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[Start Mission 0.1] (Someone was antsy.)
by Veld/ヴェルド (verudo)
at November 28th, 2005 (01:45 am)
Feelings on this:: cheerful
Hearing:: Utada - Devil Inside

Veld sighed.

Which wasn't much of an indicator of what he meant, to the untrained Veld observer-- Veld's unemotional sighing could mean anything from "Rufus is back from a stressful buisness trip and in a homacidial mood and just took it out on me... again..." to "No things worth eating left in the cafeteria... again..." -- or anything in between. In this instance, however, it meant "We're desperately understaffed and need to do something about that."

Tseng however was a trained Veld observer* and turned his head towards the older man, chewing on the end of a pen.

"As fine as Reno and Rude are..."

Veld nodded.

They had an understanding. Few words were needed, and frankly, Veld liked it best that way.

"Candidates?" Inquired Veld. A single word, perhaps confusing for some, but what he meant was, "Have you gotten all the files for the possible new Turks in order yet?"

"Hmm..." Tseng, understanding of course, shuffled through a stack of folders. "Yes, sir. All in order."

"And you've interviewed them, I am assuming..."

"Of course."

"Hm."

"Er... Shall I send them to you for your examination?"

"Ah... Yes, that might be a good idea."

"Well, then." He got up, pushing his chair back and pausing to drain his cup of coffee, pulling a face at its bitterness, still not used to the flavour, "I'll fetch them now."

*(Shh, I know it sounds just a little wrong.)
[(OOC:
REQUIRED POSTERS: All, at least once, except Zack and Sephiroth *unless you want to*
MAY AUTO: Tseng may auto Veld, as it is practically required. Reno and Rude may auto each other, in moderation; all others must ask permission.
POST ORDER: None
REQUIRED POST LENGTH: None
NOTES: Remember to use your portrait icons~

Just a little something to get our feet wet and work out snarls early. Your character should wonder up to Veld's office, if you're a Nameless Turk, poke around in his own business if he's unrelated to the events (Sephiroth, Reeve, etc), bitch about the quality of the busts of the new Turks if you're Reno or Rude... Anyway, it's not strictly linear, so don't worry about it.)]

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Posted by: Rufus Shinra (crisis_control)
Posted at: November 28th, 2005 09:05 pm (UTC)

[OOC: Homocidal, eh? I can do that. >)]

"DAMNIT."

Rufus slammed his way into Veld's office, no mean feat considering that sliding doors typically couldn't make much noise in the way of slamming.

"What the hell was that on my last trip, Veld? Security wasn't bad, it was dismal. Some idiot with a peashooter got close enough to take down one of my escorts and land the other in hospital before I --I-- took him out. Would it kill you assign me a Turk in high threat areas?"

Posted by: zeng_ (zeng_)
Posted at: November 28th, 2005 11:41 pm (UTC)

"..I'll fetch them now--"

Tseng looked up at the unexpected interruption of one furious ShinRa Vice President and, unruffled as ever, blandly ended his statement as if there had been no pause for heated words: "..as soon as we've addressed our Vice President's security concerns, of course."

Impertinent child. Rufus had cause for complaint, all right, Tseng had already heard the reports about a shoot-out and incompetence nearly costing the VP his future career, but his accusations here and now were far, far off the mark. He ought to have verified his information before making such statements, especially in public.

Especially against Tseng's boss. Rufus might be a ShinRa heir, but that didn't give him the right to walk into peoples' offices and start falsely accusing them where accusation was not warranted.

"If you must know, Mr. Vice President," he replied calmly, half testy and half careful deference, "the Turks were not responsible for selecting your security detail on that particular trip. You were scheduled to be accompanied by Rude and myself. That designation was ...overridden."

He did not have to say who by. Rufus was a smart boy. And not even Veld could argue against a missive from Heidegger, who'd had the orders from the President's mouth himself. Too few Turks to spare was the official statement, and that was true. Scuttlebutt ran somewhat more ominously, and that was probably true as well.

"We will, of course," and he glanced sidelong at his boss, in case Veld wished him to quit while he was ahead, "see that the matter is addressed. Perhaps you would be interested to know that we have several new recruits ready for active duty. One might be spared for your use if you requested it."


