Lycan
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Post by Lycan on Oct 13, 2010 13:10:30 GMT -5
Lycan followed Hojo and Nina with his lumbering steps. Was he to be a replacement or was he to be tested on further? Only his master would know. It was lucky for Hojo, as President Shinra was unaware of Lycan's hearing, most of what Tseng said, was heard by the beast.
"Lycan wait for next elevator, too heavy. Unsafe for Master. Unless Lycan shifts, sir." He said, as they arrived at the elevator. Hojo and Nina would be fine, but the weight of his weight would probably cause the elevator to crash.
The hulking beast turned back, to watch the guards close the door, granting him one last sight of Elena. The woman he tried to impress by taking the assignment to protect Doctor Hojo.
Which kinda backfired on him..
The scent of a baloney sandwich made Lycan begin to drool, as he looked around for the source of the scent. Always hungry in his transformed state, it must because of an accelerated metabolism. Unlike now, Hojo usually kept him full enough to be able to work without his instincts kicking in and distracting him.
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Post by Hojo on Oct 13, 2010 15:03:57 GMT -5
Hojo's response to Lycan, was to continue into the elevator wordlessly as it closed. Project L knew its way back, and he was not worried for the beast. He would be worried for whoever has the misfortune of running into it when its hunger became uncontrollable. But that did not truly fill Hojo with worry. That would only supply more test subjects. Hojo hadn't bothered to keep track of all of the ShinRa personel over the years that had been wounded to "near death", and with the touch of a fake obituary, or a letter to their home, apologizing for their tragic loss, Hojo had a new unwilling subject. To the outside world, they were dead. And to them, they would soon wish they were. It frustrated Hojo that they would struggle, and object. What in their insignificant lives could they have accomplished that would be a greater victory than what he could do with their sacrafice for the name of science? He would never understand. Now he shifted his eyes back to the ceiling for a moment, but addressed Nina.
"A replacement is created to do anything that the original can do, or more, and more efficiently... but you and Project L have two entirely different purposes." Hojo chuckled, amusing himself. "He's no replacement for you... in fact, you two may find yourselves working together quite often in the future."
Before Hojo could utter another word, his eyes suddenly sharpened, as a mix of surprise and anger twisted onto his usually stoic face. His arm lashed out in reflex to the side,, gripping a sizeable part of the metal elevator wall, and twisting it, crushed in his hand.
"Her. No... not now."
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Oct 13, 2010 17:21:40 GMT -5
The Turks shifted some what from what he could only imagine was curiosity of the creations nature, but he figured he was not the only one who had clocked onto the likely past of the creature. However such a thing was to be remained silent for the moment while other matters were more of Rufus’ concern. The blonde handsome President casually watched as the entire trio left his office and the doors were shut upon their exit before fully focusing all his attention on his more trust worthy employee. The Turk, Tseng began his debrief of what he had encountered within his research, as Rufus listened quite closely, taking in all the information that was handed over that he did not already know. It was all quite overwhelming when it forced him to think back to that whole mess with Deepground, but his expression revealed nothing but his usual arrogance.
The white coated man pushed himself to his feet as Tseng continued, and made his way back to his window to gaze out at his territory as kings liked to do. After Tseng had finished his speech, Rufus held a moment of contemplation to decide his next course of action. While he had many plans of what needed to come to fruition, this Dr. Velent Gram could indeed be a hindrance to his plans. He waited a moment longer before running his hands through his blonde hair and letting out a light chuckle under his breath. “Is that so? There are always those who may oppose the system, and if they can not feel the fear of what overwhelms, they must simply be removed for the greater good. Shinra owes a debt to the planet, this much is true, and Shinra can run this world once again in a manner that does not harm it. That is the belief. Is it truly possible? Perhaps we will find out in good time.” The President slowly turned to face his Turks, his cold blue eyes calculating each of them in turn as they trailed over the suited agents. After a short period of inspection Rufus returned to his desk, pulling a folder out from one of his draws and chucked it further up his desk within closer reach of Tseng.
“I want this man found and brought in, if he can be made use of then we will do so. If not I will see to the matter in another form. I trust you have your contacts to attempt to recover his whereabouts; however in that folder is simply previous information of this Dr. Velent Gram from the Shinra files, appearances and what we know of him. Deepground still exists, and everything connected to it is better off destroyed if it can not be used.” Rufus returned to his throne like leather chair and relaxed into the comfortable material. “If there is nothing else, take all your Turks and commence this mission.” His cold eyes flickered over the group once more as he took note of those present for future references.
