Apr 13, 2020
FFVIIR Turk AU writing prompt: The Turks are all vampires who are controlled by Rufus Shinra and that’s why Tseng looks the SAME years later
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FFVIIR Turk AU writing prompt: The Turks are all vampires who are controlled by Rufus Shinra and that’s why Tseng looks the SAME years later
Im drinking and mighr regret this- send me asks about the Turks and I will answer you.
Me @ myself Went out of my comfort zone and attempted to cosplay my boy Rude from #ff7r just to try it. Pretty happy with how it turned out, tbh. #rudeoftheturks #haveasnack #tiktokcosplay #rudeffvii #ffvii #ff7 #ff7remake #ffviiremake #ffviir #rudeff7 #rudecosplay #tiktok #cosplay #ffviicosplay #ff7cosplay #theturks #turkscosplay #ff7turks https://www.instagram.com/p/CAU_aFFjChB/?igshid=zwpjl36qg7vb
Whumptober 2022
Prompt 29
“No,” Aerith snapped, crossing her arms over her chest. “We’re not going to sit and argue about this all night. I’m staying up for him.”
“They’re still working on him,” Rude argued. The words tasted like sawdust in his dry mouth. It had been nearly seven hours since he’d been brought in. It was late enough now that everyone else in the makeshift hospital was trying to get a good nights sleep, and all that Veld had been able to tell them when he’d been chased out to the waiting area was that Reno had stopped breathing on his own for a time but his throat was too damaged to intubate with any degree of safety, and while they’d managed to induce his body to breath again things had been extremely tense and delicate ever since.
“I know,” she breathed back like it hurt her to speak. The door opened a crack and Tseng looked unsurprised to see Rude defying orders to rest. He said nothing, simply walked close to the other two and pulled a chair along with him, settling in beside Aerith. His mouth opened a moment, then closed, and opened again, straining until finally sound came out.
“Rude, your… damage report. Are you certain you included everything?”
“…Everything I knew about. We weren’t always together, and even when we were we couldn’t always see each other. Hell, Tseng. I was in the same dirty hallway with him when they cut him open and chopped off part of his liver. Didn’t even know about it ‘til he told me.” Aerith startled and covered her mouth, not managing to silence the gasp of horror while Rude bit back a curse. He hadn’t bothered to fill her in on that detail, had he? Tseng didn’t reply immediately, he just nodded and didn’t look at either of them. He obviously knew something that he didn’t want to say.
“Tseng, he’s … still alive, right?” Aerith ventured, her voice trembling. Tseng nodded furiously in response though the look on his face contradicted the action. “What aren’t you telling us?” She demanded, rising from her seat. Her green eyes blazed.
“Nothing that isn’t overly obvious,” Veld answered for him, startling everyone as he walked silently through the door. “And you call yourselves Turks,” he mused before shaking his head to continue on the more serious note. “Our current resources are not what any of our medical staff are used to. The facility here is adequate, not ideal. He needs more blood than we can give him, more medication to manage the pain he’s in, more surgery down the road that should have specialists to preside over them and not simply general trauma surgeons, loyal and dedicated though they are.”
“Reno isn’t going to let that kill him,” Aerith insisted and Veld managed a smile.
“No, he won’t. I spoke with his surgeon. They have him stabilized, they’re bringing him to the ICU -“
“I’m staying with him,” Aerith cut in before anyone else could.
“Sir, I had planned to remain here,” Tseng added.
“I want to make sure he’s alright,” Rude said. Veld sighed and looked from one to the other.
“You realize that all four of us will not be allowed to sit with him, correct?” Nods and grunts and shrugs followed from each individual, but no one actually spoke. It was obvious that Veld had already made up his mind. “Rude, you may discharge yourself and leave the medical floor, but you are required to return to our headquarters and rest. You know the drill.” Rude sighed in frustration, but he nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“Tseng, Rufus is intending a late night meeting with the remains of the board of directors to discuss his return to Shinra. Personally I hope that it will be effected soon, their facilities will far better serve Reno than our meager offerings can. I think it best that we both attend.” Tseng gave a tight nod.
“Yes, sir.”
“That leaves the ancient.”
“Just call me Aerith, it’s not like you don’t all know my name,” she said, sticking her tongue out. “And that means I get to sit with Reno,” she said triumphantly.
“Only if you will keep track of this,” Veld answered, handing her a note pad. “The nurses and doctors are extremely busy, many of the casualties from Nibelheim are still in seriously condition, and as they are recovering here the staff can not dedicate the time they want or need to monitor him. If you can take note and keep an eye on his readings, it would be of great help to them.”
