not drawn any weapons, however it was implied that they had something hidden. Perhaps a knife, gun, baton, something. The men exchanged somewhat nervous glances before a voice beckoned everyone's attention.
Emerald eyes shot around to notice a man in a similar attire with a drawn gun. His words made the other two stagger for a moment and clear their throats. Fang rose an eyebrow at the new arrival, carefully noting where the gun was pointed. The barrel wasn't directed to her, but at the men surprisingly. Now what was up with that? She was quite certain that they were from the same organization. It was only a pistol, but it was still deadly none the less. Besides she'd assume this person was a much better shot than those Sanctum PSICOM soldiers. One man rose a hand as if to say 'don't shoot'.
"Oh of course...we're from the...intelligence division." The other suited man nodded and agreed. A hand drew into his suit as a dangling badge was presented. It bore a red, diamond shaped symbol along with a mugshot. "My ID of course sir." His hand shook slightly as the chain flailed around ever so slightly. The reflection of Tseng shimmered off of their sunglasses. That glimmering pistol was still held at the hip. Fang took a few steps back to take in more of the landscaping battlefield. What air that was tense before was now almost a lead weight. She caught glimpse of a blonde haired individual for a moment, but her attention reverted back to the matter at hand.
Her bladed lance swung around in a twirl, pointing it at the gunman. She couldn't have known who was on who's side, but she switched it back to the other suited men. They were all similar, however the gunman had asked them from what department they were from Now that she took notice, the gunman seemed a bit more professional and well kept. Her teeth gritted as she muttered some words under her breath. "Hell, and I just got here."
Arriving and being thrown into fight after fight wasn't exactly her idea of exploration or helping. If she wanted to brawl this much, a trip back to her home would be in order. Of course her home might even be a bit more peaceful than Edge. This city seemed to be teeming with crime and the like. This wasn't exactly your Sanctum city like in Cocoon. Well, if anything was about to happen, she'd be ready in the flick of her wrist.
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Post by cloud on Jul 1, 2011 17:40:38 GMT -5
and time keeps going on and on it goes, forever
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(OOC: Sorry this took so long, but because of that I think I'm gonna opt out. Not much to go on.)
"Sir, we're going to have to ask, what is the nature of you apprehending these offenders?"
A WRO commander was asking him a question, but Cloud wasn't really concentrating. He had heard a voice call out his last name... no-one ever called him by his last name. The voice sounded familiar though, and he turned his head around in time to see a whip of spiky red hair disappear around a corner. (And people said his hair was spiky...) All 'Strife' had to do was watch for a moment, and sure enough in his unprofessional and if not comical manner, Reno's head appeared to spy on him.
Cloud had to force himself not to roll his eyes. Of course Reno would spy on him, seeing how that was one of the roles of a Turk. And he had good reason to hide, since the last time he had made an introduction like this out of the blue Cloud threw him off balance and locked him out of Healin Lodge effortlessly. Vincent had mentioned some time ago about some sort of 'truce' with Shinra and the Turks, probably because they had helped rescue kids during the Geostigma crisis and some mention that Rufus was funding WRO. But Cloud couldn't bring himself to completely trust them, because Rufus was calling the shots, and had lied to him about why the Remnants had been after him because he had Jenova's cells in a canister all along. He remembered that haunting quote Reno had made, that made him refuse wanting to be hired 'muscle' as Rufus had put it all those years ago.
"C'mon Cloud! We could re-build Shin-Ra!"
Haven't enough people suffered because of Shinra? If Rufus turns WRO into the new Shinra... not happening.
"...Sir?"
Cloud looked up. The man was expecting an answer, and Cloud had only been half-listening as he came out of his thoughts. "Seventh Heaven. Broken into." he said matter-of-factly, and as curt as possible. Yeah, the bar... now the crooks had been dealt with, he should probably secure the place and find some clues as to where his family had gone. "Understood. We may have to request you for questioning, so please don't skip town for a day." the commander requested and saluted, as the last of the gang members were cleaned up and the area taped off by a WRO soldier.
No promises.
