The Future's Innovator

.Humans when faced with insurmountable odds will either fight or flee. In the face of adversity and hardship there is a choice to make, and that decision can either make or break the following ripples in the pond. [ Indie Final Fantasy VII Reeve Tuesti and Cait Sith ]

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[engineering-robotics]

Ever thought about having a wife and kids?

"I have. I just don't know if I would be able to dedicate time appropriately to forge a sustainable marriage. Let alone make sure my children also felt like I was present in their lives. Always wondered if maybe I am getting past the age where I should even worry about that anymore."

[ghostofnibelheim]

Mr. Tuesti was waiting to hear more, as one should. Sephiroth knew, and yet… as his jades pointed at a blank spot just over the other man’s shoulder, mind racing to imagine each and every possible way in which he could introduce his predicament… he couldn’t come up with one that satisfied him.

Someone with a particular knack at reading people could maybe tell through his subtle micro body language that the 'war hero' was being reluctant. Someone who knew Sephiroth better than most might say he was embarrassed, even.

Before he could question just where this member of the upper echelon of the company fell in those terms, the doors of the elevator parted, and the boy quickly led the way with a steady pace.

"This way." He directed in his monotone voice as he walked, not waiting to allow any further interrogation or prodding.

Arriving at the door of one specific training room, the boy had almost brought his keycard to the panel to unlock the door when he paused to turn and look at Mr. Tuesti with a small frown, head tilted.

“Do you... Like them? The cats.”

He should not exclude the possibility that the doodle had a purpose other than staving off a boring meeting. Research, maybe. He'd watched scientists sketch all kinds of things that they had no reason to like.

[engineering-robotics]

Reeve was still questioning why this teenager was leading him this way and that way through the corridors. Giving maybe a three to four worded answer before falling silent again. Though that was probably being considerably charitable; Sephiroth was acting a little more strange than most folks he's run into around here. And here they were ready to enter the training area when Sephiroth suddenly stopped to ask the weirdest question.

Or perhaps it was weird due to the simplicity of it.

"....Yes -- I am very fond of cats, actually. Been wanting to take one home for ages now but, I don't know if I'll be too busy to spend proper time with them."

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[engineering-robotics]

*grabbing the cat by it's scruff*

Cait Sith yelped a little as he flailed around giving a few alarmed meows as he wriggled to see who had a hold of him. Once he actually noticed who it was though, you could actually notice the worry even on the robot's face. "Oh ...oh my gods...."

[engineering-robotics]

❛ the point of work is fame and fortune. fortune buys friends, and love, and a lot of cool clothes. ❜

Here he was just trying to enjoy his sporadic meal of chawanmushi in some much needed peace. Half-way through savoring his first nibble a voice had just cut into the peace with the most bizarre commentary he'd heard in a while. Reeve glanced over a little unsure if he should even make eye-contact, but his curiosity got the better of him. "Um...excuse me?" Was this one of the upper echelon's spoiled kids? Or just a random worker that he passed by often and never paid much mind to?

Or worked at the Honeybee Inn?

So many questions.

[blacksuit-gai153]

The gentle weight of Reeve’s arm settling over her shoulders sent a sudden, pleasant spark of warmth straight through her. It was a bold move for the usually buttoned-up department head. Cissnei’s smirk only deepened as she leaned into his side just a fraction. Just enough to let him know she wasn't pulling away.

She let out a soft, breathy laugh at his counter-argument, her eyes shining with quiet amusement under the amber tavern lights.

"Oh, you're absolutely a rebel, Reeve," she murmured, leaning her head slightly closer to his shoulder. "But that doesn't mean your corrupt." Then she thought about Cait Sith. A fairy cat king that both stole soles, but also brought good fortune...depending of the time of year. Quite a fearsome, mischievous creature in folklore. Not unlike the quiet disgruntlement of a man that wants to bite back.

She let her hand slip from his arm, though she didn't move away from his side as they began to navigate the crowd toward the back corner of the pub. The wooden floors groaned softly beneath their boots, and the clatter of pint glasses grew louder as they neared the game setups.

"Rings on the wall, it is" she said, looking up at him sideways with a look that was pure, playful challenge. "Simple, deceptively difficult, and highly embarrassing when you miss three times in a row in front of a crowd. Bold choice."