[OOC Apologies for lack of portrait picture]

Posted by: Rufus Shinra (crisis_control)
Posted at: November 28th, 2005 11:56 pm (UTC)

Rufus narrowed his eyes from the response from this unexpected quarter, taking a deep breath to get a hold on his temper.

Overridden. Well done. That'll teach you to be too busy to doublecheck on ...minor... things like your security detail in future before another of those thrice-damned extended business trips. At least they don't poison the coffee any more. Too obvious.

He found himself crossing his arms to stop himself from running his hands through his hair in frustration. "New recruits?" he asked, forcing his tone to meet the Wutainese's level courtesy. "That's good news for the Department. I'd be interested in meeting them."

Posted by: Veld/ヴェルド (verudo)
Posted at: November 29th, 2005 12:13 am (UTC)

Veld might have moaned if he were one for emotional outbursts of such. Which he wasn't. But he was coming close to it, even in such a cloud of un-emotion as his head was in. He entertained the thought of sending Reno along with Rufus on his next business trip, but no--Heidegger would override him, he always did, seemed to get off on being a bully to Veld, oh so very childish, but then Heidegger was a child playing with a bucket of cheap soldiers, and Reno would bitch, if Heidegger didn't override him, why do I have to go with Rufus? Pausing for a second to internally readjust his tone, he looked up from his paperwork and nodded.

"Indeed, sir, of course you may meet them... But perhaps I could talk to them alone first...? It would be stressful, to be interviewed in front of you..."

Posted by: Rufus Shinra (crisis_control)
Posted at: November 29th, 2005 12:50 am (UTC)

It was tempting to say 'No', just on the principle of the matter, because the Vice President was currently in a temper to end all tempers, and when that happened, the rule of thumb seemed to be to spread the misery around. His father certainly led by example in that respect.

But Veld was looking very slightly harrassed, and Tseng's stare was getting flatter and seemed to imply that 'If you don't stop giving my boss trouble, you may count on having even worse security on your next trip', ...and the pile of paperwork that had built up in his absence had apparently reached orbital height. His secretary was lost, presumed stuck somewhere behind the mounds of paper in his office. Alas, so was Dark Nation.

"Of course. At your convenience, really." He smiled, lightning quick. "I leave for Corel in about a week, as my orders stand. It would be good if you could spare one or two of them to accompany me. Or I could ask SOLDIER, I suppose."

He bit back a sigh of lingering irritation. If the ...problem... with his security detail had originated from someone higher up in the food chain than Veld, then it was largely beyond his control. Which meant that he'd probably have to pack a bulletproof vest, several tanks, an escape chopper, and enough materia to win the Wutai war all over again on his next trip.

"Well then. I apologise for interrupting your work, gentlemen. Do keep me informed of the results of this recruitment exercise."

The doors slinked shut behind him as he stormed out.

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Posted by: Veld/ヴェルド (verudo)
Posted at: November 29th, 2005 05:10 am (UTC)

What next? Reno and Rude up to their antics coming in and making a ruckus? Was a parade planned in his office and no one bothered to tell him? The door slid open, however, to reveal Reeve, a decided step up from Rufus, but not exactly a face he wanted to see either. Reeve was not his favourite person in Shin-ra; too soft, almost too charismatic; that aside he allowed himself to become a glorified messenger boy. A pity, too, for the man was brilliant; all the same, Veld did not paticularly like dealing with him, as easy as it was. After Rufus, though...

Reeve entered with a file in his hands.

"...More paperwork for the Turks, Tuesti?"

Posted by: 01_one_man_army (01_one_man_army)
Posted at: November 29th, 2005 06:09 am (UTC)

Whistling tunelessly to himself, a certain spiky haired SOLDIER ambled his way through the hallways leading to Veld's office, files for some new Turk recruit tucked under his arm. He'd made the mistake of appearing to be free of any immediate engagements and been pressed into service as a delivery boy by one of the harried secretaries downstairs. Turks wanted a military file, they told him. Turks couldn't be bothered to come get it themselves. Turks absently requested someone run it up, and someone was ordered to do just that, only that someone turned around and handed it to someone else who handed it to someone else who handed it to one of the bottom feeder grunts. Who, of course, could hardly say no when given a file and told to take it to so-and-so up in such-and-such Department, and never mind the fact that the poor errand boy in question didn't have the security clearance to get that far.