Cloud turned to leave, and noticed the woman in the blue sari surrounded by Turks again. Sans Reno, another Turk had rolled up while he had been talking to the commander. Tseng, and he was in a discussion with the other Turks. Picking up some of the conversation, it didn't sound too friendly. But then again, neither was he, and since when were the Turks? When the young woman caught the oceanic blue of his eyes, he couldn't help but shyly smile a bit at her in amusement. A old part of his personality coming out back from the days when he was just a mere footsolider, and he slung the Main Blade and Sidewinder back into the harness upon his back before he spoke.
"Wouldn't trust them... if I were you." he simply spoke aloud to the lancer with some cryptic advice. He didn't really care if Tseng overheard him. He didn't care if Reno was spying or hiding from him, and he didn't have a door to effortlessly lock his goofy demeanor out for doing so this time. He didn't even really seem to care if the outsider took his advice, or not. He was only trying to steer her clear from any further trouble, as she must have been the one who threw the gang out into his path in the first place. Already he had turned around straight after his words to clamber back onto Fenrir, the motorcycle engines gunning and roaring as he zipped around a corner and out of sight.
Cloud has left the thread.
(OOC: Going to RP with Tifa hopefully. See you guys soon if you want to pay Seventh Heaven a visit, though. x3)
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Leader of the Turks[M:0]
"We're paid much better then you are."
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Post by Tseng on Jul 2, 2011 1:01:24 GMT -5
[Alright, Cloud! Thanks for the invite.] ---- Tseng watched the reactions of the two men. It was a bit obvious by the way they reacted to the gun at his side that they were not trained well to deal with that sort of situation. Then there response to his first question. The turks never called themselves the intelligence division. Tseng watched the two like a hawk, only needing a half glance at their IDs. Amusement showed on the Director's face as he pulled out his own ID badge with his left hand. "Next time, I suggest you put a bit more effort into your identification..."
Tseng calmly placed his Id back into his pocket and continued to talk to the two men. "Now, I want you to place your weapons on the ground along with your IDs and glasses.... and leave. If you don't, I can personally have the WRO take you in....or worse." Tseng paused to gesture back to his firearm on his hip.
"The next time you decide to mess with a young women who is new in town, be sure you don't impersonate the Turks while doing it. We... have enough of a reputation on our own." Tseng caught a tuft of red hair and took a moment glance to notice Reno. The recognition flashed in his eyes, letting Reno know he knew he was there. His attention on the women, peripheral vision watching the suited men.
That's when he heard Strife's comment. The voice was obviously Cloud's. Tseng nodded in agreement, watching Fang now. "I'd have to agree with him... and not believe everyone you meet. If I were you, I would have taken them out sooner." With a polite nod, he half addressed her. Now he watched the two suited men. Whether they complied or not, well... that was up to them.
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Post by reno on Jul 3, 2011 21:53:08 GMT -5
((OOC: Bah Shinrabug, Vincent -_-. Eventually I’ll get a thread with you as Cloud! But I’m not spoiling hoooow! *grinning evil face* Also, for some reason it made me proud that Reno’s AC quote was in my color text for Reno ^.^))
Shit… Strife had seen him, it was sort of obvious when those mako infused eyes stared directly into his aquamarine ones. Giving his “so you got me” expression with a slight shrug, Reno jerked his head over to the group as if he was more concerned about the women and his director then anything else.
Apparently the Director had caught them in their lie. Reno couldn’t help but let his ever so famous grin appear on his face. It was too priceless. These hulky imposters were almost trembling under his lanky director. An image of the two inflicted with mini, trembling in fear of Tseng popped into the Turks mind and he could not help but let out a laugh at that. His Director turned at that exact moment and the two of them exchanged a glance. Reno’s grin grew wider and he tapped his uncharged EMR on his shoulder to say something like “I got your back”, but the red head wasn’t sure his Director caught the last part.
"Wouldn't trust them... if I were you." Cloud’s comment caused the Turk to advert his attention to the swordsman. Blinking in surprise, Reno caught the gist of the statement: “None of them are your friends”. This angered the Turk. Strife had always been against Shin-Ra no matter what they did to fix the world after Meteorfall. Reno would admit, they weren’t of the cleanest sort (Reno’s pervious missions attested to that) but they weren’t the bad guys any more. What exactly couldn’t the blond get through his head? Was he that against them, so much to not give them the curtsey of making their own first impressions?
