𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑵 𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑬.

𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳;

[obscureign]

𝙰 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚁𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙽 𝙱𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝚂

[ #𝘖𝘉𝘚𝘊𝘜𝘙𝘌𝘐𝘎𝘕 ] ━━ ❛ 𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩. 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙚. 𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. ❜

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An rp blog for RUFUS SHINRA from Final Fantasy VII

Independent. Low-Sporadic Activity. Mutuals Only. Highly Selective.

*Mostly inspired by Remake and Rebirth. Other source materials are still being explored.

Rebirth playthrough: Complete Regulated by Cereal

About the moderator

is 30+, any pronouns

I came here to roleplay and live my best life as a scheming corpo man.

English is my second language; though I consider myself fluent, this also doesn’t mean that my grammar and spelling will always be perfect; I will do my best to proofread and edit every post I make.

I am mostly vibing and just chill and don't mind waiting on replies even if it takes a millennia. I only hope you are also the same with me.

Credits

Theme, icon border & header design by @.rysingdawn ; PSD coloring by @.kaijucatrph

[lastflowerpetal-a]

@obscureign dooted ♥ for a thing

"Excuse me!" She extends a phone towards him. "You dropped your iPhone 16 Pro Max. I've got a question, though." A mischievous smirk. "Do you...lib alone?"

Guess what she just learned today, Rufus.

[obscureign]

That certain timbre of voiceᅳgratingly familiar. Now why that rang an unwelcoming ting in his ears? The Ancient. Of course, it had to be her. Fingers already poised towards his brow, such a futile gesture given the source of the incoming migraine. The President turns, albeit reluctantly as deft touch retrieves the communication device towards his grasp.

❛ Yes⸻I live alone. ❜ A moment's pause, extremely thin. ❛ And that concerns you... why, exactly? ❜

[phoenixfiiire]

He laced his fingers together behind his back as he stared at Rufus, mouth pressed into something that was almost close to a frown. "Am I being paid to be diplomatic, or am I being paid to do what you tell me to do?"

[obscureign]

❛ Essentially the latter. ❜ Voice laden with an icy command, precise cadence dripping with the chill of the coldest, unforgiving sharpness of winter itself. ❛ Let's test that theory. ❜ A punctuated pause. ❛ ⸻Dance for me, Fire Son. ❜

[phoenixfiiire]

@obscureign mentioned you on a post “A subtle, delightful incline draws across one's...”:

@phoenixfiiire "Ah, yes... that's music to my ears. However, your exploits remain just mere tales to me, *Fire Son*."

​Oh, yes. It always came back to this.

Sigh.

"Is there someone you want me to kill for you?" Tone even, calm, and just ever-so-slightly bored. "As a demonstration of proof, of course."

[obscureign]

❛ Most eager, are we? Is this how you handle your diplomatic disputes, Fire Son? ❜ Lips curling into almost a smile. Almost. ❛ Offering assassination as proof of your loyalty? ❜

[obscureign]

A subtle, delightful incline draws across one's lips.

❛ I don't think anyone's prepared for this Zaddy. ❜

[laminiaksblog]

[obscureign]

that moment when you used to rp joshua and now you can bully him... ah, the life.

[trollith]

"Mr. Presideeent!" she calls down, because she sees him, and he seems to have seen her. At least, he better have, because now she's inching forward, wobbling precariously on the branch. "Catch!"

She leaps.

[obscureign]

( No you didn't⸻ )

Eyes widen in obscured expansion, steely resolve unwavering and unyielding. Without any vestiges of astonishment, own's innate agility and a branded gracefulness to ensure this investment of an Ancient's safe landing. Though his presidency's arms appear deceptively slender within the confines of layers and layers of handpicked, bespoken, corporate attire, they posses utmost strength that effortlessly bear the weight of leadership and more... tangible burdens alike. Those 1000 pull-ups every single day aren't for nothing.

❛ Miss Gainsborough⸻I had assumed your affinity with the Planet does not include diving towards the ground. ❜

[obscureign]

"Mister President. What do you call a can opener that doesn't work?"

The silence that stretched out between them was almost painful. Joshua glanced over at him for a moment before looking straight away, mouth twitching in obvious effort to not ruin the joke by laughing too early.