"Go after him and take it the rest of the way, would you, Zack? He'll be stuck at one of the elevators, I'm sure. Can't miss him. Blond spiky hair, big blue eyes.” The secretary put on a mournful expression, pouting at him a little. “It’s enough to make a girl cry, you know, with faces like that running around. He’s prettier than I am.”

Zack assured her that this could not possibly be the case, that she was by far the most beautiful flower in her office, the most exquisite jewel, etc etc, pocketed the little yellow post it note with her phone number on it and then took himself off on the mission that had been requested of him. He had to do it, now, with that description. He hadn’t needed it and the girl probably knew that.

Funny the way he kept running into that punk kid, usually just in time to save his entirely too pretty ass.

And speaking of entirely too pretty…was that the boy Shinra’s voice he heard, raised in temper to match his father’s?

Oh lookie, it was.

He heard the tail end of the conversation and wished he had not. He shook his head in disgust over the things a man with too much power would subject his only son to, and then stuck himself to the wall when the door opened a second time to eject an irritated chibi Heir. He immediately plastered a blank, neutral expression on his face as if he had not been standing there listening. If Rufus said nothing to him then he wouldn’t have to say anything to Rufus. Talking Seph down out of a rage might have been one of his particular talents, but that hardly held a candle to royal teenagers and their tempers.

Posted by: Rufus Shinra (crisis_control)
Posted at: November 29th, 2005 08:40 pm (UTC)

Rufus, sulking, slouching with his hands stuck in his pockets, didn't see the taller SOLDIER until he stepped on his foot.

And jumped back, automatically blurting out an apology. And took in the uniform. And frowned slightly.

Something about ...some memo some time some where... bugged him. What had it been about? He couldn't remember for the life of him, except that it involved...

...chocobos.


...Or perhaps that had been another report. Whatever. Perhaps if he talked to the SOLDIER it would recall whatever it had been... and besides, he'd been on his way to scream at talk to Heidegger already about certain life-changing reassignments (fat lot of good that would do). Perhaps there was a way of getting some competent backup by circumventing usual red tape.

"Were you in charge of the post operation clean up after the shoot out in lower Junon?" he inquired.

Posted by: 01_one_man_army (01_one_man_army)
Posted at: November 29th, 2005 09:51 pm (UTC)

While it was ever so slightly annoying that his nickname of ‘Sephiroth’s Shadow’ apparently extended into people completely not noticing he was around, even to the point of WALKING ON HIM, Zack had resigned himself to the post of That Guy Who Stands Behind Sephiroth long ago without much care for stealing the spotlight. He could handle being a shadow cast by the brightest light, he thought. It got chicks like whoa, being both the unappreciated sidekick and one of the few links to the greatest soldier the world had ever seen. This hand, he would drawl, once touched Sephiroth’s hair.

Cue girlish shrieking. Cue propositions for his hand. Cue propositions for anything else of him that might have also once been in Sephiroth’s presence.

It also made dealing with many of the ShinRa a little easier, because he usually had a chance to meet them without their notice, they being too busy trying to lick Seph’s polished boots and he unnoticed, free to make any observations he wished from the General’s side. He’d never spoken to Rufus ShinRa before but he’d met the kid several times. The most recent one had been during the chocobo sex tape scandal.

He waved aside the apology, given that Rufus was all of fifteen and his weight hardly registered beneath the steel tipped riding boots Zack was wearing, and saluted down at the princeling with the hand not holding the manila folder. “No harm done, your …I mean, ah, sir.”

He’d almost, almost said ‘your Highnessness.’ So much for not getting into trouble while he was in the city, as had been Seph’s last dry admonishment to him. He was under specific orders from the General to not get into barfights, gunfights, swordfights, fistfights, or allow himself to be fired, or murdered, or defenestrated, all of which were basically equivalent to being fired from ShinRa.

At least Rufus wasn’t demanding to know what he’d heard while standing outside Veld’s office. Eavesdropping on Turk business was bad for one’s health.

He blinked at the unexpected question.

“Junon?” Repeated blankly. He’d been out on bug hunts in the wilds with Seph for what seemed like months now, hadn’t heard anything more than rumors about what was going on back in civilization, but….

Oh. That Junon.