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Post by zek on Oct 13, 2010 19:32:13 GMT -5
Knife felt Rufus gaze at all of them , he seemed to have taken to the predictable habit of staring out a window like a king in story's.
She stayed quiet hoping he'd tell them what he wanted soon, like the others she stood still and didn't let her thoughts show. When Rufus had explained their orders and dismissed them she looked at the other turks as it'd be rude to leave if one had a question.
She could hear her former partner chastising her for being too damn formal, then again he was the one who had influenced that. 'Hypocrite' she said in her mind as she waited to see if they would ask anything.
This scientist sounded worryingly though, a man like that could be both useful or very dangerous though no one was as bad as Hojo. Hojo had no standards and thought everyone near him was useless unless he could use them for his experiments. It made her shudder, fortunately she'd never had to guard Hojo, it was a mission for either the very brave or suicidal.
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Post by tseng on Oct 16, 2010 23:10:15 GMT -5
((Sorry it's so short and crudely written. Been a little busy lately.))
That was quick, was Tseng's first thought.
It was only just this morning that he had submitted the Deep Ground report to Rufus's inbox. To have a response to soon, Rufus must have either gone through his inbox early enough to allow time to search for and retrieve Gram's ShinRa files, or he had already known about Gram. Why would the President conveniently have the scientist's file ready for their retrieval?
While wondering if the President was on to something that Tseng had yet to decipher, the Turk stepped forward and retrieved the file from the President's desk.
"There is nothing else, as of yet, Sir." He said curtly, while he gave the folder a cursory once over. The cover was marked as CLASSIFIED, and within the folder, Tseng noticed that there was a hefty amount of yellowed paper. Apparently, he had several hours of reading ahead of him, still. Tseng was starting to get the sneaking suspicion that he would be spending the majority time of this mission situated behind his desk while the others were sent to the field.
Business as usual--ever since he had become the director of his department, field work was rare and few between.
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Post by Rufus Shinra on Oct 17, 2010 13:21:53 GMT -5
“Good.” Rufus added swiftly after Tseng had retrieved the folder. While he trusted Tseng some what more than others, he still held the man firmly at arms length when it came to his own knowledge. At the end of the day he had to rely on himself foremost while the Turks did their jobs; that much he trusted from them. Tseng and Elena had become some what more reliable then Reno turned out to be. Not waiting another moment the President pushed himself back to his feet and began to stride towards the door way. As he did several Shinra Soldiers began to enter the sides of his office doors and swiftly stand at attention.
“I am leaving this in your hands Tseng, you have my cell number if anything significant comes up concerning our situation. I have personal matters to attend.” And with that Rufus ran his fingers through his blonde hair in that arrogant fashion of his as he continued down the hall. Line of soldiers followed him on each side, their weapons over their shoulders and expressions hidden by their helmets. Down the end of the corridor he could see that beast Hojo had brought up with him, the beginning of new creations the scientist implied. While Rufus was not over the moon about such experiments it would seem that such things were becoming important to the development of the world. A ShinRa world. The President and his men turned right however before they reached the lifts and made their way out onto the rooftops of the company building, more soldiers stood waiting at attention, along with several helicopters awaiting passengers.
“Mr. President.” The commander of his forces said as the white clad man strode over, the wind flushing against his clothes. Rufus nodded slightly in return however continue to breeze past him in full expectance the man would follow to speak. “Are you sure you wish to see this sir… I mean, it is somewhat dangerous.” Rufus continued to walk without a hint of hesitation, he never hesitated. “I am certain, commander.” Shinra climbed into the smallest helicopter yet most expensive and settled himself down while the soldiers quickly scampered into the larger carriers. Rufus cold eyes lingered down to the Junon as the birds took flight towards their destination.
Information was power.
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Post by cissnei on Oct 17, 2010 16:03:11 GMT -5
Cissnei held her breath as Tseng divulged the information to Rufus. She was partially excited that she could learn what was on Tseng’s desk this morning. This was the more polite way rather than nosing like she wanted to do earlier when handing him his coffee. She listened intently, the name Gram sounded familiar.
She noticed that Rufus did not seem surprised by any of this information. It was as if he already found this information before Tseng even brought it into the room. In fact, he seemed to already have an extension of the information Tseng knew. This made Cissnei highly suspicious that Rufus’s intentions were not as they seemed. Not that she would openly defy the president, but such secrets led to a foreboding future.
