[OOC: Started up a new log because the other thread disappeared off my f-list]The need for air was getting overwhelming.Rufus staggered away from Scarlet's very drunken attempts to get one arm around his shoulders and another down his pants, banged his leg painfully against the table, split punch down his jacket, and figured that a strategic retreat was called for. Perhaps he would even return to his room for reinforcements. No one, however drunk, messed with one large panther, black, fully equiped with enough jaw strength to crush bone. And tentacles. Two tentacles.Abandoning the now empty glass, he staggered towards the doors of the ballroom, wondering why the world seemed to insist on listing slightly to the right. Surely it wasn't because the room had been built on a slope. He'd have been... notified if it was. He'd have to take the Head of Building Administration to task very seriously about allowed sinkage to this extent. No wait.He paused just outside the doors, shaking his head violently as his senses caught up rather belatedly with him. How many glasses of punch had he drunk? It had been one. Then another when he'd talked to Reeve's secretary. And another when Heidegger had started telling his... jokes. And... oh gods.He groaned as he dimly recalled several more in between that one and the one he had split. Well, maybe he simply wouldn't be back. After all, it wasn't as if anyone would miss him----the world listed again, and sharply, and he stumbled, lost his balance and staggered into the wall. Except that there was a Turk in the way.[Tags: doublegunshot]
It was bad enough, Sephiroth reflected as he swept through the hallways like the world's most imposing, trench-coat wearing avalanche, that he had to put up with the ridiculousness of Shinra and Shinra corporation's policies when it came to making decisions that were, inescapably, military decisions that ought to be made by military personnel. Things like how many troops to send where, (none, to Fort Condor, the ornithologist cultists weren't actively harming anyone and meanwhile there were innocent people dying in the jaws of unhunted dragons up in the mountains), and why it wasn't a good idea to requisition armored tanks to handle guerillas in the middle of a Wutai swamp. Bad enough, if one wanted to get technical, that Shinra brought him these problems at all. As though they expected that he was going to be able to solve them after they'd already gone in and mangled the situation beyond repair as only they could. How could he, when he was a product of Shinra himself; Shinra training, Shinra genetic experimentation….the entire Shinra mentality, perhaps, brought on from overexposure. He had never lived anywhere except Midgar. Or so he thought. He could never remember anywhere except Midgar and that wasn't truly the same thing.He was a soldier. Not a politician and not a bureaucrat, no more than the product of training and clinical thinking and that cold eyed logic that came so naturally, possibly nothing more than the inhuman killing machine the rumors coming out of Wutai had painted him as. Zack always vehemently denied such things. Zack got into the few true arguments they had over similar statements. Zack was doing this to him on purpose.The blue eyed, blond SOLDIER under Zack's command trotting in his wake had an expression close to sheer terror; the carefully restrained temper still had irritation rolling off Sephiroth in waves. He was not happy about this turn of events involving the Vice President. He was not happy about his second in command acting out of turn and involving both himself and Sephiroth. He was especially not happy that there was not a damn thing he could about it now.There were days when he wondered if he might press his luck and see if President Shinra really would overlook murder on his behalf. They would never find Zack's body. Midgar had plenty of shallow ditches. The Turks had certainly proved it.Speaking of the Turks, it's a very irritated looking Tseng that he nearly runs into turning the corner; an irritated Tseng and a very, very smug auburn haired SOLDIER. Smirking. With Tseng's hands on the wall on either side of his head. Oh how very compromising, the entire scene suggested, and Sephiroth did not believe for a minute that it had not been staged. No wonder Zack had been confident that no one would see to the Vice President before Sephiroth could get there. Irvine made for a very convincing diversion.Behind him, Zell let out a squawk of surprise. "What the hell, Kinneas?!"Exactly. Kinneas. Green eyes narrowed.Tseng's expression had slid into horror and then full blown rage, glancing back at the SOLDIER he was …doing whatever it was he was doing with. Berating, likely, although that wasn't how it looked. The impulsiveness of youth. Irvine wasn't looking very chastised, which was probably the point.There were, it seemed, no depths to which Zack's devious mind would not sink when he was making an effort.
"Xian," the General acknowledged coolly, while the Turk stepped sharply away from the wall and his erstwhile captive pinned against it. Irvine straightened but made no effort to put himself together otherwise, just tossed off a salute with his shirt mussed and the top few buttons undone. "Dammit, Irvine," Zell hissed. "You are in so much trouble…""Private." "Yes sir!" The blond snapped to attention so quickly he quivered. "We are wasting time here." Tseng's suspicious and furious gaze bored into Sephiroth's, misplaced anger but there was nothing to be done for it now. He could make no promises on this thing that an overly altruistic idiot had set into motion. "So we are, sir," Irvine drawled. To his credit, he neither paled nor flinched when both Turk and SOLDIER immediately glared at him. Another moment of tension and Sephiroth simply strode off, Irvine and Zell at his heels and Tseng staring daggers at his back. He was past caring at this point. He might have been required to play, but he was not required to play diplomatically. A few minutes later saw their collective arrival at the VP's rooms. Sephiroth left his unwanted escorts outside with a wordless icy look and keyed the access code, irritated at being forced into a role he was completely unsuited for. This should have been Tseng's job. This was Tseng's job. But now it was Zack's job, because Zack had opened his idiot mouth, and now it was Sephiroth's job because Zack had taken it into his head to play politics at the most inconvenient point possible.The door slid open.
"Later, Dark Nation," Rufus mumbled, caught in that zone where he wasn't quite asleep and certainly not awake, and probably closer to the former than the latter. Something shifted at those words, soft fur brushing the edges of his fingertips where his arm hung over the edge of the bed. Huh? Not Dark Nation pawing at the door asking to be let out, then. Belated, he thought that it might have been the sound of the door opening, which meant that----he flung himself over the edge of the bed, except that it wasn't the bed and his reflexes were wallowing somewhere in cotton candy land, all fluffy and happily sticky. He hit the side table instead, sending something crashing to the ground, and Dark Nation took off with a yowl. He pulled a pistol from its concealed jacket, noting fuzzily that his shotgun was not by its usual stand beside his bed -- wait, this was the living room, not his bed room, what the hell -- and tried to keep his head down behind the very inadequate protection that the couch offered. It took him three tries to get the safety off, and with the world dancing the way it was, he knew that he wasn't going to be able to aim worth a damn.Weren't there supposed to be guards? Wouldn't he have heard a commotion if someone had tried to force his way through all the layers of security to break into his room?If you're caught sleeping, sir, it's better to pretend that you aren't awake. It makes our job easier, sir. Tseng's voice nagged him, belatedly, and he groaned mentally. Dark Nation was growling, somewhere out there, and he hissed at her to return to his side. Oh crap. Party. Post party. He was still drunk, and there was no way he was up to this. Where were the Turks?!