No wonder the kid had been upset. Who wouldn’t be. But if he was looking for a culprit, he was barking up wrong tree. “Not me, sir. I only got into Midgar yesterday.” There was probably a report (or eighty) on his desk about it, his only knowledge of the incident came from Cloud’s eager gossip, the boy as always hoping to have brought something useful for Zack to take back with him in the field. ShinRa brass was not always so forthcoming about what was going on with the homefront as they ought to be. “I heard you handled the situation yourself.”

Cloud had been particularly impressed with that. A leader who could fight for himself was a leader that much closer to the common soldier, and the current President had never made a habit of fighting his own battles when he could order someone else to take care of it for him. Zack was not sure Cloud understood the implications of a fifteen year old boy forced to take up arms because his father hadn’t seen to his proper protection.

He glanced at the closed door of Veld’s office. “Seems to me as though your bodyguards have been slacking off, sir.”


Posted by: Rufus Shinra (crisis_control)
Posted at: November 29th, 2005 10:07 pm (UTC)
Rufus - Heir Apparent

Your...

Rufus scowled furiously at the SOLDIER's near slip, before schooling his features into something (vaguely) more friendly.

"Junon. Pity." He brushed his bangs out of face. "I heard that SOLDIER was assigned to catch the culprits, except that it's been days and they haven't sent an update of their progress."

He paused, a stray memory clicking into place. Sephiroth, of course. Standing around at another of those stupid, meaningless ceremonies that the old man was so fond of. He remembered thinking that Sephiroth wasn't the only one who was bored, as he himself leaned against a wall, peering around the crowd for the wont of anything better to do.

He remembered a SOLDIER, and a sword that must have been the butt of all the "over compensation" jokes in training programme. Now if only he could put a name to the face.

"My bodyguards? I don't believe I actually have any at the moment." The thought of Veld oh-so-courteously brushing him off like that, as if a security leak in Shinra's highest levels (one that wasn't of his own instigation, at least) and an assassination attempt on Shinra's resident pretty face and sole representative of the PR department Vice President was--

--he glanced down at his fingers, entwined with a few gold strands. His forehead stung briefly from where he had torn them out. His eyes lighted on the folder that the SOLDIER was carrying. So someone had an excess of free time, eh?

He gestured at the file. "I wasn't aware that SOLDIER ran errands for the Turks."



He totally recalled what that memo had been about now. And the way the Board of Directors had unanimously voted not to send any more SOLDIER delegations down to the Chocobo Farm. Or to the other Chocobo ...Farm in Wall Market.

Posted by: 01_one_man_army (01_one_man_army)
Posted at: November 29th, 2005 10:54 pm (UTC)

“Wouldn’t know, sir, about the progress,” Zack answered truthfully. He hadn’t actually looked at any of those reports. “But I’m sure they’ll be caught soon enough.” If they weren’t, he might look into it himself. Whether or not the Heir to the Throne had sufficient security was not an issue he could meddle in lightly and thus by necessity not his problem, but the efficiency of SOLDIER was.

Didn’t have ..any? The Turks wouldn’t have stood for that, if it were in any way their decision. He recognized the all too familiar scent of inter-Departmental squabbles and chose not to needle any further. Veld must ready to choke a bitch, caught between conflicting interests.

He was thankful, not for the first time, that there were few such divisions in SOLDIER. Sephiroth owned SOLDIER. Everyone knew that. The President and his dogs thought they owned Sephiroth, and Sephiroth was usually content to appear owned. It gave him and his men nearly free reign for their own business. A significant gift, freedom, in a company like this one.

He also wanted to tell Rufus not to pull out his hair like that, he’d probably end up as bald as that guy Rude in due time, and there was no point in hastening the inevitable, now was there?

“Not for the Turks.” He grinned, that slightly manic grin that had so terrified his fellows back in training, and produced a post it note with some numbers on it. “For Nikky’s phone number.” He thought a moment. “No, I don’t think there’s anyone in Turks I’d play delivery boy for in exchange for their number.”

He already had Reno’s, after all.


Posted by: Rufus Shinra (crisis_control)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 12:05 am (UTC)

Rufus' errant memory finally decided to dredge up a name from the depths of... depths of depths, yeah.

SOLDIER 1st class.
Zack.