Her heart twisted further at Rufus’s words. Have him brought in and if he’s useful? Was he cattle? If the cow couldn’t milk any more, just eat it? She frowned at the thought. Her mind referred back to the Zack incident. When they no longer used him they dealt with him by going in and killing him. How was what they were doing now any different?
She ground her back teeth; the rest of her expression was neutral. She had come back to ShinRa because it was all she ever knew. She couldn’t just go off and do things as she pleased. They had given her a purpose and she was meant to fulfill it. That’s how it worked, right? She stood at attention as she watched Rufus take leave with his legion of soldiers. When he disappeared she relaxed a bit more. She shifted her sight to Tseng. Did he feel the same way she did? She began to struggle on whether or not she should tell him how she felt about the situation. Would he understand? Or would he just tell her that since her ‘emotions’ could get in the way she had to stay behind on this mission?
She couldn’t miss out on the action. This was her big break through. To prove to ShinRa she was still loyal. Yet…
“Sir, shall we go to the planning room so we can decide on tactics we will use?”
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Post by zek on Oct 17, 2010 16:54:18 GMT -5
Knife could see Cissnei was as concerned as she was, it seemed that Rufus might have spun a lie to her, though they had changed some of the tactics were still the same.
She understood the frustration, if she said her thoughts it could be taken as being too emotional and she'd be stuck on paperwork or patrolling Edge...rookie duty's. She really began to regret agreeing to come back but it was too late now, though this man might be dangerous, she'd find out soon enough anyway.
"Any idea of his current location Tseng?"she asked.
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Post by tseng on Oct 17, 2010 18:26:25 GMT -5
He would need time to prepare for the briefing ahead. Although he did have a plan in mind, he wanted to first review the contents within the folder that Rufus had just provided. The man they were about to capture was a man who had managed to stay off ShinRa’s grid for ten years. To be able to avoid detection for this long, the man was either very clever, or already dead. In case of the former, Tseng wanted to be prepared for any contingence. Therefore, when Cissnei asked if they should proceed to the briefing room, Tseng gave a brief shake of his head. “No,” he stated. Then, securing the folder in the crook of his arm, he turned to face Cissnei, Knife, and Elena. He eyed the three briefly, while his once neutral expression turned more thoughtful, before he moved to step past them. “Take the rest of the day off,” Tseng ordered as he approached the doors that led from the President’s office. “Put any remaining affairs in order. I will be distributing the mission brief tomorrow, in the planning room, at o-six-hundred.”EXIT TSENG - Temporarily leaving this thread. Will return for the meeting.
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Post by zek on Oct 17, 2010 18:40:36 GMT -5
Knife was surprised by his words but not complaining, free time was rare in the turks, as were holidays. "Ok sir I'll be there" Knife responded nodding as she left, her mind wondered on what she would do with this rare free time. Her paperwork was up to date due to working overtime to complete the huge amount the night before. She looked at Cissnei wondering if she had the same concerns as her, Cissnei was the only one she really knew what Knife had been though. Elena was friendly enough though, she felt sorry for the girl putting up with reno during their absence.
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Post by elena on Oct 21, 2010 16:18:00 GMT -5
After learning about the reason behind Tseng’s recent seclusion into his office, as well as the revelation of a Deep Ground doctor who may or may not pose a threat to ShinRa’s future, the sudden break seemed comparatively anticlimactic.
Now that the meeting over and Tseng probably headed toward his own office, Elena found herself facing yet another night off while everyone was to get their affairs in order. This moment of downtime was not something unusual to her. Outside of the rare solo mission, most of her time as a pilot for the Turks was spent flying the other Turks to and from their missions. So until someone needed getting someone, Elena usually spent her own down time at about headquarters while looking for something with which to keep herself busy. It wasn’t always the most exiting life for a Turk, but she was fine with that. Elena wanted to prove herself useful to Tseng, and her schedule often kept her near enough to him to do just that. Unfortunately, her efforts toward being useful to him usually ended up as doing gopher duty for the Turk’s second in command. Reno seemed to get his jollies out of sending her on the most menial of errands, like running all the way down to Lower Junon to grab some coffee from The Magic Pot Café because the office pot mysteriously broke.