They stopped in front of the worn wooden board mounted on the dark wood paneling, a Hook and Ring setup dangling from a string on the ceiling. Cissnei stepped up to the line, turning back to him with her hands resting lightly on her hips.

"Since I'm a generous opponent, I'll let you go first."

Cissnei caught the ring in her hand to present to him, but she didn't hand it over just yet. She leaned back against the wall right beside the wooden board, crossing her arms and looking him up and down with a slow, deliberate gaze.

"We can't just play for nothing. That's not very corrupt of us," she said, her voice laced with mischief. She tapped her finger along her cheek in thought. "Hmm...Every miss is a confession. You have to tell me a secret. Something completely unrelated to Shinra and highly unprofessional."

She stepped a single, slow pace closer, her smirk widening. "And if you actually manage to land it? Well... I'll let you choose my next drink. Or perhaps..." She let her eyes drift to his lips for a brief, telling second before meeting his gaze again. "...unless you could think of something a little more interesting. What do you say? What should your wager be? Do you trust your aim enough to take the bet?"

@engineering-robotics

[engineering-robotics]

He rather beamed a bit when Cissnei inferred that he was, in fact, an absolute rebel. You'd never know it at first glance, second meeting, or even working with him for less than a year. Anyone who had been around him longer knew the truth though but, that was stitched tightly and tucked away from the prying eyes of ne'er do wells. An easy hum as he reached for the ring that was suddenly not given. Warm brown eyes looked at her curiously as she spoke her terms and conditions. Reeve had to laugh a little as he stepped a fraction closer, his fingers gently curling around the other half of the ring -- not yet trying to carefully pull it over. "I have plenty of confessions I can give to you. I also think picking your next drink is too boring." His fingers moved up a little and gently brushed over Cissnei's. "If you miss two times then I am going to take you on a date."

Not an immediate penalty for missing the toss but, something which Cissnei would have to still look forward to the following days. He wasn't done though. "In the meantime though," he leaned in a little bit, "I'll buy your next two drinks regardless. Call it a common courtesy for betting with a lovely lady."

Just like that he softly pried the object from the Turk's hand before turning around to face the wall. The playfulness in his face was gone for a moment as you could see the cogs turning even in his alcohol addled brain. Eyes assessing the spot on the wall which the ring would have to catch perfectly. Now his gaze drifted down to his feet, back to the wall, and that's when Reeve took two and a half measured steps back. Spinning the ring on his finger for a second he seemed to also be calculating how to throw said game piece. Carefully bending his elbow and shifting his body ever so slightly right.

Just like that the ring was tossed. It spun on the notch sticking out of the wall with a little flare of dramatic before resting as it should. The executive looked pleased as punch before turning around to gesture towards the wall as he looked at Cissnei. "....Well then."

[blacksuit-gai153]

Her PHS chimed in her palm, vibrating. Before she even had to look at the display, her smirk returned, faint and satisfied, as she flipped it open.

"You know, Director, turning right back around and staring blankly at the directory board is a dead giveaway," Cissnei said, her voice dropping into that smooth, quiet register meant just for the receiver. She didn't look down immediately, keeping her gaze casually fixed on the far wall to avoid drawing any wandering eyes to her perch. "For a man trying to slip under the radar, you’re making a remarkably dramatic return."

She took a slow, deliberate sip of her coffee, letting the silence stretch just long enough to let him scan the ground floor again.

"Look up. Second floor, near the west elevator bank. In the shadow of the structural pillar." A soft, hummed laugh escaped her. "And don't look too quickly. We have a work reputation to uphold." A soft tease.

"I thought you'd be halfway to the train sector by now, Reeve," she said softly.

She stood up from her seat in the shadows, stepping just far enough toward the railing to let the warm lobby lights catch the edge of her auburn hair, giving him a visual anchor if he looked up.

"You look like you've had a long day, and honestly, the coffee down in the commissary is terrible tonight. If you're not quite ready to head home yet... there's a quiet spot on the third-floor balcony. Just a decent view of the skyline. I can grab us a fresh start on tomorrow morning's coffee early, if you'd like the company?"