Reno was about to reply something snarky in commenting, to create a bad image about Cloud to the women as well, but his opportunity was cut across by his Director… AGREEING WITH HIM?!
No, he was just taking it a different way.
Heh… way to go, Director. The way Tseng had twisted the words, clearly shifted the meaning onto the imposters only, cleaning the state for the two (well… one to the women) Turks standing there.
Reno turned back to give Cloud a “you failed” expression, but noticed that the blond was already turning back to his bike. “Huh? Yo, Cloud where are you-? the motorcycle roared to life, cutting of any sound the Turk might have said. “Big help you were.” he muttered watching the beauty of a bike speed off. Of course, leave it to Strife to take off and ignore anything that wasn’t directly involving him to start with.
Rolling his eyes, the red head looked back at imposters, daring them to make a move. Chances were they probably noticed him already (he wasn’t exactly being the most discreet) but the Turk was itching to make an actually entrance, and resistance would give him the perfect opportunity to do so.
That and his legs were getting slightly tired from crouching so much.
((OOC: Hey, my Reno muse is intact! *is proud of herself*))
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on Jul 4, 2011 8:57:33 GMT -5
What happened? What on Gaia had happened?? Midgar was in ruins and some new town known as 'Edge' didn't seem to be in much better shape. What happened during his time spent locked inside the Flooded Cavern? He placed himself in there, waiting in solitude for when a new hero would be needed to protect this world from an incoming threat... but... why wasn't he awoken to defend Gaia from whatever had happened here? Could it have been a natural disaster, something that the SOLDIER 1st Class could not have prevented? An earthquake? A tsunami? A meteor impact? A feeling of anger... rage, started to flow through the Scarlet SOLDIER's body, his gloved hands clenching into fists as they shook from the pressure he was exerting into his muscles. He felt so helpless now... However... maybe it was Shin-Ra? They were often the ones to point a finger at for when something bad happened to Gaia. The collection of Mako, the war with Wutai, Hojo and Hollander with their experiments...
The Scarlet SOLDIER, Genesis Rhapsodos nodded his head to himself subtly. The search for the remaining Organization XIII members would have to be put on hold for now so he could begin an investigation into what happened to this planet. With that in mind, the LOVELESS quoter moved on, walking down through the streets of Edge, shaking his head in sadness as his bright blue eyes moved on from one piece of destruction to the next. Hardly anyone in the streets seemed to recognize him. How many years had he spent inside the Flooded Cavern? However, there was one or two who whispered something to one another as the tall, crimson male walked past, the SOLDIER's eyes peering at them and their tattered clothes as he strode by. A moment of the past returned to Genesis' mind as he remembered that it was possibly only Zack Fair who knew of Genesis' move to aid the forces of good when it came to protecting this world... most other civilians would probably remember him for his army of Genesis Clones... all of whom were 3rd and 2nd Class SOLDIER's who joined Genesis in the Mass SOLDIER Desertion Incident... all of them being experimented on by Hollander to create an indiviual who could wield the power of the Cetra before Hojo could.
That reminded him. Genesis had to pay the 'good doctor' a little visit during his time here on his homeworld. However, before he could think further upon that thought, a group of people appears just down the road. There seemed to be 5 of them in total, four were all male wearing black suits with one of the four crouching down a little way from the group. That red hair seemed familiar for some reason... however, a second man in the group of four was also very familiar. Taller then the rest, long black hair and a handgun. Well well... What was he doing here? Before making a move towards them though, Genesis took a moment to look at the other two Turks, not really recognizing them. Perhaps they were new recruits? Finally, his eyes landed upon the female. She seemed very out of place here, and that spear she held... Perhaps she was from Wutai? She was actually rather stunning, of what the SOLDIER could see of her. Regardless, being too far away to hear any speaking, Genesis assumed this was a 4 on 1 situation. So, quicking his pace, Genesis approached the group and stood by Fang's side, his bright blue eyes locked onto the Turks, mainly Tseng.