"... A can't opener."

Unprompted | Always accepting | @phoenixfiiire

❛ Hm⸻? ❜

Icy blue eyes observed the man before him, narrowing in imperceptible slits in its most subtlest of ways. Maintaining an ever glacial calm as ears perked at the trivial utterance... A jest perhaps? And for what?

❛ Can⸻you do something else worth my time? ❜

[trollith]

"Mm..." She's up on this very tall, very high tree on purpose. Definitely on purpose. Definitely not clinging for her life right now.

[obscureign]

❛ ... ❜

A cold presidential glance, returning to its practiced nonchalance before pressing the speed dial button of one's most trustedᅳTseng.

[lastflowerpetal-a]

[sms]: It's so fun! I like to pretend I'm inside a tornado. 😇

[sms]: Say. How come you get the evil dictator seat in the entire building?

[sms]: Why can't I have one? Or at the very least, Reeve. He never leaves his cubical.

[obscureign]

Mentally notes the incurred charges (and headaches) the President has been continuously acquiring due to one tornado of an Ancient.

[sms]: Your fascination in stirring chaos is duly noted, Ms. Gainsborough. [sms]: Are you prepared to tolerate the solitude and shadows it possesses? [sms]: On one condition: promise not to overthrow me.

[obscureign]

@infog mentioned you on a post “'(n˘v˘•)¬' “You look… corporate enough.””:

adachi: … yeeeah, but that’s not really what IKEmen means - 😟 *chuckles* icky men… that’s pretty funny.

​❛ You know, you do have an interesting way with words⸻You don't happen to be looking for a new job, do you? ❜

[lastflowerpetal-a]

@obscureign has 3 New Message(s).

[sms]: I know you're in a meeting.

[sms]: But can I spin on your swivel chair? Pleeeeease?

[sms]: I'm kinda already doing it. 😅

[obscureign]

[sms]: Consider yourself lucky that I am indeed in a meeting. [sms]: Your audacity will not be disregarded.

[obscureign]

What darker love do you embody?

love like a black hole. you call it love, but it is painfully cold. some may call it cruel. no others may touch what you have, you have laid claim. you can feel the emptiness clawing and crawling into where your heart should be... and that same darkness which crushed your soul will wither the one you profess to love.

❛ Hmph⸻How dramatically poetic. ❜

[trollith]

So, reluctance, he wishes to confirm, but he decides not to press the matter. Perchance Rufus needs to relax far more to allow his lips to loosen. Understandable, considering the years that may separate them, but Dion will get the truth out of him yet. "Mm. I sent you an invite last year. I assumed you were busy." It takes true mastery of his expression to be able to conceal the twitch of mirth that follows his statement.

[obscureign]

Another controlled, deliberate sip, the subtle spiciness of the blend now tickles an epicurean tongue, relishing in its every drop. Though the smirk which displays upon lips only widening every so slightly at the next words cousin dearest had bade the President so, it betrays its underlying sentiment. Of course the inviteᅳone that adorned elaborately with House Lesage's banner and its nation's flower. ❛ And must I presume you missed my thoughtful gift? Congratulations, by the way. Who's the lucky... ❜ A pause. Must the most perceptive mind reveal it so soon? Perhaps... ❛ ⸻gentleman? ❜

[obscureign]

❛ Alright, who wants a man in finance? Trust fund. 6'52". Blue eyes. ❜

[trollith]

"Oh, I missed you plainly, Rufus. Am I not obvious enough?" His lips twitch into a smile, however dryly amused. "If you're reluctant to shed light on your personal affairs, consider this to be an exchange of information instead." With that, he sips his tea—all the while giving a fair show of the silver band around his own ring finger.

[obscureign]

❛ Blatantly⸻obvious. ❜ Lips curling into a smirk behind the fine china before taking a deliberate sip of the tea. Liquid gold touching an ever most refined palate. Rich, satisfying body of earthy notes linger. ❛ Mm... Not reluctant. Just... discerning about my personal affairs. ❜ The glinting silver band around cousin dearest's finger didn't go unnoticed. ❛ Ah. So you're the one who's married, I take it? ❜