@engineering-robotics

[engineering-robotics]

Reeve's eyes glanced to where Cissnei had directed him to look. And at first he had seen nothing until the soft glint of her hair caught the light just momentarily. Reeve kept the phone to his ear as he started to head up the small side stairs towards her location. Once he was on the landing the phone was hung up as he strode over with a small smile. "I have. To be honest the little game we played earlier was just what I needed. Though I still have to wonder why you wanted to corner me in my office?" His tone was light and airy. Not even a hint of worry that a Turk was trying to pry into his business. Usually that would be an extreme cause for concern -- but not him.

He knew which balcony she was referring to and nodded in agreement to her statement. "Also, that does sound promising. I think if I went home right away I wouldn't rest too easily."

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[blacksuit-gai153]

His fingertips brushing her arm left a trail of warmth that didn’t fade even after he stepped back. Cissnei watched him rest his hand on the countertop, taking in his sheepish smile and the endearing flush on his cheeks. He looked so entirely undone by his own honesty, and it sent a fiercely protective, sweet ache through her.

Rather than turning to leave right away, Cissnei stepped back into his space. Before he could wonder what she was doing, she closed the distance and lightly placed her hand over his where it rested on the counter, giving his fingers a reassuring, gentle squeeze.

"Thank you for stopping me," she said softly, looking up at him with a striking, quiet sincerity. "Hearing you say that... makes the walk a lot less daunting." She let her hand slide away with a soft trail of her fingers. "Keep your phone safe. I'll be right back."

With a final, lingering look, she turned and crossed the quiet kitchen, her boots clicking softly against the hardwood floors.

When she pushed open the heavy wooden front door, the crisp, salt-kissed air hit her face instantly, carrying a profound stillness that didn't exist in the bustling upper sectors of Midgar or even the lively streets of Costa del Sol. Unless maybe this was a more private part of the resort town. A place where two people could disappear in bliss for a little while?

She stepped out onto a wide, weathered wrap-around porch. As her eyes adjusted to the bright, overcast daylight, the sheer geography of where they were began to take shape. 

…And it was breathtaking.

The house was nestled into the side of a secluded, dramatic cliffside. Directly below them, a private, crescent-shaped cove of white sand met a restless, brilliant turquoise ocean. The waves lapped gently against the shore, entirely undisturbed. Just endless blue water meeting a jagged, emerald coastline that stretched out for miles.

It looked exactly like the beach in Reeve's lock screen.

So it had been recent?

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[engineering-robotics]

For a moment he stood there in that kitchen looking down at the phone while she was preoccupied elsewhere. Look at how happy they are, close, it was sweet and gave him a genuine warmth in his chest. From there he looked at his surroundings of a life they built together which neither remembered doing. A thought which made him a little sad in a way. And when they returned back to their normal lives after -- whatever this is -- could the two of them attend to business as usual? He knew he would be thinking about the possibility of what could be or could've been.

Well, this just put so many things from the past decade into sharp perspective for him.

Reeve pocketed the phone before heading around the lower levels of the home just taking everything in. Yes, indeed, this looked like a fine mash up of their tastes blended together rather well. As he passed a window his eyes spotted Cissnei taking in the sights of the ocean just yards away from their property line. And he stopped to take in how the sunlight turned that already lovely hair into a bright fire. He couldn't see her face right now but, he imagined she must look either surprised or contemplative. The director returned to meandering around the home trying to piece together their reason for being here.

"This has to be some strange experiment from the Science Department gone wrong. Or maybe there are gods who like to mess with people and here we are." A test maybe? He would like to return home at some point but, what they were both encountering right now would mean going back to business as usual was unlikely. He went back upstairs to explore the few rooms there and really get an understanding of the life lived here.

[blacksuit-gai153]

The tavern air was thick with the rich scent of toasted malt, woodsmoke, and low-frequency laughter. She took half a step back. Under the amber glow of the hanging lamps, her gaze drifting over the man standing before her.

Reeve unbuttoned, uncombed, and who knows how many pints deep into a heavy dark ale was a rare sight. She let her eyes trace the dark strands hanging loosely over his forehead, taking her time to let the silence hang for a second.

"First thing's first, Reeve," she said softly, her voice carrying just enough velvet to cut straight through the pub's ambient noise. She reached out, her index finger lightly catching the lapel of his loosened collar and tugging him down just an inch into her space.

