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Post by Tseng on Sept 18, 2008 2:26:25 GMT -5
Tseng downed three more shots before his head started to feel blurry from all the alcohol. As usual, the dull warm sensation in the pit of his stomach told him he should probably stop drinking, however the lack of any other Turks or responsibilities (other than perhaps his botched mission and subsequent death, transportation, and miraculous survival) meant he didn't really give a damn. He reached for the next shot on the bar only to miss it and bump his cellphone instead. The device clattered off the bar and into the side a chair before ending up on the floor. Tseng attempted to glare at the phone as it continued to lay on the floor just out of his reach.
How dare it fall out of my reach, he thought angrily to himself. All he had wanted was another shot and his cellphone had to just go ahead and mess that up.
With a sigh, Tseng leaned down to pick up the cellphone almost falling off the stool in the process. Clumsily, he fumbled with it till it once more rested on the table. In a sudden flash of insight, Tseng flipped open his phone and hit one of the speed dial buttons at random. He was going to need a ride back to his apartment and maybe one of the Turks were back in Midgar. Hopefully, it would be Reno or Rude which would save him a speech from Elena. He wouldn't even mind dealing with Reno's insane driving.
Who knows? They might even want to share a drink as well. The thought comforted Tseng as the alcohol continued to flow through his veins allowing him to forget about all his troubled thoughts. All the while, the phone continued to ring and would hopefully connect with
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Post by Reno on Sept 26, 2008 11:00:01 GMT -5
The phone clicked as Reno answered. His voice told that he was smiling from ear to ear. "Yo! Never thought I'd hear from you again--" Curiosity piqued in his voice just as suddenly as any of Reno's moods changed, "How'd you get that damned stomach wound to heal? Where are you? Last I heard you were in the hospital..." He cut himself off with a shake of his head, but before Tseng could get a word in, he continued, "You probably want me to report, right? Zack and I are with Sephiroth on an airship on our way to rescue Aerith from some evil dudes who took her. I haven't heard from Rude at all, but I don't think I could find him if I wanted to since the world is so fucked up. We met up with Cloud and Tifa and some other people to beat some shit outta a bunch of bugs and then monsters started falling out of the sky and a dragon took your Cetra away...." Reno seemed to think about how obscure the story sounded and then tacked on, "I promise, I'm sober. Shit's just gotten real. Anyway, what have you got for me, boss man?" Reno waited expectantly for the clipped Turk voice to issue a new set of orders.
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Post by Tseng on Sept 27, 2008 10:47:36 GMT -5
Tseng paused at Reno's words as they poured forth from the phone raining down a spray of confusing thoughts past the flood gates of the mind. The entire situation made no sense, but now after listening for just a moment to Reno it was as if the world itself had been turned upside down.
Wait, Reno is not with Rude? Zack is with Reno? How? Zack's dead... dead..., Tseng tried to shake the feeling of dizziness sweeping through his head. And Sephiroth? Why is he fighting Sephiroth on an airship while talking on the phone? I thought I taught him better than that...
Tseng motioned for the bartender to bring him a check while continuing his strange, addled conversation with Reno in which he had yet to speak a word.
"The wound can wait. As for my present location, I am in Midgar. What is your current situation and status? More importantly, do you have any reinforcements on the way to deal with Sephiroth; we can't let him finish his project. Have you confirmed that Avalanche has the Black Materia yet," Tseng's mind was a buzz with questions. He needed answers if he was to respond reasonably to the situation. The world was unravelling rapidly, and he was sitting here in a bar feeling sorry for himself. A fellow Turk was in trouble and needed assistance; he would worry about himself later.
Zack's alive and looking for Aerith, a pained expression crossed Tseng's face replacing the confused one which had settled there moments ago. Tseng knew what he really wanted to ask Reno about; he was concerned for Aerith's safety not only because his orders required him to be but because he... No, he didn't have time for such luxuries.
Besides, Zack might be alive. He'll win her heart again.