"So, there are still some Turk bugs left to squash... I assume what happened to Midgar is your fault?"
Genesis spoke up, his hands buried inside his coat pockets as his poetic voice reached out to the men before him. Now that a SOLDIER was on the scene, it would be interesting to see what happened next.
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Post by oerbayunfang on Jul 8, 2011 23:23:40 GMT -5
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TODAY WE FIGHT For ourselves and for others. For what we believe in, not what we're told. To survive this war, is the price we pay, for all of our sacrifice.|Fang|
Why was everything so difficult? She wished sometimes that she stayed on Pulse. Life was so simplistic there. There was the hunter and the prey. There was eat or be eaten. You survived with your skill and dexterity. While sure she liked seeing everything that each world had to offer, it was quite a pain. The pain was having to deal with not knowing the world of its inhabitants. The culture, the society, everything.
She had barely taken note of the spiky blonde haired guy that had pulled over over to the group. Her eyes were fixed on him, but she didn't even realize he was there. Fang must have lost herself in her thoughts for too long. His words were...strange, but heavy nonetheless. "Right..." Her eyes watched as the mysterious figure rode away on his motor bike. Fang glanced back to the situation at hand. The two troublesome men in suits fumbled with their IDs. The outsider rose an eyebrow as the two conversed with the man with the pistol. The words from the pistol equipped man were a bit more comforting, but Fang was still on her guard.
She just arrived and didn't know if any of the politics going on. Besides, politics weren't her thing. The two men glanced at each and whispered a few words to one another. One cleared his throat and spoke. "Alright...the gig is up." The two dropped their glasses to the ground. The plastic clicked and clacked on the ground as the thin chained IDs followed suite. The two men hesitated for a moment, reaching inside their suits for weapons. Fang's wrist tensed as she kept a careful eye on the men. This was the problem with heading to a new place. You didn't know anyone. Relying and trusting yourself was about all you could do. Eventually you'd have to make a judgment call, but getting the facts first was a must. Fang still remembered that motto. Adapt or die.
Surprisingly the men laid their weapons down without a problem and left. One yelled back as they disappeared. "We'll be back ya here us?" Their fluttering jackets flayed in the wind that whispered by. Its silent touch was a reminder of how unforgiving the world could be. Fang was still slightly apprehensive, however lowered her weapon ever so slightly. "Now, that's quite a mess you got me out of. I appreciate the thought, but I think I could have taken care of myself I think" The woman gave a slight nod to both Tseng and Reno.
Fang heard a few footsteps and watched as a red coated figure joined the fray. His coat was a tad different from the previous thugs. His wasn't tattered or dirty. In fact, it was a pristine and soft as the voice that echoed from his mouth. She blinked her eyes for a moment as her hand twirled her weapon in hand. "Now now, I don't think this is hardly playing fair. I've got no idea who of you I can trust. Someone want to...enlighten me?" Her lance twirled in the air before she brought it down in a defensive stance, wary of everyone before her.
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Tseng
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Leader of the Turks[M:0]
"We're paid much better then you are."
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Post by Tseng on Jul 9, 2011 13:55:35 GMT -5
[Well, thanks for the warning, Genesis. XP I was about to make a friend too.] ---- Tseng kept a close eye to see where this conversation was going to lead. It was a very long few moments, the men stopped to talk to each other for a few seconds before admitting that they were not turks. The faux-Turks took their glasses off and dropped them to the ground. The Director took a long good look at the men's faces. He would be sure to find them later on and beat the living hell out of them. The turk just didn't want to fight in front of the woman if he didn't have to.
Briefly after the glasses, the ID's fell to the concrete as well. Then the men shifted to pull their weapons out to place them on the ground. Tseng tightened his grip on his gun, still holding it on his side. He was ready to draw it the moment things decided to go south.
When the men laid their weapons on the ground without a fight, the Wutai-man smirked lightly. That's when the two took off running. Tseng calmly removed his hand from his gun and fixed his suit jacket. The threat the men yelled back was meaningless, so he looked at Fang. She made a statement that the help was not needed. "I do believe you could have handled yourself. But they were impersonating Turks. I was not about to let them demean our name any farther. We don't kidnap people anymore." The Turk stated with a curt nod. "I'm Tseng, Director of the Turks and the red-head there is Reno." Tseng gestured to the red-head in the background.