Fondly known amongst the Rank as Sephiroth's Shadow. And high up enough on the pecking order to throw weight around in SOLDIER.

Ah.

A stroke of luck, perhaps.

"On the topic of bodyguards... since the Turks seem to be woefully understaffed at the moment, I was wondering if SOLDIER could spare a few men. My next... assignment... is in a rather hazardous zone."

Urk. The thought of Chocobos was making his brain processes slow.

Posted by: 01_one_man_army (01_one_man_army)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 01:13 am (UTC)

Zack arched a brow, wondering how bad it really had gotten during his absence if Rufus was looking for support in the military now, and especially asking it of him. Daddy ShinRa had a fondness for the toys that were his war machines. Daddy ShinRa and the Science Department both had unholy fascinations with Zack’s General, and Zack was fairly sure that Rufus sniffing about SOLDIER would not be looked on kindly by the President…

…then again, what would the man do? Get angry? Banish his successor from Midgar? Abandon any pretense of subtlety and send the assassins himself rather than make sure Rufus was vulnerable to them?

Hells, this was supposed to be the Turks’ responsibility. Veld probably knew better than anyone what was at stake if someone offed the VP, having far more contacts in the city amongst civilians and the other various factions of ShinRa than SOLDIER ever would. He knew more about the state of Midgar and the company than its own President.

The file in his hand was suddenly remembered, and a warning trilled in the back of his mind. Academy graduate, wasn’t it. Military trained. Marks indicated she’d have made a fine SOLDIER, but the Turks wanted her instead. Dark blue eyes narrowed slightly, recalling what else Cloud had mentioned as the current buzz around HQ.

That many new Turks being screened, all at the same time, at a moment when anti-ShinRa activity had skyrocketed to levels not seen since the most pessimistic years of the war. That many new Turks, from that many backgrounds. Military. Aristocrat. Underworld. Outworld, beyond Midgar.

It seemed someone was being clever. It seemed someone was, oh so innocuously, consolidating factions under a single Department. One loyal only to the President.

Whosoever happened to hold that position.

Or else Veld had suddenly been struck by a bad case of required demographic diversity. Heidegger had certainly never bothered. Tseng, inscrutable Wutai bastard that he was, wouldn’t have gotten very far if Heidegger had been paying attention to Veld’s little pet projects.

….Rufus obviously had no idea. Perhaps there was no idea to be had. Perhaps it was all just a series of convenient coincidences.

And perhaps he was a gold chocobo. Sephiroth could chew him out for his rashness later.

“You’re the Vice President, kid. It’s your surname on my commission,” he drawled. “You don’t need to ask.”

“Anyone you want is yours.” Excepting the General. Rufus doubtlessly already knew that.

Rufus also doubtlessly knew who would be the first person to hear about someone asking for SOLDIER assignments over Heidegger’s authority. Seph would know before the President. Zack would make sure he’d know.

About time the kid got acquainted with the man who had won an empire for Rufus’ father. About time he got acquainted with the man who could take it back.

Posted by: Rufus Shinra (crisis_control)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 01:23 am (UTC)

Several things were occuring to Rufus at the same time, now that the white hot fury was finally fading.

There were things afoot, of course. There always were, especially of late. Certain ... anti-Shinra groups gaining power and influence. He couldn't claim credit for all of that, of course, but it paid to pay attention to certain trends to recognize when it was better to stand on the side of the tidal wave than to try and stand in its way...

...And it was sometimes worth giving the tidal wave a little nudge in the right direction, especially if you couldn't stop it.


He suppressed a mental shrug. Given a choice, he would have waited a few more years and tried for a more subtle way of tilting the balance of power such that it fell neatly into his lap. Terrorist groups blowing up Shinra facilities was such a waste of money and lives. But given the number of near death incidents he'd experienced this year alone, it seemed that his dearest father was pushing his hand.

They would see who let up his guard first.

In the meantime, in the event that certain Presidencies passed, it was in his best interests to familiarize himself with the Company. And despite the old man's best efforts to keep him away from Shinra's prized treasure, it seemed that fate had just handed him a golden opportunity on a platter.

"I understand if you have to clear this with your superior first," he said. "I'll fill in the requisite forms and drop them off."

More paperwork. Happy happy joy joy.