Tseng waited to hear the precise details of the situation from Reno before he issued more comprehensive orders. He was glad his fellow Turk was unable to see his reaction to the phrase 'my Cetra'.
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Post by Aerith Gainsborough on Sept 29, 2008 0:22:08 GMT -5
((When you post long distance conversations, please post the audio (with pauses and other vocal intonations, if you please) in the receiving player's thread. In this case, on the Falcon. Thank you.))
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Post by Reno on Oct 3, 2008 10:51:41 GMT -5
"Slow down, boss man!" Reno implored, his voice slightly pitched with a laugh distorting his statement, "You got the wrong idea! Sephiroth isn't trying to do anything right now except for save Aerith, like the rest of us. If you called a few days ago, it would have been a different story; Nibelheim is a ghost town," he warned with a hint of a joke teasing on his voice, "not in a figurative way, either." With a brief pause, Reno rambled on,"Sephiroth found his way into the basement and Zack played hell keeping him sane." Reno seemed to hesitate for, as though unsure if he should continue, "He lost his memory before we found him, so he's flailing in the dark.
"As for Avalanche... Looks like it melted, boss." The dismissal of his joke sounded as though Reno would wave it away with his hand. "Things are all messed up," he admitted, then softly he asked, "Have they found Rufus yet? After the explosion, I kind of lost hope.... What will happen with ShinRa now?" He laughed as he heard an abrupt yell from someone on the other end of the phone, "Midgar's doing just fine."
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Post by Tseng on Oct 3, 2008 12:44:01 GMT -5
Tseng was stunned by Reno's response; Rufus had disappeared as well? It should not have been possible for someone as high ranked as the President to just up an vanish without a trace. As for Sephiroth, it didn't matter if the man was on their side for now; Tseng couldn't trust him. If the SOLDIER could go AWOL once, it was possible the man could do so again. He hoped Reno remembered that particular part of his training. Afterall, everyone was a pawn on somebody's chess board. Not to mention, he didn't particularly care to have Aerith anywhere near the psychopath; at least, he wouldn't want that without at least the rest of the Turks and half a contingent of Soldiers First Class.
A small exasperated sigh escaped his lips. He understood the necessity of strange bedfellows at times, and he had passed the keystone over to Avalanche in the Temple. Tseng may not have liked it, but he knew what he had to do.
"Reno, I'm counting on you to keep the situation under control. I want Sephiroth monitored for any signs of instability, clandestinely if you can manage. He is a danger to the Planet and Shinra's operations," Tseng's voice maintained the cold precision he was famous for.
"I'm currently moving towards the Upper Plate and will be procuring transportation to Junon along with weapons and supplies from our offices in the building. Hopefully, someone there will have information on the current whereabouts of the President along with anything concerning Rude and Elena. I'll need you to transmit to me your current location as well so we can arrange for a renzdevous as soon as possible," Tseng paused as a car raced past him on his way to the train station in Sector Six. "I'll need a full situation report on what happened to Aerith as well. She's important to the company and should be considered top priority until we can confirm the complete and total annihilation of the Jenova threat."
While Tseng's voice was calm and steady his face was furrowed still in a look of confusion as he was still unsure of what was going on. He wished fervently that he had the rest of the Turks on hand or maybe some better intel. Zack coming back to life, and Sephiroth joining their side was difficult enough to comprehend without the loss of the President to an explosion. Aerith's capture and unknown status didn't help his disposition either. The only good news in all of this was that Avalanche didn't pose them a threat anymore.
That's one thing accomplished.
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Post by Reno on Oct 4, 2008 13:49:45 GMT -5
"Okay, boss. I'll do what I can." Reno said and there was a light 'beep' from the other end as he pushed the button for tracking, "I'm transmitting now, but I don't know if the coordinates will work too well," a hint of worry crept into his voice, "Good luck. I mean it. There are entire cities -missing-. They're not destroyed, but it.... They don't exist." Reno hesitated and then warned, "Be careful. I don't know what all has changed, but I'll update you as soon as I can with a full report." Reno hated reports. He always left them for Rude or Elena while he would go off and celebrate their victory. The fact that Reno was offering to do a much-hated activity was proof of the Turk's concern. "I guess that's all, boss." With a return of his normal charisma, Reno added, "Don't get yourself into anymore trouble. We all know you're a desk Turk and have terrible luck, so we won't hold it against you if you're late." He laughed, "Watch out for swords; they cut, boss-man." The cellphone cut off with a click as the Turk hung up.