That's when a familiar man in a red coat appeared next to Fang. Tseng had heard footsteps, but when he saw his face, there was a light frown that appeared. "Genesis." Tseng's eyes narrowed lightly, stance a bit straighter. Tseng and Reno probably wouldn't have a chance to win a fight against this man. It a fight did break out, it would get some of the WRO officers hurt as well. Genesis then made a statement about Midgar, and the woman asked what was going on.
Tseng watched Genesis. "Actually, Sephiroth destroyed Midgar...The reason that there is a city here now is because of President ShinRa. Though, you would know him as Vice President Rufus ShinRa. I thought you were dead. Then again, everyone seems to be climbing out of the ruins." His eyes glanced at Fang. "I wouldn't trust anyone. It's safer if you trust your own instincts. I'd be in your best interest to leave, miss. It's not the safest place here." |
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Post by reno on Jul 11, 2011 20:31:59 GMT -5
Idiots. The gig was up a long time ago, didn’t you realize that?
Slowly the fake Turks placed their glasses and id’s on the ground. (And the point of leaving the glasses was…?[/I]) Reno tensed from his spot a bit back ready to whip out his EMR and wail at them if they were stupid enough to pick a fight now.
Surpisingly enough, they put them down. “Cowards” Reno muttered under his breath, smirking a bit as he watched them run away shouting a half-hearted threat back at them. “Oh good, next time bring a fake SOLDIER with you.” He muttered to himself again.
They were talking again, introductions this time…
Pfft, so much for a grand entrance. Reno groaned inwardly
They had noticed him… well of course Tseng and Cloud had noticed him, but the girl too? His introduction consisted of a sideways glance from his Director and his name. Nothing interesting like Reno had planned.
So, collapsing his EMR in his belt holder, and sticking his hands in his pants pockets the young Turk strode up to take his place besides his boss. “Nice to… err… meetcha.” he said lamely in the silence after his introduction.
"So, there are still some Turk bugs left to squash... I assume what happened to Midgar is your fault?"
Reno’s eyes widened as one of most familiar ex-SOLDIERS walked up to stand next to the girl they had just saved. “Genesis?” the word came out at the same time Tseng spoke, the disbelief the subordinate’s tone rising an octave or two above the Director’s stern one. Reno was about to blab out something that was incoherent but the outsiders question cut him across.
As he thought of how to answer her question, his Director spoke up with a responce. Reno suddenly masked the disbelief and stood a little taller, his left hand casually gripping the handle of his EMR. He couldn’t help but add his two cents in. “Shin-Ra’s not the monster you make it out to be Genesis.” his aquamarine eyes fell on the outsider “I agree with the Director, Edge isn’t the friendliest of towns. No one’s got your back better then yourself.” And Reno’s eyes were locked back onto Genesis.
((OOC: <.< Ok, there. Done. Probably doesn’t sound that great but… yup.))
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on Jul 12, 2011 11:39:07 GMT -5
Genesis stood his ground, his bright blue eyes remaining locked onto Tseng as he watched him with a narrowed glare. No words were spoken in reply to the head of the Turks as he answered the SOLDIER back, claiming that it was in fact Sephiroth who caused all this damage, before mentioning that his own boss, Rufus ShinRa was the one responsible for the mess that was still standing. So what was he saying? If it wasn't for Rufus, Midgar would be raised to the ground? Surely Zack Fair would have had something to say to that, no? And what of this 'rogue group' the Scarlet SOLDIER had heard of during his time with ShinRa. Avaclade or something? It mattered not. They were a small time group that would easily be rounded up by low class SOLDIERs if needs be, if they hadn't been already. Regardless, Genesis didn't believe the Turk. Sure, Sephiroth went a little crazy a few years back, and Genesis was partly to blame for that, but destroying Midgar? His home? Ridiculous.