Posted by: 01_one_man_army (01_one_man_army)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 01:57 am (UTC)

"Kid," and Zack tapped him on the head with the manila folder, reckless smile breaking like a sunrise over his face. "One thing you have to remember about SOLDIER. There's who's in charge, and who's really in charge, and then there's who can forge all the signatures."

He paused. "Of course, one of them you won't have to forge. You don't mind my volunteering, do you?" And without waiting for the blond to say yes or no, continued cheerfully about how Rufus didn't have to worry, he'd be in the best of hands, professionalism, one time at band camp, blah blah blah, etc etc and so on and so forth.

"I'll even take care of the paperwork part of it," he promised, privately amused by the fact that Rufus couldn't refuse his involvement now and didn't dare try, lest he risk exposing a potentially valuable link to SOLDIER. "My office is just downstairs. If you weren't doing anything else, we could have everything ready in half an hour."

Now he paused for Rufus' response, smiling an altogether untrustworthy, conspiratorial smile, and waited for the Vice President to agree. There wasn't much choice otherwise. The boy hadn't left himself any other outs.

Zack almost felt sorry for him, but not too much, because he was, after all, a terrible brat most of the time.

He'd take the file up to Veld later, or coerce someone else into doing it. It wasn't as if the man needed it right at that very instant, and if he did, too bad. Zack was going to be busy looking after something that Veld ought to have been taking care of in the first place.

Posted by: Rufus Shinra (crisis_control)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 02:11 am (UTC)

[OOC: And... sorry for holding up the main thread with the babbling of two minor characters :D;]

Of all the-- patting me on the head with a file as if I were 5? Or his subordinate? Rufus restrained an indignant splutter -- just barely (he was quite sure some of it had spluttered its way out) -- and marshalled a reply...

...only to be steamrollered by the SOLDIER's subsequent debut.


...He had the sudden, nasty feeling that he had bitten off more than he could chew.

On the bright side, I can look forward to not having to carry three concealed side arms to official meetings on my next trip. One hopes.

He nodded, unable to resist a slight jab back as Zack rambled to a halt: "It's good to see that SOLDIER's functioning so efficiently these days. Makes for a pleasant change."

He paused, long enough to carefully tell his brain to ignore the thought of his paperwork reaching critical mass in his absence and imploding into a blackhole under its own gravity.

"Well, I do think I could spare half an hour. It would be good to get this sorted out now." And he nodded, in a lead the way gesture, wondering just what he'd gotten himself into.

...And what ulterior motives this Zack had. No one got near the Vice President without wanting something from him in return...

Posted by: Veld/ヴェルド (verudo)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 04:34 am (UTC)

((OOC: Get a room, you two! AHAH. Not a problem. XD))

Posted by: Rufus Shinra (crisis_control)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 04:42 am (UTC)

[OOC: We were trying so hard to avoid that phrase >). Although I'm TERRIBLY DISAPPOINTED in Zack mun for not using it. XP]

Posted by: 01_one_man_army (01_one_man_army)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 03:19 pm (UTC)

I said 'step into my office!' Or something to that effect! e_e Kids these days, don't recognize a decent pick up line unless it's one they saw inna movie...

Posted by: turkish_crimson (turkish_crimson)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 04:37 am (UTC)

There was a snick of a lighter as Reno lit a cigarette while he waited impatiently for the elevator to reach its designated floor.

Apparently, the rookies were supposed to come in today.

Reno was still at odds about that. Normally, he didn't dip into the bureaucratic side of things, perfectly content to pass the often headache-inducing torch onto Tseng and Veld. This time, however, he had actual cause to be concerned. Namely, an increase in security risks, which translated to a greater chance of he and the others ending up dead. There was a reason, after all, why the Turks were so compact--being at the top of the food chain meant they had access to almost all of Shin-Ra's information and all of Shin-Ra's networks. An expansion could easily compromise them all.

Not to mention, he was used to working with such few people, people he trusted fully to watch his back, and he wasn't sure how he felt about having some rookie there instead. Even if the kid had good intentions, a lack of experience could always be a problem...

Ah, well, what the hell. At least he wouldn't be the newest recruit anymore.

Reno exhaled a cloud of smoke, watching it drift up to the ceiling. The elevator doors dinged cheerily and slid open.