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Post by Fujin on Oct 5, 2008 3:13:30 GMT -5
Step. Step. Stumble. Fujin's knees hit the hard, cracked earth beneath her, and the rest of her body soon followed. She lay there a moment, her labored breathing causing her to inhale gritty dust without care. Civilization wasn't far off, but she'd already come further than her body had wanted to allow. The clothes she'd left Balamb with were now torn, faded, and positively unwearable. Traveling practically non-stop from the outskirts of Esthar evidently had that effect.
Esthar. Realistically, logically, that's where she should have been. However, when Fujin saw the futuristic city in pristine condition, something inside of her couldn't take it. Balamb was in ruins while Esthar dominated the horizon. Was it punishment? Did fate deliberately reverse the situations of the two cities? Fujin couldn't know, and was in no condition to think reasonably about it as a cocktail of anger, fear, and pain swirled violently in her heart. She wanted nothing to do with Esthar. It didn't matter if it was the only city on the whole damned continent, she couldn't force herself to go there. So she ran away, making a beeline north without a care for the consequences.
Now, of course, with those consequences so clearly laid out before her, Fujin couldn't help but wonder why she'd acted so foolishly. Pain echoed across her heart, giving her all the answer she needed. Still, reflection didn't do a great deal of good whilst coating one's lungs with sand. With a concerted effort, Fujin forced herself to her feet again, leaning heavily on her staff to maintain balance. Slowly she crept across the blackened earth, watching the large shadow on the horizon come closer with every step.
Eventually she found herself within falling distance of the city's outer wall, and while letting gravity pull her down one last time did have its own appeal, dying just outside of salvation after making such an effort to reach it seemed stupid. On the other hand, it seemed as if she didn't have many other options. The wall was far too high for her to make it over even under the best conditions, and the only door she could see looked as if it required some kind of code or keycard to open. Fujin stared at the keypad, contempt smoldering in her red eye. An idea flashed in her mind, but it was, at best, risky. At worst, it was foolish and possibly lethal. Then again, so was coming here in the first place.
The pale young woman took several deep breaths before dropping her staff. She was hoping that by hitting the locking mechanism with a Wave Fist she might cause it to release the door. After all, what logic and reason failed to solve, an appropriate level of violence often managed. Actually managing to succeed in using the technique though was another matter all together. Just holding her body upright without something to lean against was a battle in itself; gathering the focus to produce the Wave Fist an order of magnitude more difficult. After several long minutes of the mental balancing act of maintaining the kata and building up power, Fujin felt as if she was sufficiently prepared and thrust her fist forward. A violet oblong ball of energy erupted from her fist and slammed into the Sector 6 door's keypad, damaging it severely. It did not, however, open the door as Fujin had hoped. Instead, an obnoxiously loud alarm sounded while warning lights flashed above her.
While it was hardly the result she was going for, Fujin thought that this might actually be for the better. If there was an alarm, that meant that somebody would probably be forced to check it out. Granted, that somebody would surely be coming to arrest her, but at least they might be obligated to see to it that she survives long enough to be interrogated, which was arguably longer than she'd live if left to her own devices. So with that realization in mind, she fell once more to her knees with a wry smile on her face, awaiting her inevitable capture.
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Post by Tseng on Oct 5, 2008 10:34:33 GMT -5
Tseng clicked his phone shut after Reno had hung up. The situation wasn't exactly what he expected it to be, nor was it anywhere near ideal. If cities were just missing then who knew if Junon was even still around? Would he be able to find any Shinra outposts for his flight to the newly transmitted coordinates? The questions echoed through his mind but were soothed by the comforting thought that at least one Turk was on the case, and Reno did promise to turn in a report... for once. Granted the fact that Reno was willing to even consider submitting a report was a sign of how desperate the situation had become.