“Better you than me,” Rude chuckled, and Aerith cast him a slightly sour look.
“I can do it,” she replied.
“Very well. Rude, I trust you to discharge yourself and follow orders. Tseng, with me. The meeting is beginning within the hour.” With this note of finality all of them rose and adjourned to the hallway, Aerith and Rude to the empty waiting area and the other two Turks to the exit. Rude noted - not for the first time - a petite face framed by blonde braids peeking out of a doorway as they passed, her eyes very obviously following Tseng until he and Veld had disappeared through the swinging doors, leaving Aerith and Rude alone in the waiting area. Neither spoke, though he thought he saw Aerith halfway open her mouth as if to make a statement of some sort more than a couple of times, but each time she thought better of it and said nothing. His eyes sought out the wall clock more than once. Veld had said that Reno was coming out soon, but ‘soon’ had been forty-five minutes already. Aerith even looked as if she had started to doze off when she startled bolt upright in her seat and turned her head to the doors that closed off the makeshift emergency and operating rooms. Voices drifted through the door and a moment later the gurney sporting the very pale redhead rolled into the hall. He and Aerith leaped to their feet - well, Aerith did. He started to, bent over too far, had to catch his breath as his fractured ribs protested, and finally managed to push himself out of his chair by the time Aerith had reached their shoddy excuse for an ICU. Rude tried not to be bitter about their current medical facilities. Reno wasn’t the only one here who had been hurt, and whatever they had it was better than the filthy cell where Reno had spent the last week and a half and nearly lost his life. He shuffled to the door that she had gone through. After all, Veld hadn’t said that he couldn’t see Reno before he left, just that he wasn’t allowed to be the one to keep vigil.
Instead of a movie hospital scene of cadenced binary tones, silence reverberated against the walls, most of the machines jerry-rigged to fulfill their new purpose and lacking the ability to make the constant noise typical to the scene. Four nurses bustled about the room attending to the eight other patients who were not Reno scattered through the re-purposed dining hall. He spotted Aerith on the far end talking to a fifth nurse who was engaged in hooking Reno up to his own odd assortment of retro-fitted machines. Were it not for his hair it would have been difficult to recognize him with the entire lower half of his face enclosed in a mask that must have been their best option to help him breath. It seemed old fashioned, but if it was doing its job Rude had no argument against it. Rude hesitated a moment before he crossed the threshold. He just wanted to see his buddy, prove to himself that leaving him behind had been the right choice. The nurse cast a disapproving glance as he got closer. He ignored her. He was only going to stay for a minute. Aerith had taken a seat beside Reno, but she wasn’t touching him or saying anything. Odd. Disconcerting. Rude’s gaze landed on Reno next, and it surprised him to see the blue eyes of his partner half-shaded by heavy lids, but the gaze behind them was glassy and unfocussed. He glanced at Aerith and saw her knuckles white as she gripped the notebook and pen.
“He tries to get away when people touch him. We have to be careful so he doesn’t hurt himself,” she said in a quiet, choked voice.
“Bastards,” Rude spat.
“You were like that for the first couple of days after you came back.”
“Do they think it’ll take him longer to recover from it?” Aerith looked from him to Reno and shrugged, but she bit her lip. Her hand crawled onto the cot, close to him but not touching him. “Reno?” She tried, searching in the sliver of blue that stood out on his face almost as much as the tattoos under his eyes. They shifted a little and landed on her briefly before they closed.
“Will you be alright?” Rude asked her. Aerith nodded.
“Rufus will go back to Shinra, he’ll get us better facilities, and we’ll be able to take better care of everyone here. I’ll be alright.” Her voice shook as she spoke, but Rude made no comment, simply pulling in a deep breath and turning to leave before he was too tired to make his own way. He could hardly help but doubt that it would be even half that simple.
Whumptober 2022
Prompt 28
Sorry this wasn’t posted a week ago, life got crazy.
He stared at the window high overhead. A message had come in from Reeve. An urgent message. About his partner. Was Reno even still alive? His execution hadn’t been a secret, it had been advertised as the next big hot program on Midgar’s free station. Rude shuddered. President Shinra had certainly always had a flare for the dramatic, but public execution? He’d blocked out the radio announcements when he’d had the misfortune to hear it. What had he been thinking leaving his best friend behind like that? He could have gotten them both out, he could have. He just… he… no, he couldn’t have and he knew it perfectly well. He’d barely kept himself upright for half of his journey when he’d had the fortune to run into a fellow member of the Turks. He honestly wasn’t sure how he would have made it back to base without being detected by Shinra if that hadn’t happened.
