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Wall Market cont'd
by 01_one_man_army (01_one_man_army)
at February 19th, 2006 (08:18 pm)

Zell being Zell found himself torn between running after Zack or running after Rufus, at least until he meets Cal’s flat glare and catches the brief jerk of her head to right.




He darts after Zack. And within centimeters of the side door, finds a fist in his jacket hauling him bodily inside and then slamming him up against the wall.

“What the hell’s he going to Wall Market for,” Zack hisses, exhibiting a remarkable recovery in his complete absence of retching now and slamming on the water faucet to cover the lack of appropriate sound effects.

“I don’t know!”

“You're his bodyguard, Dincht, it’s your bloody job to know!” Another snarl and then Zack stalks away, pacing angrily. “Avalanche has spies all over the Slums. If they figure out where he’s headed…”

“The Turk’s going with him.” Zell felt compelled to point that out.

“The entire bleeding army could go with him and he wouldn’t be any safer. A guy who stands out as much as he does can’t just waltz around in the open and not expect to get noticed.”

Zell couldn’t argue with that. “Couldn’t he….I dunno, go in disguise or something?”

A snort from Zack. “Young corporate executive out for a night on the town, maybe? Rich boy slumming it up? He can’t act worth a damn, someone would see right through it unless…..”

Pause. A look of almost unholy glee had appeared on the older SOLDIER’s face.

Zell prudently takes a step back. “Unless…?” he prods warily.

Zack beams. It’s like watching a tiger yawn. “Go get him.”

Even more warily, as that look had never boded well for anyone: “Why?”

Zack makes a shooing motion rather than answer. “Hurry up or he’ll get away! Tell him I’ll allow him to go to Wall Market on one condition, and if he doesn’t agree he’ll find the entirety of Shinra on alert for a Vice Presidential escapee.”

“That’s kinda low, isn’t it?”

“Better that than a bullet in his head. Go get him. I’ll have to make a few calls real quick…”

“You should probably put some pants on too.”

“….oh right.”


Fortunately or unfortunately for Rufus, Zell's experience with chasing down fleeing prey has been made up of chasing down the most elusive quarry of all, the solitary and wily Squall Leonhart, and it would be safe to say that Zell is by now very, very good at catching up to people who didn't want to be caught up to.

"Mr. Vice President sir!" Waving arms and all. It looks a little retarded, but it also makes it impossible for Rufus to ignore him.

Repeat Zack's message. Wait for automatic suspicious 'and just what is this condition' response.

Zell tries out his very best innocent look. "No idea. Better go back and ask him, yah?"


Posted by: 01_one_man_army (01_one_man_army)
Posted at: February 20th, 2006 04:42 am (UTC)

When Zell fails to reappear with Rufus in tow, it’s a pretty solid assumption that the Shinra Heir 1.) threw a hissy fit and outright refused or 2.) threw a hissy fit and outright refused because Zell was fucking up the persuasion bit and now Zack would have to smooth it over. Zell was too honest to lie convincingly and he would have no doubt phrased the proposition in the worst way possible, like a threat.

Which it was, of course, but one didn’t /have/ to make it sound that way.

Zack’s personal requirements for making himself presentable are, as always, haphazard and quick, so he’s out the door and trailing after Rufus and Co. in about two second flat with pants undone, wearing someone else’s shirt, and dripping water all over the floor from the ducking his head perfunctorily under the sink to clear it. On the way he pauses momentarily for his other underling, who casually waves off Zack’s apology for the shooting thing. “I’ll live. Have fun in Wall Market. Get me a present.”

“How about you getting to call Feather and see if she’s on shift right now?”

The look Irvine gives him is deeply disappointed. “That’s not a present, that’s work.”

“Do it anyway,” Zack suggests in an uncompromising sort of tone before taking off. Rufus is getting away.

But not too far, thankfully, due to Cal’s timely intervention as Zack catches up to the lot of them. He would have winked but she’d likely break his jaw. Cal’s sense of humor could occasionally mirror Sephiroth’s, especially in the part where neither of them had one, which was probably why they got along.

He catches the tail end of Rafe and Zell’s little hissing contest, which earns Zell a hard look and a promise of future violence, but more importantly also catches Rufus’ answer to Cal. Poor chibi Shinra. One can almost hear the conflict of instinctive distrust warring with apparently necessary pragmatism in Rufus’ brain. It would be much, much easier for everyone involved if Rufus would unclench enough to just trust the people that were only trying to help him, but that’s not really an option and Zack knows it. Rufus not having very many people he could trust was what had led to this entire situation in the first place.

Before anyone can say anything else, Zack takes his convenient cue for an entrance. “Alright alright, you want it in person, here I am.” He rakes a hand through his hair, ignoring the general state of half-undressed. He’s still wearing the chocobo boxers underneath the undone pants.

“Bottom line is, you’re too high profile, Mr. Vice President. If I were less of an all around nice guy, I’d say you shouldn’t even be allowed to go, as I don’t see any possible way of ensuring your safety outside the walls of this building. As I’m sure you know it would be a drastic risk.” Like Rufus needed the reminder with all the assassination attempts he’d endured.

Also, don’t look at the Turk. Don’t look at the Turk even as the implication is being made that Rafe isn’t enough protection. If Rafe is smart he’ll realize that one man, even a Turk and even a professional ex-mafioso is not enough to give Rufus the cover he’s damn well going to need, so hopefully the man won’t protest the apparent insult to his abilities.

“But. I said I’m willing to give you any help you need and I meant it, so here’s our options instead. I can get you out into the city unrecognized and relatively well protected so you can do whatever it is you need to do, but you’re going to have to go along with what I ask of you in order to get there.”

No point in cushioning the blow, and Zack’s voice is candid. “You won’t like it, I can tell you that already, but I guarantee it /will/ work. So now you get to decide: are you going to trust me and my decisions on this or are you going to take your own chances?”

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