A grin had eclipsed the concerned expression on his face. Reno had a sense of humor at least. Once again, he was referred to as an office Turk and his luck was called into question. Tseng himself attributed his poor luck of late more to his own personal foibles. Afterall, it all started with the fact that he let Aerith go free rather than just collecting her as Shinra and Hojo had expected him to. However, if he was going to avoid being stabbed through the chest again, he needed to get his hands on more ammunition. Briefly, Tseng ducked into a weapon shop and purchased a few more clips of ammunition along with some extended clips. It took most of his remaining funds, but if he ran into another gang of thugs or had trouble getting into his office in the Shinra building, he would definitely end up needing them.
The sound of an alarm blaring nearby jerked Tseng back into the present. He may not have a working ID, but he was still a Shinra employee and probably should investigate the disturbance. Quickly, he stumbled his way towards the alarm and hoped some Shinra Soldiers would be there as well. He would even settle for some Third Class Soldiers who might be able to provide information which would supplement the basic report Reno had provided him with. Tseng ended up disappointed however as the alarm ended up eminating from the Sector Six exterior wall meant to keep the monsters out and the citizens in. No, Soldiers would be responding to this alarm anytime soon if Shinra was as disorganized as Reno had suggested it was.
With a quick swipe of his card, the door alarm shut off which Tseng was grateful for. It was a miracle, but his card was good for something at least. A cursory inspection of the door's controls suggested the outer ones had been severly damaged or at least were temporarily disabled. He would have to open the door manually. Quickly, Tseng removed the panel of metal next to the console and reached down past the wires for the manual reset switch. It took a minute or two of strecthing and twisting, but Tseng managed to finally flick the switch. The doors began to slowly break apart opening a crack in the center which would be small enough that a person barely would be able to squeeze through.
Tseng spared a look at the crack before approaching it in order to peer out and see what had caused the alarm in the first place. Once again, the office Turk probably should have thought his brilliant hands on approach all the way through as that was what cameras were invented for.
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Post by Fujin on Oct 8, 2008 22:42:00 GMT -5
The obnoxious howling of the alarms above Fujin faded in and out with her consciousness. If it were up to her, she simply would have passed out instead of having to sit and wait through the noise. As it was though, her patience was beginning to wear thin in spite of the fact that there was nothing she could do should it run out. Eventually she began to consider trying to stand up again, just so that she could kick something to soothe her irritation.
Fortunately, the alarm silenced before the idea could gather any serious appeal and the door in front of her began to open, raising her spirits a bit. They quickly fell though when the metal door failed to open more than a few inches. Someone Fujin's size could have gotten through it with a little effort, had she any effort to give. Her heart nearly leaped from her chest though when she noticed somebody looking through the gap in the door. He even appeared somewhat official, if a bit of a mess. Regardless, Fujin wasn't about to write off the gifts of providence, and was simply thankful that someone was there at all.
She tried to speak to the person on the other side, but her sand-choked throat caused her to simply waste energy coughing. Finding her voice a moment later, she managed to whisper a raspy "help" before returning to her fit of weak, shallow coughs. She didn't like being seen this way, but death didn't yet have the novelty to be considered a viable option.
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Post by Tseng on Oct 9, 2008 16:49:51 GMT -5
Tseng was shocked at the sight of the half-dead girl on her knees just outside the gate; he had expected there to be some terrorist or perhaps even a strange new hybrid monster laying in wait for him. She was injured looking or at least exhausted with dirt smudged clothes and a hardwood staff lying on the ground nearby. However, the surprise never reached his face as he managed to maintain his calm, composed expression. The teenage girl looked like she was in dire need of help which was confirmed by her half choked plea. Normally, he would have just gone ahead and left her there to die. Normally, business would have been the priority; missions were more important than any single civilian's life. Today though was nowhere near a normal day. With a flick of his wrist and a raise of his arm, his gun was leveled at the small hole in the wall he had made earlier while attempting to get at the manual release switch. A double tap of the trigger sent a series of bullets into the mass of wires and circuits within the wall. The resulting meeting between bullets and sensitive equipment caused a chain reaction of hissing lightning to erupt from the hole.