However, in light of recent events, she felt as though she needed to be doing something else during the wait, but she didn’t know what. She was caught up on her own paperwork, as that she really never had all that much to submit outside of the usual pilot log or mission report. As for gopher duty, well, Reno was away on a mission. At least, she thought so. She hadn’t seen him or Rude around for a while now. Lately, it was just Tseng, herself, Cissnei and Knife.
Looking at Tseng’s back as he stepped past the guarded doors, Elena was about to sprinted forward into a jog to catch up to him before she slowed to a stop. Although she wanted to see if there was anything she could do for him, she got the feeling that he probably didn’t want to be bothered right now.
There was something off about Tseng. With the way he held his back as he walked, he seemed more rigid than normal. Whether he was tired or had been under a lot of stress, she did not know. Whatever it was, Elena hoped that it would get resolved soon.
So, heaving a sigh, Elena turned to look toward Knife. The senior Turk looked to already be headed out, but had paused to look back into room. Following the woman’s line of sight, Elena turned to look toward Cissnei, as well.
It felt like a palpable silence had filled the room, then, and Elena found herself unusually tongue-tied.
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Post by cissnei on Oct 23, 2010 8:24:52 GMT -5
Cissnei was partially relieved at his response. The break would give her plenty of time to review what she wanted to say to him…or rather if she wanted to say it to him. Elena and Knife would probably understand, but ultimately she would have to confide in Tseng for his final say.
However she did not want rumors to spread too. As much as she loved Elena, she did not know when to keep her mouth closed sometimes.
Her eyes looked over at the two people finally left in the room. She was taken aback to see them both staring at her. Father gave his final verdict and left the two children dazed and confused, with too much time on their hands. Now they both looked up to the mother to find them something to do.
Cissnei had much to finish in the way of paperwork. Since this ultimate probation period of hers, she was given mountains of paperwork to finish on behalf of the other Turks whom were out on field jobs. Though it seemed these two had nothing to do.
Cissnei frowned slightly at the two of them. “Why don’t you two have a girl’s night out?” Cissnei wasn’t sure what that consisted of but she assumed it would be fun. “Watch a movie? Or grab a drink. I think it would be beneficial to have a good time before such a heavy mission.” She smiled at the thought. In order to stay sane in this job, you had to do something to counter the darkness.
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Lycan
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Post by Lycan on Oct 24, 2010 23:26:09 GMT -5
(first off, I’m having really bad writers block. I’m so sorry.)
The smell of baloney was coming from the elevator, as Lycan kept sniffing the air…
The door opened, as a man in a suit, holding a bagged lunch exited the elevator… busy speaking on a phone. It was destiny to the beast, as he snatched the bag, and walked into the elevator. He pushed the button for the first floor. As the door closed, the man who had his lunch stolen was yelling at the guards, and anyone else who would listen. A fortunate person to just have the lunch stolen, and not have a bite taken out of him.
As Lycan tore into the food, he even ate the plastic wrapped around, to preserve the sandwich. He ate the apple in two monstrous bites. It was a small meal, but it would tide him over for a little. His stomach growled, eager for more. He turned to look around the elevator, to pass the time, as he waited for it to reach the first floor…
It wouldn’t take long with the speed of the ShinRa Elevator.
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Post by zek on Oct 26, 2010 3:59:41 GMT -5
Knife looked at Elena and sighed "that sounds good not that I'm usually a fan of these nights out...what will this girls night involve?"she asked hoping it didn't include too much alcohol.
She noticed Cissnei was getting a bit annoyed, it must look pretty bad "So Cissnei need any help on that paperwork before we go, I finished mine this morning"
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Post by elena on Nov 11, 2010 16:19:33 GMT -5
“A girls’ night out?” Elena asked aloud.
To be honest, she hadn’t been out on a girls’ night out since high school.
Wow, had it really been that long?
Elena couldn’t remember the last time she had gone shopping or to see a chick flick with her old friends. When she had become a Turk, she had left her old classmates, and such outings, behind.
Sure, the Turks would go hang out at the officer bar and down drinks to together. However, the idea of having a girls’ night out with another female Turk seemed a bit…awkward.
…And a bit too personal…
It was something friends did, and they weren’t exactly friends. They were colleagues—colleagues in a business where having friends could become a liability to a TURK.
Friendship would make a person throw protocol to the wind when policy and procedure got in the way of doing what they viewed as the right thing.
But then, it was also a friend who would come to another’s aid when things got that sticky.
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