#rufusofshinra

[loyalandroid]

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The LED on his temple continued spinning red as he was brought face to face with the Vice President of Shinra. Though CC wasn’t sure if it had ever stopped spinning since he had run off just a few days prior. In the beginning, he had attempted to cover his LED to try to blend in better, but people on the street definitely noticed him. It was hard not to notice a lost soul. He had been directionless. Confused. CC had never not had orders to follow. There was nothing in his HUD telling him what to do or where to go. It was a new sensation and he didn’t like it.

Perhaps that was why he had gone with the Turk so easily when they managed to track him down. They were technically a superior and it had been a simple order to follow. One that he knew would lead to some kind of end. An end to this new unknown. 

He had expected to be brought back to Heidegger where he knew he would either be reset or destroyed. So when he came face to face with Rufus Shinra instead, he became a bit overwhelmed. A million thoughts had gone through his head but the request for some form of normalcy was all he could get out in that moment of stress. Though the android didn’t even know really what a normal life was. He just wanted direction again, and the Vice President seemed to be offering him just that. It was a way to go back.

“I can follow your orders sir,” he promised. At this point, orders would be a comfort. Better than the directionless wandering that he’d been doing the last few days. “I will follow your orders. I just...would like to not be destroyed.” 

[fourrarri]

@rufusofshinra​ : 20:  What your character is like at social events

          he’s  always  trying  to  find  ways  to  get  most  of  the  attention  to  himself  and  usually  displays  bad  behavior,  especially  when  there’s  alcohol  at  the  event.  he  knows  his  limits  when  it  comes  to  drinking,  but  he’ll  overshoot  easily  while  being  fully  aware  of  it,  usually  at  birthday  parties,  weddings  or  anything  the  like.  Lance  generally  enjoys  ruining  good  moments  for  people  if  he  doesn’t  like  them  or  gets  jealous  of  them.  he’s  gotta  be  the  center  of  attention  and  the  more  people  are  upset  about  it,  the  more  he  enjoys  it.  going  to  social  events  with  him  is  as  risky  as  russian  roulette.  the  outcome  is  uncertain  but  one  thing  that’s  always  guaranteed  is  him  getting  absolutely  hammered.  Lance  is  never  the  guy  that  stays  in  the  back  and  watches  the  crowd  go  wild.  but  as  soon  as  the  situation  escalates  into  a  more  violent  direction  and  someone  wants  to  throw  punches  at  him  he  bolts.  

[holyguardian]

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The blond earned a frustrated little growl and a flex from hands that were stubbornly balled into fists. She didn’t care about a new era, those were empty words from an empty man as far as she was concerned. Though what had truly gotten under her skin was how he denied his own senses. She knew that he knew.

Aerith took a step closer to the new President which may have been interpreted as an act of aggression by his Turks. “You think you’re the most powerful man in Midgar, Rufus Shinra, but not even you can outrun fate.” He wouldn’t understand the weight of her words, that much she knew. Though why would a girl plucked from the slums know the former vice-President on site?

As quickly as she had stepped forward, she retreated back, having enough self-preservation in knowing that while she was an important specimen for the laboratory she wasn’t safe.

“You’re not sending me back to Hojo...” That puzzled her and for the first time she looked uncomfortable in her surroundings. The whispers weren’t swooping in and here she was not at all where she was meant to be. Her friends were supposed to be here and they would all escape the tower together. “You could just make it easier on yourself and let me go.” Her confidence may have wavered but perhaps such a statement would loosen his tongue. Rufus didn’t have to reveal a single shred of information but there was some small chance she might catch him off guard.

[proxnotxaxfool]

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questioning her? oh, he had questions ... lots. ones that would probably earn him a clip around the ear any other day - ask her if she’d taken leave of her senses? lost many marbles lately? ask how she’d honestly seen this scenario playing out? just her stabbing the president’s son - no, the fucking vice president - and then just skip on out the door as if nothing had happened and no one would figure it out?

with all the cameras shinra had? all the soldiers, the turks?

jesus fucking christ on a bike, this was a bit too much to deal with on a monday.

shooting the woman a glare that would most definitely pay for later, reno shook his head, turning his attention back to cut on his boss’s arm.

‘ her name is ida tummelt. she’s a lead scientist here. she’s married to a guy called baldur tummelt, works in urban development with tuesti. their son loqi is that grunt that was apparently killed in action today, the shit-show with the second class SOLDIER ... veld every tell you what my surname is? ’

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[finalvlog-a]

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These feats of engineering were far above and beyond the likes of which Alex and Loqi had been designing in their spare time. No doubt it helped to have someone like Rufus in charge who could focus their time and effort into creating such works, but Alex had not been King, still wasn’t. Only a Prince who dedicated himself to trying to learn and make new creations that would help himself and others. Loqi had more of a mind for war while Alex’s own was fixated on exploration. Together they came up with some great works, but very few had been executed to their full potential, or made it past the ink sketches.

