The Shinra Regime Jun 2, 2011 21:53:48 GMT -5
Post by Rufus Shinra on Jun 2, 2011 21:53:48 GMT -5
~The Builder of Mountains and Men~
The country of Wutai, it still had the sense of tradition with its culture and people. Men and women walked the streets of the village in kimonos and sometimes even light armor upon their chests or shoulders. The buildings had not changed since he had last come here apart from the odd rebuilding they may have been in times of violence or simply after excessive use. The soothing stream flowed through the centre of the town as it led from the huge mountain rage in the distance, carved into heads and body parts. The blonde haired President was never too sure of what they were or why but he assumed it had something to do with religion. All in all this country was always of interest to him even if he had only been her a few times; he was a man of a different world. This world was not is to be a part of. Midgar was his world and sooner or later he would reclaim it. And the World.
For now Rufus Shinra strode confidently through the town, bandages still around his neck and torso under his attire. He still had not fully recovered from the explosion, the healing process was exceedingly long, yet he did not let it slow him down anymore. He could walk fine and even put up a fight like he used to, but his body was still weakened from time to time. The handsome yet cold man entered one of the establishments in town, which had a garden with hot springs out back.
“Ahhh~ Mister Rufus. Come again for relaxation upon your injuries?” The woman said behind a counter, wearing a warm smile. The blue eyed politician also wore a more arrogant smirk upon his lips while trailing his fingers through the strands of hair upon the blonde fringe, pushing them back in a smooth flow.
“Seems so.” He placed a rather healthy collection of gil on the table to secure privacy in the male hot springs. “I do not wish to be disturbed other than important news from one of my men.” He ordered in a calm yet stern tone. The hot spring owner was wise to who he meant, the Turks. When Rufus desired relaxation in the spar to assist the healing process he rarely liked any joining him. He was fairly private man, only allowing the Turks to ever see any side of him that is not professional.
With the hot spring cleared and a single body leaning in the warm water the only sound that filled the air was the occasional clap of a bamboo stick across the spring tapping into a stream of water. The stream drifted elegantly from the still water, filling the vision of the man slipped into the water, his blonde hair damp and slicked back over his head, lines of water trickled down his bare torso and dripped into the spring blow. Rufus sat with his arms draped over his legs and his back bent slightly forward as half his body was submerged while the rest was shown above the water. It would not be long now. He had been here for some time after the last catastrophe the world face and after assisting it he was brought here by the Turks and given a place quiet to recover. While all this occurred those still loyal to the ShinRa regime were making their movements in other parts of the world. Once out of Wutai his new Headquarters would be established and his secret hand in the oil industry would continue to fund his company.
Mako may have been long dead as resource, but the name Shinra was far from forgotten.