The walls opened just a few more feet in each direction before becoming jammed in place. A few small grinding noises emanated from gears hidden within the wall before the smell of smoke and burning oil filled the air. Tseng winced at the destruction he had wrought. He had been granted no authorization to damage the outer wall, but then again Shinra was notorious for its lax attitude towards collateral damage. Without hesitation, Tseng was by the girl’s side to get a better look at her condition. She was covered in dirt and looked exhausted which about all Tseng could really deduce. After a moment of consideration, he decided that his limited understanding of medical practices would probably be insufficient to help. In hindsight, he never really had to worry about that aspect of training as usually Elena or Rude ended up having to take care of him and Reno. A smile almost graced his stoic expression as he moved to get the girl into a comfortable carrying position on his back. It was ironic that the only other Turk to get into as much trouble as him was the only one he had managed to get in contact with.
Once the girl was in position, he began to move as quickly as he could back into Midgar proper specifically seeking out any shop that looked like it might sell potions or, even better, cure materia.
“Whoever you are, I hope you understand that dying is not an option right now. Trust me, it’s not a particularly pleasant experience,” Tseng didn’t wait for a response as he figured the girl would be too exhausted. “You’re in the care of the Turks at the moment, and I’m making it my mission to get you to somewhere you can recover from you injuries or whatever it is you’re suffering from. As a result, I’m making you a promise as a Turk which means you’re good hands.” [attempting to use his lifesong ability for her]
Tseng found himself asking a single question in the recesses of his mind. Why was he helping this girl? She wasn’t a Turk, Shinra, or part of a mission, yet here he was carrying her to a potion or materia shop in hopes of buying her at least enough time to reach an upper plate hospital. The answer was simple though the procedure oriented Turk was unwilling to admit it…
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Post by Fujin on Oct 14, 2008 13:15:25 GMT -5
As the man in the suit lifted her onto his back, Fujin couldn't help feeling a bit nostalgic. Nostalgic, and a little angry. There were a number of times when Seifer or Raijin had to do the same thing after she had pushed herself too far, either by working too hard or picking too many fights. While there was some relief in the anticipation of safety, Fujin hated the feeling of being carried. After all, being carried meant that someone else had to save her, that she was relying on another person's strength.
"Whoever you are, I hope you understand that dying is not an option right now. Trust me, it’s not a particularly pleasant experience," Fujin heard him say. She'd wanted to reply, to say that she'd been dying for the last day or so and could confirm that it was indeed not pleasant, or even half as romantic as it was made out to be. Speaking, however, was an exercise in futility, so the remained silent.
As they walked, or rather, as he carried her, she began to consider just where she was. As far as Fujin knew, she hadn't managed to walk across any oceans, which meant that she should have still been on the Esthar continent. And yet, this place, even from the outside, didn't look anything like an Estharian city. The man carrying her called himself a "turk," but she knew of no Estharian or Galbadian organization by such a name. Timber seemed like a solid possibility, but as she ran the unfamiliar name against a mental checklist of organizations there, Fujin could feel her grasp on her mind slipping.
This guy is helping me - I guess he should know what to call me before I pass out. With no small effort the pale young woman reached across with her right hand to tap the spaulder on the opposite shoulder, whispering with her last aware breath the pseudonym she'd chosen for herself before leaving Balamb. "Yuki."
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Post by Tseng on Oct 14, 2008 18:00:23 GMT -5
Tseng's thoughts were interrupted by the girl's last waking utterance, "Yuki."
A smile appeared on his face as he continued onwards towards a break in Sector Five’s wall. She was quite resilient and seemed to be more than capable of surviving the next couple of minutes at least. Once, he was sure Yuki was unconscious Tseng spoke again his voice quiet lest not to wake her, “It is a pleasure to meet you Yuki. My name is Tseng, Tseng of the Turks.”