"So the old man has finally croaked eh? It's about time. He was destroying this planet with his greed and ignorance. And little Rufus is the boss now eh? I ought to go give him my congratulations. I see his done a WONDERFUL job of fixing Midgar. You should be very proud of him. Are the people proud of him? Do the civilians look up to him as a beacon of light? A ray of hope?"
Though the Scarlet SOLDIER's voice was still soft and poetic, it was also drenched in sarcasm as he glanced around the small group of Turks and female off-worlder, taking note of the poor living conditions of the civilians and their worn and tattered clothing. Turning back to Tseng, Genesis narrowed his brow and continued to glare at the black haired man.
"I see Rufus still suits you up nicely. Pity he shares his father's pride in not wanting to give away some Gil to help the people who needs it most, eh? Is he still sucking up Mako from the reactors?"
It was kind of obvious that Genesis wasn't too happy, but at least his hands were still buried within his coat pockets, the SOLDIER knowing to have restraint and posses the ability not to get blinded by anger or rage. It was rare for Genesis to actually get angry these days. In the past was a different story altogether, but times change and people change with them. Speaking of which, the Scarlet SOLDIER recalled the question posed to him from the Director.
"No, death has not claimed me. After my confrontation with Zack Fair and my meeting with the Goddess, I headed to the Flooded Cavern after Deepground tried to recruit me, where I waited and trained, preparing myself for the day the world needs a new hero."
Genesis didn't know how Tseng thought about him, and frankly, the SOLDIER didn't care. The SOLDIER's were the best in the business, though most of them were just meat-heads with more brawn then brains, Genesis was gifted to posses both strength and intellect, a fact he was sure Tseng knew. That was mean if a fight was going to break out, Genesis would have to make the first move. And it was a move he had no intentions of making unless utterly provoked, perhaps not by Tseng, but his red-haired, knuckle-headed friend who now stood beside him. His face was familiar and Genesis pondered if this was the murderer who caused the Sector 7 plate to fall back in the day. Not going into that for now, clearing his mind of such a disgusting and unforgivable act, Genesis glanced over his shoulder towards the female when she spoke up, spinning her weapon around with grace as if she herself was itching for a fight. Perhaps the interruption of Tseng upset the female? Maybe she wanted to beat the two who ran away up herself? After listening to Tseng and Reno answer the woman, the Scarlet SOLDIER turned his body towards the female and looked at her face carefully, eyes still narrowed. A moment passed and his facial features relaxed slightly as he gave her a small smile.
"You can trust those you feel you can. The Turks..."
Genesis paused as he flicked a thumb off to his side, towards Tseng and Reno.
"... you cannot trust. Nor can you trust ShinRa. I doubt this 'WRO' can be trusted either."
Pausing again for a second, casting another glance towards the two Turk men, Genesis chuckled lightly and returned his attention to the female, shaking his head from side to side subtly.
"Enlighten? That'll take all day with what I know, perhaps even longer if the Turks plan to talk, which I doubt."
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Post by oerbayunfang on Jul 21, 2011 0:51:11 GMT -5
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TODAY WE FIGHT For ourselves and for others. For what we believe in, not what we're told. To survive this war, is the price we pay, for all of our sacrifice.|Fang|
Well well well, at least she was acknowledged by the black suited man. She was confident, but being too confident was a fault as well that Fang had to watch out for. There was a fine line in between experience and arrogance. Fang hoped to live on that fine line. She had a few screws loose, just like anyone else, but that didn't mean you couldn't be sensible about a situation.
Keen eyes were locked on everyone as she tried to get a feel for what the other people were like. She seemed to have at least figured out the two other suited men before her. In her mind, they seemed rather legitimate, however others seemed to poke at their motives or prior motives. The blonde hair guy drove off too quickly and the auburn haired man that had arrived was a bit mysterious. She was rather intrigued though by the man. He held a different disposition compared to most people she had met. The red clothed man held a certain elegance, yet authority at the same time.
Fang kept her weapon in hand as she twirled it behind her, relaxing only ever so slightly. "I have no reason to leave, I've still got a few strangers here. I don't turn my back to just anyone." The red clothed man seemed engaged in a conversation which Fang knew nothing of. She simply watched as each party exchanged words and explanations. Clearly, nothing was going anywhere fast. His words finally gave Fang some sort of direction.