“Well when you put it that way it sounds simple.” Alex remarks in a bemused tone. Support and opportunities for those who had the mind of an engineer. There had to be more to it than that. Perhaps the King was being humble. His eyes roam, focus drifting from one spot to the next, until Rufus places something in front of him and then his gaze drops towards the weapon. Alex was skilled with a bow, able to hit his targets from a fair distance away, but this looked far more complicated than the bows he’d trained with. He glances back towards the King, a furrow in his brows when he insists he try it and then explains how it works.

He reaches out, hand hovering above it for a moment and then settling atop the metal. Alex hefts it up and into both hands, giving it an experimental lift. Not as heavy as he expected, but far more cumbersome than his own bow, but if it could do what he described then it would likely be worth the trade off in weight.

Alex lifts it further and aims towards a tree, head tilted somewhat to try and gaze down the body of it when he does. “How exactly does one let loose the bolts then?”

[noblehcart]

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The Prince did not like his belongings to be meddled with. Especially not his war plans, the carefully laid out tactics and maps in his study. He had noticed the changes and gotten the ideas beyond them, but he had been more than wary, suspecting an overzealous servant who was in need of losing a hand.

When he finally caught the culprit though… it was the Princess that had been sent here a week ago. His promised. Though so far they had not had a lot of interaction with each other. She was constantly surrounded by an entourage of maids and guards who tried to assimilate her into this and Rufus thought himself having better things to do than see who his father had picked out for him. Be the old man damned.

His hand was quick to grab her wrist, just as she made for taking one of the tactical pieces on his desk and his blue eyes were icy looking at her as he used his whole body to lead her away from the desk. Slowly, step by step backwards.

“And what exactly do you think you are doing here, Your Highness?”

For a brief moment as his hand encircled her wrist she was sure she’d hear the words execution falling from his lips. It was no mere rumor that the family Shinra were as handsome as they were cruel. No doubt on their strength and steel forces within themselves as well as their forces. This was why she was brought there to begin with. Marriage to the eldest son secured peace and safety for her kingdom and family. Assimilation was the best tactic for survival. Better to befriend a Shinra than it was to be only mere allies. Her issue was that she knew so little of them aside from legacy and fearful stories.

Maids and guards kept her corralled away from him and away from the family, his and her own as she was told to keep herself busy and to stay out of the way. She had no role here. No title aside from the prince’s future bride and the hopeful courts ideas of producing an heir. 

It wasn’t enough to her mind. There had to be more. She had to know a little more of her husband before their wedding day. She had to have more than just a chamber and maids to busy her days with in sewing and visiting the courtiers. It took days of courage to summon the bravery she needed to slip out in the early mornings to explore on her own and find his study. He was never there, but traces of him were. A goblet left with sips of wine, books and scrolls and then the maps with figurines and markers for the coming war. Peace, she thought, was never enough for this family and she loathed the idea that her life would forever be filled with wars. 

At least it would with the way he had set up his armies and plans. She hadn’t meant or intended to change the positioning, but they looked wrong. Many hours were spent in libraries of her youth and some of those books were occasionally those of war, and what war she was most familiar with was that of chess. Sacrificing knights, maneuvering bishops and marching forwards pawns while Rooks acted as centurions. She was aware of maneuvering war though she protested it, but it waging war was to be her life then it was best it was done quickly. More moments of peace to spare between the fighting so she took some mornings to rearrange piece and hope her hints at different strategies would be considered.

Apparently it was not so. “I-I was…” She hiccuped stepping back with each step of his. “-s-searching for …..y-you, my lord.”

[abrokenremnant]

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Overlooking Edge, Rufus remained still in the wheelchair. Though Kadaj would be able to hear an amused scoff, just silently. “You will have to excuse me… I just wondered how it comes you long for your ‘mother’ so much, when you never actually met her? Do you even know what the worst feeling a mother can give her child is? It is disappointment. And so far, you must have disappointed her very much on your search for her.” 

Kadaj closed his eyes for just a moment, enjoying the soft breeze and crisp grey air as he stood at the edge with nothing to block his fall. He enjoyed being this high up, above everything and everyone. The remnant listened to the man in the wheelchair keenly. As much as he wanted to roll him right off the building, he needed answers only he could give.

“Oh... but I have met Mother,” Kadaj smiled serenely before he moved closer to Rufus, to try and push the sleeve on his arm up ever-so-slowly in an effort to reveal Geostigma’s mark upon him. “And it looks like you’ve met her too, hmm?”

“Disappointment...? Does the disloyal son speak from experience?” Kadaj regarded Rufus with amusement with the slightest twitch in his smile. No, it wouldn’t do to let the man get under his skin this early. 

“Perhaps I can finally make her proud of me when we have the Reunion, but we both know that I can’t do that... as long as you don’t return her to me.”

[inferniangod]

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“Ah, the old fools spawn.” The god in human flesh glared at the mortal with ember lit eyes. “The son of greed.”