The smile faded from his face as Tseng entered the Sector Five slums and managed to get a grasp on the situation he faced in his search for anything resembling an item or materia shop. Of course, the entire sector was a mess and most of the people here seemed to be living out of pipes, ramshackle sheds, or even what appeared to be a dilapidated mini-van. As one could have expected, the circumstances were less than ideal, and while he remained confident in his current quest, it wouldn’t have been as easy as he’d have liked.
As usual, I'm not being left with many options, Tseng thought to himself as he started towards the mini-van. He could always ask the person there for directions even if they didn't have any medicines of their own. A smile returned to his face as the broken down vehicle grew closer; the sign barely hanging from the open side door was quite clear: Items. All he had to do now was get her inside, pay for a couple of potions, and let the magic of the liquid do its work. From there, he could leave Yuki off in the Sector Six hotel or maybe some place in Sector Five if there was one where she could recover in peace while he moved on to raid the ShinRa building on the Upper Plate. A small laugh escaped past his attention as he thought about leaving Yuki off anywhere at all in Sector Six, even a girl as capable looking as Yuki would be bad off there, and he wasn’t about to add something to his conscious.
Tseng stepped into the van in his disheveled uniform and his uncombed hair carrying with him an injured girl. The scene was surreal in its execution; it was almost as if he had reversed roles with his former quarry. Was this how Cloud and the others began? a smirk rose up on Tseng’s face at the thought. It would be ironic if this is how AVALANCHE had found itself entwined in the race to save the Planet. Hopefully, the experience would be less exciting for him as all he needed to do was buy some potions. It was at that moment a memory was jolted back into Tseng’s consciousness; he had spent the last of his money on ammunition in preparation for his visit to the ShinRa building. He didn’t have any money to pay with.
As the shopkeeper turned to face him, Tseng bolted into action setting the girl gently down on the countertop before pulling out his ID with his left hand and motioning at the potions on the far wall with his right. "By the authority of ShinRa's Department of Administration, I'll be confiscating a small portion of your current stock of medical supplies." He knew the shopkeeper would probably disagree with him 'requisitioning' his stock but there was little room for arguing with a Turk. Granted, Tseng hadn't counted on the man disagreeing with a broken lead pipe, but neither had he counted on Sephiroth stabbing him through the chest with a sword back in the temple. He really needed to stop discounting the possibility of being attacked simply because he was a Turk and supposedly feared by the vast majority of the non-angry with ShinRa population.
Tseng sidestepped the initial attack enough that the shopkeeper's blow landed on his shoulder making him wince, but not dropping him as would have been the case had he not noticed the incoming blow. With a quick spin, he landed a solid blow to the man's stomach doubling him over and causing him to drop the broken pipe to the floor. It was all the opening Tseng needed to bring his other leg over and down onto the back of the portly man's head sending him into a deep sleep on the floor. Once, Tseng was sure the man wouldn't be immediately rising to his feet to punctuate the disagreement with more swings of the pipe; he moved over to the rack to grab a couple of the blue glass bottles. He stowed them safely on his belt before noticing a large metal case behind the counter. Picking that up to, he reasoned that it probably contained illicit weapons or narcotics while really he just hoped it contained some of the man's profits from today so that he could leave the girl with some gil before he left her to her own devices.
After situating the girl back into a carrying position again, Tseng proceeded out the rusted doors and down the street until he reached an abandoned looking structure. A swift kick released the door from its hinges and allowed the pair passage inside. The place looked just as bad on the inside as it did on the outside, but Tseng figured that the girl wouldn’t be picky about the condition of the shelter. Gently, Tseng set the girl down on the ground and tilted her head up with one hand. With the other hand, he placed the small blue glass container to Yuki’s lips and poured the life giving liquid down her throat. Hopefully, it would be enough.