"Tonight, our titles don't exist. A bar is a Turks safe haven, meaning protocol for strict confidentiality applies." She tilted her head, a slow, dangerous little smirk touching her lips. "Whatever happens behind these doors... whatever games we play, whatever drinks you lose, whatever secrets you let slip... stays strictly inside this pub. If I hear so much as a whisper about any of this back at work..." And she let the silence linger as she narrowed her eyes in an attempt to glare. But the drink made it look more like a furrowed brow and a gentle pout.

Her hand lingered on his chest for a heartbeat longer than necessary before sliding down to rest lightly on his arm. She gave him a slow, appreciative look up and down.

"Besides... I prefer you like this. Unraveled. It makes you a lot more fun to corrupt. So... do we have a deal?"

Waiting only a few heartbeats, Cissnei turned her gaze toward the darker, louder back corner of the tavern, nodding toward a few open setups.

A smirk and a small mischievous tone touch her words, "Now, since you claimed you haven't played in ages, I’m giving you three ways to lose your dignity to me tonight. Choose your poison: Rings on the wall, shut the box, table shuffle board."

@engineering-robotics

[engineering-robotics]

Cissnei grabbing the lapel of his shirt to pull him in for a little warning gave the mildly tipsy man a little chuckle with a grin. Oh, that was actually kind of adorable of her -- even if she was a trained killer and all that. He would've moved a little closer into her space but, he considered that was not part of the game yet. Finishing up his glass he reached to set it on the bar as her hand lingered on him.

"Corruptible?" That actually made him laugh a little bit. He glanced towards the glass backing behind the bar shelves, dotted with bottles they were, to catch a brief glimpse of himself. "I mean, I am only a bit tipsy dear. I don't think you need to concern yourself with corrupting me. Besides, you really think I am not already in my own particular way?"

Though he did feel a bit more loose obviously, and that also accounted for his thoughts. Not feeling held back by the constraints of work and looking professional as possible. He could and would speak more freely. So when she said lose his dignity to her -- well -- Reeve could not help but place a careful arm around her shoulders. "I couldn't think of someone I'd like to lose my dignity more with." Innuendo was there if she wished to pick it up. If not, that was also completely fine. "Rings on the wall."

[blacksuit-gai153]

The crowd spilling across the polished marble of the ShinRa lobby moved like the end-of-the-day clockwork.

When the elevator door chimed and he was not one of the five people that had stuffed themselves in it, she turned to scan the crowd of low-level suits, visiting contractors, and shift workers. From her vantage point, Cissnei watched the sea of heads flow toward the exits.

She gave a soft sigh. He wanted to make this hard, but he wasn't going to win.

Instead, Cissnei stepped up to the stairs and looked over the railing. From up here, the lobby was a sea of movement. And Reeve, despite his best efforts to blend into the evening commute, had a distinct, unmistakable rhythm. He was trying too hard not to look like a director, but his stride was just a fraction too measured as he navigated the crowd.

'Almost to the exit', she thought, a faint smile touching her lips. 'He really thought he'd exit unseen'.

She set the coffee cup down on the flat ledge of the railing, pulled her PHS from her pocket, and thumbed his private extension. He probably had no idea she had all the numbers in her phone.

Down on the floor, she watched the precise moment the signal landed. She wondered if he'd answer right away. Whether he or the voicemail picked up her voice came out evenly,

"You're drifting a little too far to the left, Director," Cissnei said smoothly into the receiver, keeping her tone light, conversational, and entirely unbothered. "If you take the north exit, the sensor is still sticking. May trip an alarm." She hummed amusedly.

She watched him, smoothly picking up the coffee, she sipped smugly. A slow, pleased smirk touching her lips. She then found a shadowed part of the lobby on the second floor. There was a seat where she could gauge his reaction with slow sips.

"Enjoy your evening," she added, letting a touch of genuine warmth slip into her voice. "We can catch up on tomorrow morning. I'll have fresh coffee waiting outside your office at eight sharp."

She ended the call, flipping her PHS shut with a crisp snap.

