As she noticed the helicopter descend, Void’s mind began to ponder upon the recent happenings that had occurred. What an absolute fool Sephiroth was, to even attempt to dare go against the great Shinra. She absolutely wanted to take part in this pursuit (which she did)— in fact, were she ordered to find a way to kill that traitorous beast with nothing but her bare hands, she would do it without question, and succeed. She wanted to do it, for he was nothing more than a worthless imbecile who felt no gratitude towards the very company that had allowed for his existence!
Void wondered what President Rufus Shinra would think of her. Hopefully she would make him proud. Wait. No, no, she couldn’t allow herself to think like that. She needed to obey every order without getting her personal emotions involved. But to think, for just a moment, the very president of Shinra giving her praise… it was a nice thought. Either way, she was overjoyed that Tseng had chosen her, out of everyone, for this job. She just hoped her blindness and tiny stature would not be something the president would find himself concerned over. But, in the event that he did, she couldn’t really complain. Shinra always knew what was best.
As the helicopter landed, one of her claws twitched slightly. She grumbled to herself, remaining cautious until her mask identified the president’s grunt, and labelled his form as it crudely appeared before her. She spore some attention for the loyal monster that accompanied the president wherever he went. She couldn’t help but think back to her foolish sister every time she saw a monster… what an idiot Ghost was, to return and have the audacity to protest against Shinra. That was the one and only order in her life that Void had secretly failed to carry out— the supposed killing of her sister. She was uncertain on if she regretted it or not. As long as it didn’t tarnish her reputation… but, then again, if Ghost were discovered and identified, Void’s perfect record would not exactly be perfect. Disgraceful.
She could hear the ever-so-slight irritation in the president’s voice, but showed absolutely no signs that it affected her in any way. To even be in his presence was an absolute honour, it made her feel such a sense of pride for being the loyal Turk that she was. She leaned her neck back to ‘look’ up at him; after all, there was a significant height difference between the two.
“Mr president,” she spoke, her voice low, robotic, and to most people, intimidating. But she was aware that the president was not like most people, no— he was far above them.
The TURK greeted him with a contralto vocal pitch, droning at him with monotonous obedience. He had known ahead of time that this woman was blind, but it hadn’t staunched the ferocity of his smug smirking; no, unquestioning subservience greatly pleased Rufus Shinra, so his first impression of “Void” was remarkably positive. The name she gave was a pseudonym, as most in the SD unit had similar code-names according to their weapon of choice -- but understanding that set his mind in two different directions.
What might it mean to command the force of “Void”? He hadn’t even heard of that, let alone ascertained how one harnessed it as an inherent power. He doubted it was that, really -- far more likely was it that her name might just be some morbid quip about her lack of sight. “Good. Void, then.” He wound his dominant right hand through his hair. Darkstar ever stalwart beside him, only having given his master’s escort a cursory appraisal and remaining docile because he sensed no threat from her in spite of her proclaimed “intimidating voice,” rose only when Rufus strode forward toward that bedeviling elevator with which he was all too familiar. “Let the revelries begin.”
Junon’s atmosphere was triumphant today, as fanfares of Rufus’ homecoming blared from mounted speakers manufactured by Shin-Ra, Inc -- theirs was a company that leered ever-forward, spearheading humanity’s venture into its unknown destiny. Just as much as it was a militant city was it a port, the salty smell of the expansive sea apparent to her unmitigated by the polluted, black malodor of Midgar.
This was a day that Rufus had dreamed of since he was a boy, as he was all but ordained to become the President of godly, splendorous Shin-Ra. Inevitability had become ambition eventually, but there were few who knew of his derelict dealings with AVALANCHE -- certainly the upstanding sycophant beside him would impugn him for what he’d done to assume the Presidency by force had she known! Truth was, she was not the only one who had stood against Shin-Ra for one personal reason or another.
“What are precisely your orders today?” he queried, wishing to be given more insight into Tseng’s intentions.
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