He took his time stepping out and strolling down the corridor, seeing there was no need to hurry considering he was already late.

Yawing, he ran a hand through his messy red hair. Blue eyes drifted up front in order to spot...Rufus and a SOLDIER? Heading off somewhere together. The SOLDIER, whom he only vaguely recognized, appeared somewhat smug, while Rufus looked...perturbed, almost. And a little resigned.

Reno paused in front of Veld's office, watching them leave.

What the hell was Rufus doing with some SOLDIER? He knew the VP rarely came in contact with those guys. The Turks, after all, were the ones he mostly interacted with, being the ones who protected him...

Although, recent events regarding the VP going off with no Turks assigned stated otherwise.

Reno was still a little pissed about that. It appeared that the Turks were being shoved aside, and this new incident with Rufus and the SOLDIER only further solidified that theory.

Dammit. What the friggin' hell was goin' on?

Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the door. He slid it open and stepped inside, flicking his cigarette. Ash fluttered to the ground.

He leaned against the wall closest to Veld and scanned the office. One eyebrow lifted in question.

"Where's everyone else?"

Posted by: Veld/ヴェルド (verudo)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 07:22 am (UTC)
@ Reno

In general, it wasn't exactly a delight to see Reno; Reno was brash. Reno was rude. Reno was crass. Reno was unprofessional. Certainly, he was second only to Tseng as far as usefulness went which wasn't saying anything with only four Turks, really yet all the same said something, but Veld was grated by his loose attitude; perhaps it was a jealousy or perhaps it was just a disdain. Perhaps it was both.

Veld was not in the mood to deal with anyone else anyway--not quite to bitch-choking but maybe chocobo-choking-- period, but nevertheless, pausing to take another sip of the now-icy coffee that sat upon his desk, he turned and cordially answered the faux-redhead, whom he noted had removed his tie and unzipped his coat... again. Veld almost felt sorry for Reno's mother; it was have been a disaster trying to keep him dressed.

"Tseng has gone to fetch the new recruits. You should stay around... Where is Rude?"

Veld didn't wait for an answer, and went back to examining the papers before him. Reeve had designed the Mako Reactors, hadn't he? Why was he not department head yet...? A good question. Certainly, however, there was a reason, he thought, and sipped his cold coffee.

Posted by: Rude (rude_er)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 02:00 pm (UTC)

Rude stood outside Veld's office, preparing himself for what could easily be a difficult day. He craned his neck to the right, feeling a few joints pop which released some tension. He rolled his shoulders back and pulled on the front seams of his blazer to straighten it. Even though he was late, he had to keep up his image as a Turk. And with all the buzz around the office over the new recruits, he hoped that this title wouldn't be in jeopardy.

The corporate sector of Shin-Ra was getting under Rude's skin. There was too much infighting, too many allies and too many enemies. He was almost sure that the cause for the new recruits had something to do with corporate beauracracy. If the administration would simply leave the Turks be, the President and heir-apparent wouldn't be in fear of getting shot at and Rude could do his job.

But he certainly wasn't earning any respect being late.

With an index finger, he prodded his sunglasses up towards his brow. Time for work. He knocked on the door to Veld's office and without waiting for a response, opened it.

Posted by: zeng_ (zeng_)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 05:21 pm (UTC)

'Fetching the new recruits' was turning into something more like 'hunt down the new recruits from wherever it was in the entirety of the building they'd gotten lost or sidetracked,' and not for the first time Tseng caught himself muttering darkly about the state of security in this place. None of them had the codes for any floor higher than three down. Yet, conveniently, the floor three down happened to be devoid of anything resembling Turk recruits.

Either they'd tailgated higher or the system hiccuped or ...who knew. Rufus storming into the office had delayed his getting to the lobby where they were supposed to be waiting. There certainly wasn't anyone there now.

And speaking of the Vice President...it hadn't done Tseng's temper any good to see Rufus being ushered off to god knows where by that cracked second in command of Sephiroth's. He halted, not believing what he was seeing for a moment, until the SOLDIER had the gall to catch his glare and wink back at him.

There was nothing he could do about it. Rufus had threatened to go to SOLDIER, too impatient to wait for the Turks to deal with the situation, and there wasn't any legitimate reason to call him on it. The Vice President, even as a figurehead, had every right to associate with any aspect of ShinRa that he chose. Nevermind that the President would gut someone when he heard about it. More specifically, when he heard who Rufus had gone to.