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[engineering-robotics]

He felt his phone vibrate which made him nervous for a moment: she saw him, didn't she? Did she even have his number? Well -- she is a Turk after all. Yet, Reeve did not yet reach into his pocket to pull his phone out while exiting the building at all. If she were scanning for him then that might give him away, but if she had already seen him? Then it was nothing more than a playful poke to tell him what he was already coming to understand. Once out of the building he checked his messages only to hear Cissnei's playful tone on on his voicemail laced with that warmth she could be known for.

Hanging up his phone to pocket it again he turned back to look at the building for a moment. Did he want to leave yet, then? For some reason he felt that little tug from the back of his mind to return inside. And so the man made his way back through the front doors and looked around for a few moments to see if he could spot her.

No.

Well, that made him feel a little down and the reasons behind that were a bit complicated to be picking apart in the ShinRa lobby. Instead Reeve pulled out his cellphone and gave the number which pinged him a call.

[ghostofnibelheim]

He could have, but Sephiroth seemed to be more inclined to keep his pace quick and steady than to entertain Reeve's curiosity, despite it being absolutely fair given the situation.

It was plain that quite a few bad habits had rubbed off from Hojo to his 'special project', which included thinking nothing of others' frustrations other than his own.

Pale brows drew closer in an inward frown once they were inside the elevator and the button to the 49th floor was pressed. The boy's lips formed a faint line on his face.

"... You were at the last meeting with the Directors." He broke the silence, only glancing vaguely in the man's direction. "You were bored. I saw you drawing a doodle on your paper."

It came out like an accusation, in spite of his dry tone. Like the idea that Reeve may not have been paying attention personally affected him -- It didn't. Sephiroth had been present that time only so Dr. Hojo could show off in Heidegger's face to get additional funds in his department.

And yet, what followed carried a note of urgency in his voice, like many things hung in the balance depending on the other's answer.

"That black and white thing. Was it a cat?"

[engineering-robotics]

The sudden accusation of doodling on his paper caught Reeve completely off guard. Unaware that Sephiroth had been keen enough to even pick up on that when present for the meeting. He would've been a little more off put if this wasn't simply a child giving him sass, but since he was a mere boy then the man could let it go. However, his next question also left Reeve a little confused to say the least. Did -- did he not know what a cat was entirely? "Ah yes, that was a cat...."

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[blacksuit-gai153]

Reeve has had a little too much to imbibe this evening. Some de-stressing from the horrors of the prior work week.

The heavy oak doors of the tavern did little to muffle the rowdy, rhythmic clapping inside as the bardic melody of "Make It Last" pounded through the floorboards. 

Cissnei sat on the bar, swaying. Her tie was loosened and some of her top buttons undone. Her sleeves slightly rolled up with her blazer on a back of a chair somewhere. She couldn’t quite remember. She was flushed with her own drink and as the bartender shouted over the crowd, “Don’t rush the pour, traveler…” 

Cissnei winked and raised her glass, sweetly purring, “Not if you want to taste the best of it!” 

Here she completely belied her day job with the Turks. She found the most whole in the wall places to let loose in hopes her co-workers couldn’t see her on bad behavior. Tonight, she wasn't tracking targets or filing reports for Shinra; she was adapting to the driving rhythm of the music, turning a lively tavern song into a mesmerizing performance. 

She leaned into the crowd’s energy, slapping the cask next to her. Her voice rising to melody, 

“There’s a heavy oak cask resting dark on the bar with brass bands glowing like a midnight star~”

She grips the handle as the bar tender puts a pint glass underneath, and Cissnei slams it back, “Most men grab the handle, and slam it wide with a shout! They splash it all over til the pressure runs out!” 

She slides it down the bar and it splashes as one of the patrons catches it. Cissnei chuckles. “They leave a big puddle and a cup full of foam. One quick little gulp and they’re walking on home.” She waves as the bell chimes above the door. She leans forward and searches the crowd for the thirsty, “Too fast with your grip and your turn is all through. She ain’t pouring another round for you.” 

She pushes off the bar as the bartender takes over. The pub is absolute chaos. The band is driving hard into a rowdy, driving tavern track. Most patrons are pounding hand-drums, heavy acoustic rhythm, and a room full of shouting along to the chorus about keeping the taps open and mastering the flow. Everyone is bouncing, boots stomping against the floorboards, matching the steady, muscular pulse of the music. The room gets rowdy with a round of stomping boots, 

Cissnei is laughing and she spins to dance with someone or perhaps to get back to her seat. But, she finds she ends up running smack dab into the chest of someone taller than her. 