Being wary though, Fang still held doubt in both party's words. While the man who the red head had called Genesis was seemingly peaceful and elegant, that could always be a mask to hide behind. Fang thought carefully as her eyes glanced back and forth, unsure of what to say yet. A moment passed before she spoke again, this time her words directed to Genesis. "Then do you say I trust you? I'm not sure I can do that just yet now. You don't exactly have credibility with my yet either despite your mannerisms and tone."
It was like walking on eggshells. One wrong step could set off more chaos. The situation reminded her of a hurricane. The group was in the eye of a storm. The question was, would they be released back in to the maelstrom of violence?
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"We're paid much better then you are."
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Post by Tseng on Aug 2, 2011 11:51:44 GMT -5
[Reno, the point of leaving their glasses is so that Tseng could get a clear look at their faces to be able to track them down later and deal with them accordingly. Sorry if I didn't make that really clear.] ----
Reno had arrived at Tseng's side moments after he introduced the red-headed man to Fang. However, Tseng also did not back down in the slightest to Genesis's gaze. It might be true that Genesis was more powerful, but if he backed down now it could hurt his reputation in the future. So, the director was staking one of his nine lives up to keep his appearance strong. The last time he had talked to Genesis face to face was in Gongaga where Tseng took a fireball to the chest and was dazed for a few minutes after-wards.
That town was also where he had found the remains of Genesis's parents, who he had killed and buried along with some missing ShinRa operatives. However, it wasn't long till Genesis began to speak. The conversation started with Genesis seeming amused the President ShinRa had kicked the bucket. Then, it moved to putting a bad spotlight on Rufus and Tseng's eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
There was a brief paused before Genesis continued on to point out their still pristine attire. However, it wasn't exactly as pristine as Tseng would liked it to have been. There was also the mention of gil. Oh, how Tseng would to have loved to prove Genesis wrong. But Rufus had sworn him to secrecy on the fact that Rufus was secretly funding the WRO for Reeve. It was Rufus's own personal debt to be paid and he didn't want the people's thanks for it.
"Actually, the President ShinRa did not die of natural causes. Sephiroth managed to put a blade straight through his back while he was sitting at his desk. You seem to keep some good company, Genesis. Though, Rufus may not be in the publics eye... Reeve Tuesti, the Head of Urban Development is the new police force in Edge now. He is running the WRO because of a private benefactor." Hm, maybe that would be enough to shut Genesis up on bad mouthing Rufus. He also hinted at the fact Rufus was funding the WRO, but did not state it and would not go any farther into the discussion then that.
"As for using Mako... None of the reactors are being used. Not all of them are completely shut down yet, however. The WRO stepped up and is regulating things now. Especially since the planet was almost destroyed. No thanks to Sephiroth." Tseng got quiet after he finished his statements, keeping an eye on Fang once in a while and watching Genesis like a hawk. It wasn't long till Genesis continued on stating he actually never died and just went into hiding. The Director had half a mind to call him a coward, but there was no need for such terms.
Though, Tseng was a bit surprised that Deep-ground would try to recruit Genesis. Yet none of the surprised even flickered on the Turk's face.
When Genesis began to talk about ShinRa in a bad manner, Tseng smirked. "The WRO, World Regenesis Organization. Reeve was hoping to rebuild the Planet after the loss of Mako energy. The organization even has its own army, which takes the place of Shinra's army. As you can see, they're attempting to handle some of the issues going on now. I don't see them as a bad thing to have. Reeve knows what he's doing and he's good at it." However, the Turk didn't even try to defend ShinRa. The electric power company had a very bad reputation and the last thing he wanted was to get into a debate with Genesis.
That debate could bring up some old discretions that he did not want Fang to hear about. Even if they were in the past, it could tilt her opinion of the Turks and she may end up siding with Genesis. Tseng was careful to play his cards right.
The only thing he hoped was that Reno didn't get himself in trouble and try to make ShinRa look good. Then again, Tseng wouldn't be too shocked if he did.
"What are you doing here, Genesis."
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