Rude shifted and folded the covers aside. His ribs were sore as hell, but getting up and moving around had been encouraged. His fingers didn’t hurt hardly at all anymore, though it would be a month or two before his fingernails grew back. His feet touched the cold floor and he sought out the slippers that Tseng had brought for him. Honestly he didn’t know why he hadn’t just been discharged and allowed to go to his apartment, but he hadn’t bothered to argue the point. He shrugged. At least he didn’t have an IV pole to drag along beside him, he’d been able to rehydrate and eat just fine with no assistance. He’d lost a significant amount of blood, but not enough that he’d needed any. He would just walk to the lounge and see what was blaring on the TV there.
The few doctors and nurses in their makeshift hospital dotted the hallway, and everything seemed to have come to a standstill. All eyes focused on the TV screen hung prominently on the wall, and his eyes, finally again disguised by his favorite shades, followed theirs. The news anchor on the screen appeared uncertain in everything that she relayed, and the runner on the bottom of the screen displayed an untold amount of typos and news unconventional to the typical propeganda. His eyes followed along the bottom of the screen. ‘The executives of Shinra, while involved in inflicting disciplinary action upon a traitorous employee who -‘ no, the details were lost after that in a splurge of symbols and meaningless punctuation. Perhaps that had been meant to blame Wutai, but apparently the typist had had other ideas. Still, what was that about the executives? The news anchor appeared appropriately concerned and still managed to look feelingless. The executives had been… attacked by monsters? In the Shinra building? ‘Too bad they didn’t have any Turks to protect them,’ Rude thought bitterly but not without a tinge of cynicism. The executives were the real monsters. But Rude, who had expected to hear President Shinra’s blowhard defense of himself and make up some tale as to how monsters even got into the building, didn’t even know what to think at the next announcement. President Shinra, Professor Hojo, Scarlet, and Heidegger were all reported to have been killed in the attack. Of the people in charge of running the company only three remained; Reeve Tuesti, Palmer, and most importantly, Rufus Shinra, who had been away from the building at the time for an extended business trip. Rude snorted out an incredulous laugh when that was said. Rufus had bailed on the company, his father simply hadn’t accepted it. If Veld and Tseng were to be believed, Rufus Shinra would prove to be a better person than his progenitor.
“Up and about already, I see,” a voice whispered at his elbow and he turned to see her green eyes staring right through the shaded lenses that again masked his soul.
“…Yeah,” he said with a shrug, scratching absently at the back of his head. Aerith pursed her lips and rocked back and forth in her boots, looking side to side. She breathed out loudly and stopped moving, bringing her attention back to him.
“Any word?”
“Nothing yet. Seen the big news on TV?”
“Hmm. A little of it. I knew about them already, though,” the young woman answered and shuddered at her own statement.
“Think they got to him in time?”
“I think so. At least Tseng and Veld stopped them from finishing what they had started doing to him,” she breathed. He arched an eyebrow at her reply. “He… hasn’t come to say goodbye to me, and that means he’s not in the Lifestream. And if all of Shinra’s executives are dead -“ and here she stopped with a sigh and turned her eyes down, as if the weight of their lives were her own “- that means they couldn’t have continued with his… his murder.” Rude grunted, his ear still tuned halfway to the television, and the anchor’s next statement nearly caused his heart to stop.
“Bullshit,” he spat and then realized that he’d said it aloud when Aerith’s face snapped back to his. “Did you hear what they just said?” Aerith’s eyebrows burrowed into the bridge of her nose and she shook her head. Rude sighed heavily. “Reno was already in a bad way when I left him. Doubt they did anything to heal him, but the asshole mayor put an APB out on Reno as if he was somehow to blame. As if he could have done it.”
“But that means they can’t find him, right?” Aerith asked after a moment’s thought. Rude shrugged and nodded.
“Don’t think he got away from them on his own though. Reno could barely sit up when I left him.”
“…Oh.”
“I didn’t want to leave him,” he added with uncharacteristic haste.
“I know,” she replied, putting a hand on his arm but Rude turned away and faced the wall, her acceptance somehow making the whole thing worse. He hadn’t wanted to leave Reno, again and again he wondered what he could have done differently. If his friend, his brother didn’t make it… Before he could think about it anymore his right hand jabbed out, punching a crater into the drywall. Aerith startled away from him, her eyes searching his face. He turned it away from her again.