Another, similarly ominous speculation was what Rufus might do in the future if he continued to believe that his confidence in the Turks had been misplaced. Veld wielded considerable power in the upper echelons. It would go badly for everyone involved if the Vice President chose to re-align himself with another faction, especially one as notoriously difficult as the military.

Perhaps he had been too quick in his defense. Heidegger had overridden them, true, but that didn't mean ...

....okay, to a fifteen year old who'd just been the target of several assassination attempts, yes it probably did mean that there was no use in expecting the Turks to save his hide, if orders from above were going to continue to shorten Veld's leash. Still.

Tseng briefly considered intervening anyway, though it was not his place to do so. Of all the idiotic moves, getting involved with someone so close to Sephiroth...

Not to mention someone who seemed to collect pretty underage blond boys with big blue eyes. Was the man starting a harem or what?

Nothing he could do, he repeated to himself, nodding coldly back at the SOLDIER, whose shit eating grin only widened. Nothing except get the Turks back up to full capacity as soon as possible and hope no harm came of letting Rufus dabble in the military.

People said the Turks ran dangerous games, digging into the affairs and secrets of other Departments during the course of their investigations. Nothing to compared to what would happen to someone caught poking around in SOLDIER.

He decided abruptly that he no longer had the time to hunt up errant Turk recruits. A five minute security override for the elevators and a call over the comm system ought to bring them running.

Posted by: Rafe (doublegunshot)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 08:25 pm (UTC)

Rafe looks up from studying the map of Shinra HQ (manufacturing department, administrative division, west wing - how many sections were there to this building anyway?) as the intercom crackled and buzzed over his head.

"All new Turk recruits, report immediately to the 67th floor administrative offices. Your security clearance has been temporarily upgraded to facilitate this procedure."

...So much for discreet meetings.

The former bodyguard turns and heads for the nearest elevator, chafing inwardly at being called up like an errant child because the higher-ups couldn't bother to communicate simple meeting directions over the phone. Other than a few curt, clandestine conversations, Rafe had not spoken to the head of the Turks since his initial offer several weeks ago. There had been hints, yes, promises of further details which never actually came. He knew from the local grapevine that Shinra was having serious problems with the AVALANCHE group, had had numerous small skirmishes and not a few close calls (though the propaganda that passed for news these days never mentioned a thing), but...if it weren't for the Don's latest business deal...

Rafe shook his head, determined to force the slums out of his mind. He had not left Wall Market's political sniping for just another mass of intrigue and red tape.

A soft 'ding' announces the elevators arrival on the 67th floor. With a mental sigh, Rafe braces himself to face yet another long hallway of identical steel doors.

Posted by: Fuhito (fuhito)
Posted at: November 30th, 2005 08:54 pm (UTC)

((OOC: This was a pain. Tell me how I do, a'kay?))

Fuck it, Fuhito decided. No more of this minor toying and piddling in what was essentially a pissing contest with Shin-ra Inc.; it wasn't effective, wasn't getting their message across.

Wasn't making use of his inventions, either.

Elllfee, he drawled, sprawled out in a way he'd never let his grunts see, outfit half-buttoned at best, glasses crooked, in an almost whining voice, when are we going to blow something up make Shin-ra and old man Veld sit up and bark? And Elfe stared at him for a moment and she turned away again to her paperwork, enigmatic, sagely bitch, always with the lack of words and while Fuhito didn't mind by a long-shot that she wasn't a chatterbox under practically all circumstances it was grating him now. Shears laughed at Elfe's ignoring Fuhito, shortly, stupidly almost, but stopped abruptly when Fuhito threw a boot at his head. Elfe turned, glaring at the two childish AVALANCHE elite; stop it, you both; patience, we'll wound them in time. Your creations aren't finished anyway, are they?

They're close enough, grumbled Fuhito.

Hmm, said Elfe, best to make sure.

And Fuhito staggered to his feet, retrieved his boot, buttoned his shirt and fixed his glasses, and left. Shears slunk after, like a whipped puppy.

"Soon, Veld... This will be fascinating," muttered the women, under her breath.

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