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Post by Fujin on Oct 16, 2008 16:23:13 GMT -5
As she awoke, Fujin was already wracked with a coughing fit. The familiar, slightly sweet taste of a potion told her all she needed to know. As her eye slowly opened and she regained a bit of control over her struggling lungs, Fujin sat up and took in what her bleary sight could tell her about her surroundings. Straining to see properly, she noticed the well-dressed man in the room with her. At least, he would have been well-dressed, except that he didn't appear to have had a change of clothes in while. It took her a moment to remember who he was, but when she saw the potions that he was carrying, his identity ceased to matter. He could have been President Deling for what she cared. Fujin deftly snatched one of the small blue bottles and had its healing liquid drained in an instant.
The bottles did their work quickly, and it wasn't long before Fujin no longer felt as if she were on the brink of death. She still had no idea where she was, or who the person that had saved her might be, but they were minor concerns against the feeling of being amongst the living. Still, I suppose that if I want to remain alive, it'd be best to know what my situation is she thought, looking over the man that had brought her there.
"WHE-..." Without thinking, she'd gone to speak in what was, as far as most people knew, her "normal" way of talking, but quickly thought better of it. After all, going by a false name did little good if one did nothing to change the way they acted. After a short sigh, she tried again.
"I'm grateful for your help," she started. Fujin didn't like accepting other peoples' help, but being ungrateful to someone who had saved her life was hardly the best way to start things off. "I have to ask you though - where is this? And who, exactly, are you? When I damaged that panel I figured I'd be getting arrested by Estharians or Galbadians or... somebody. But this doesn't look like a holding cell."
Fujin began to feel light-headed as she spoke, and once she finished she flopped back down in hopes that it would ease the spinning going on around her. It looked as if it would take more than a few small potions and a moment's rest before she was back to being fully hale again.
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Post by Tseng on Oct 16, 2008 19:28:01 GMT -5
As carefully as possible, Tseng set the case along with the glass bottles by Yuki's prone form. He kept his expression neutral hoping that his ragged appearace didn't impact his usual Turk demeanor. Yuki seemed quite surprised to see someone else in the room with her but that didn't prevent her from grabbing the potion from his hands and guzzle the medicine down like it was the last drink on the planet. It was his turn to be surprised however when she began to speak again. She looked tired and her initial attempt sounded a little weak to him as Yuki barely managed to utter the word 'where' before needing a second to recover and start speaking again.
"I'm grateful for your help," she started. "I have to ask you though - where is this? And who, exactly, are you? When I damaged that panel I figured I'd be getting arrested by Estharians or Galbadians or... somebody. But this doesn't look like a holding cell."
Tseng's passive expression didn't reveal his thoughts, but he was shocked on the inside. It was unheared of for someone to not know where Midgar was or at least what it was. He had thought everyone on the planet had known who operated Midgar as well. In addition, he had never even heard of a group of individuals calling themselves Estharians or Galbadians, and he had access to some of ShinRa's best intelligence on foreign powers. Either the girl was delusional, or less likely, she was from a remote part of the planet ShinRa had yet to explore and categorize. Another thought permeated his mind at that moment, Reno had mentioned something about the world being in disarray. It could be possible there were some individuals had been affected adversely by whatever event had occurred developing delusions or partial memory loss.
"You're in Midgar," He began his expression remaining neutral and his tone informative. "It's the technological center of ShinRa's corporate empire. Specifically, you are located beneath the Sector Five plate in what is colloquially known as the Sector Five Slums."
He motioned towards the window so she could see out at the floating plate overhead. Tseng hoped the sight of the floating plate above would trigger some memories or at least allow this poor girl to see something familiar.
"As for me, I am Tseng of the Turks; we are a branch of the ShinRa corporation in charge of recruitment for the ShinRa SOLDIER program," He allowed a half-smile to cross his face. "Normally, I would be authorized to arrest you in the name of the ShinRa Corporation, but today has ended up being your lucky day. I'm off duty in a way and will be instead allowing you to go free and complete whatever business you have in Midgar."
He couldn't help but allow his smile to widen as he finished his explanation. Yuki really did remind him alot of someone else he knew, same demeanor, same fierce look in her eye.
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