“Rude, if you just hadn’t come to rescue me from Hojo, this wouldn’t have - “
“No. This is on them, not you,” he bit back, more harshly than intended.
“Fine. I should thank you, though, for getting me out of there.”
“…Welcome.”
“So we’re even?”
“Yeah?”
“Good. Now you remember that what happened to Reno after all that is on them, not you,” she countered with a smirk, rocking gently on the balls of her feet. “It’ll be close, I don’t think they’ll get him here until the last minute, but I think they’ll make it. He’s been hurt, and it’s really badly, but he’ll be okay after a while.”
“How can you know that?” Rude whispered, sick and tired of false hope. She smiled back wistfully and for a moment Rude thought that he saw tears in her eyes.
“An… old friend.”
Rude was about to ask her to elaborate further when the doors at the end of the hall creaked, drawing the attention of anyone near it. A moment later Tseng appeared shouldering it open and shouting for help while Veld followed him through, each of them bearing their half of a limp figure whose flame-toned hair would have given him away nearly anywhere. The resident medical staff rushed the door before either Rude or Aerith had a chance, some holding them open for the two to pass through, some trying to take their burden only to be snapped at by Veld. One nurse had run the other way and was rushing toward them pushing the one gurney which was the only thing that seemed to make Veld’s expression relax. Rude didn’t wonder why he himself hadn’t gone forward to help. He couldn’t move. He thought he’d had some notion of how much worse his friend would be, but he’d been mistaken. The jacket that one of them had wrapped around Reno - Veld, given his lack of one - fell away as he was laid on the rolling table and Rude felt his jaw drop open of its own accord; not in response to the layers of fresh bruising, the mishapen and discolored right arm that was no longer splinted, the swollen knee blotched with both red and purple, no, rather the glimpse of a long, hastily closed incision that had been made the entire length of his friend’s abdomen is what caused his lungs to stop asking for air, his heart to wonder if it should take another beat. Something fell against his shoulder and he moved just in time to stop Aerith from crashing into the ground in much the same state as himself. He managed to get the first word over the sudden cacophony.
“Is he-“
“He’s alive,” Veld spat, “no thanks to those animals that I used to call my friends.”
“Sir, we need to take him-“
“Yes, by all means,” the man answered, but he followed them no doubt through sheer force of habit, but they didn’t dare stop him. Tseng caught Rude’s eye next, pretending to be calm, the slight tremble in his hands as he failed to wipe the dried blood on his jacket betraying the rage and concern that he had trained himself not to show. Beside him Aerith swallowed so loudly that he heard it, while Tseng’s jaw tightened, his hands closing into fists while he stared in the opposite direction into nothing.
The small shop was packed, the only seat open was at her table and she wasn’t surprised when a gentleman came up and asked to sit with her. He was tall, bald, and wore sunglasses, which might have been normal if it weren’t late evening in the middle of the winter. He was well dressed in one of the suits that Shinra’s private police,the turks she thought, wore.
“Mind if I sit here?” He asked hesitantly. There was a relaxed environment here and people met new people this way all the time.
“Of course, all are welcome.” She said with a smile. Luminitsa liked meeting new people; that was why she came here specifically tonight, when it was encouraged to speak to new people.
“Thank you.” He said as he took a seat, he seemed uncomfortable as though he didn’t really want to do this.”
“My name is Luminitsa, and your’s, lovely?”
“Rude.” He was very quiet Itsa thought to herself as she sipped her tea.
“Would you like me to read your palms, free of charge?” He hesitated but gave her his hand anyways. He would live a long successful life, but he would be required to make some hard decisions and do many things he wished he didn’t have to.
“You’ve recently met your future partner,” the love line was her favorite, a hopeless romantic, “She’s loud and flirtatious, complimenting your more reserved nature. She’s laid back and will absolutely adore you once she moves past your silence. I can’t get a name though, perhaps you never caught it.” She said, finishing the reading. She always caught the name, whether he knows it or not shouldn’t make a difference, this would bother her for ages. He took his hand back with a sceptical look on his face.
“Are you a fortune teller or is this just a hobby?”
“Fae’s Fortunes. Come by sometime if you have any questions you need an answer to.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
They finished their tea and kept the conversation up for a while longer before eventually parting, to Luminitsa’s surprise with plans to meet again.
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