For a moment, she was stunned, taking in the scent of his cologne. Something about it felt familiar and his warmth made head more haze than her drink. She hesitated to pull away, as if still processing that the room stopped moving suddenly. Her cheek turned to look up to see who she needed to apologize to. 

But she froze in place at who it was. His hair is delightfully disheveled with the amber glow of the light dancing across the flush of his face. “....Reeve?!” Ah. There went her hole-in-the-wall hideaway to remain anonymous.

She supposed the fox was out of the bag. 

Cissnei failed to suppress a smirk, “Well, well. Look who the cat dragged in~” It wasn't every day you found a Shinra executive completely compromised by a rowdy tavern song and a few too many pints. A Turk certainly couldn’t leave him alone in this place, could she? “For a man who builds rock ‘em, sock ‘em robots... you have a remarkably soft heart. I could hear it over the crowd. It's going thump-thump-thump really fast right now." She teased softly. 

She leaned in closer to him, so he could feel her breath on his neck, or rather so he could hear her over the crowd. “I could use a partner for some pub games tonight.” There was a mischievous glint in her eye, as if she was enlisting him for a bit of trouble. She wasn't going to let him exit easily. @engineering-robotics

[engineering-robotics]

Reeve had felt like letting loose and going somewhere most people would not think to perceive him. Dressed down and out of his cleanly pressed office attire, hand holding onto an almost empty glass of a robust brown ale. Dark hair no longer combed back into a suitable appearance for work -- instead the neatly combed strands were allowed to hang freely around his forehead and temple. The more casual look for Director Tuesti certainly wouldn't have anyone recognize him right off the bat. Not unless they worked around him often.

Until he was run into.

Looking down he had a bit of shock seeing Cissnei there at first but, considering the surroundings -- perhaps not so surprising. Taking a sip of his drink he chuckled a little bit at her proposition as he himself swayed just a tiny bit. The drinks, the atmosphere, the music: A+. Could also be because he was three pints deep already in various ales. "I haven't played a pub game in ages. Count me in."

[fatumimpera]

"It makes me wonder who presented the idea to him in the first place. If the Cetra had a place outside of Gaia to take refuge, then surely they would have survived the calamity that eradicated them in the first place." Barnabas replied, a frown on his lips. The whole concept of a 'Promised Land' lacked logic, which was why Barnabas found it hard to entertain. There was no proper evidence that said that it existed. The President was chasing a ghost and it was showing in his decision making.

"Indeed we do, which is why I would like to hear of any ideas you might have. We might as well get started now, so that we are prepared should anything happen," and even if no tragedy struck, then they could still introduce a different form of energy to the people and create some healthy competition to ShinRa. Yet, Barnabas was not so naive as to think that tragedy wouldn't strike – it was only a question of when.

[engineering-robotics]

"That has been my argument the entire time it is brought up at all. The Cetra did not have a refuge which is made blatantly obvious through research. Whomever planted that seed in the President's head sure is a smooth talker." Reeve was exasperated by the lack of logic more than he had ever spoken aloud. What were once decently productive meetings became more about this fantasy that President Shinra wanted to entertain.

Though he had his suspicions on who was beyond the propaganda.

"My ideas are in their infancy right now. They will certainly need more research to prove their visibility." Reeve was already going through a folder while speaking to Barnabas. Smatterings of his works that stayed hidden away from most prying eyes around the company. Sharing unique and more beneficial energy sources would certainly rub some people the wrong way. Pulling out three crisp pages he gently slid them across the table.

"Materia was an option for a while there in my mind. These amazing crystalized pieces of the life stream; which would not require us to tap directly into the source. As you know, many of them can be utilized for casting and even summoning if you get particularly lucky." His index finger sliding over top the paragraph which was more pertinent as he spoke.

"That energy I believe can surely be safely converted. As for my other options? They're less worked on at the moment, but I also looked into hydro, solar, and wind energy as well. All three are things that can be mixed and used all around. Costa Del Sol would certainly thrive off of this. Junon, Gongaga, Corel...the list goes on."