#sadistic-second

[ivory-paragon]

         Rufus employed those closest to him only under the assumption that their loyalty encased around him like that of a diamond. The only problem with that fierce fidelity would be the low numbers of which he entrusts that type of devotion. The Turks were stretched thin, with only having a handful at a time, he was restricted to just how much manpower he could wrangle in. The military was another level that he didn’t deal with often—only when mindless orders could be imposed on the individuals. A simple ‘yes sir’ was easier to deal with than long drafts of operations dealt with only his Turks.         This was his folly on the agenda of today. A conference of many of the powerful was stationed here—and with power came the tendency to wrack a long list of adversaries with it. It was easy to declare all resistance was with lands far-reaching—no one ever did enough research to realize that many of these fractions came from the heart of Midgar herself. This little detail sent him now to press his back against the cold tile floor as a generous amount of blood could be felt within the ivory fabric of his jacket. The pressure of Reno’s hand did little to comfort him as the throbbing progressed.         Words squeezed from gritting molars as he grabbed onto the redhead’s wrist, caking the surface of it with crimson. It was hard to distinguish what made him nauseous, the loss of blood of the smell of iron that hung in the air. How he detested blood.  “We need to—” A grunt as a few ricocheted bullets hit the surface of the metal slab. “—get out of here.” There was no telling if the shot went clean through or was still embedded in the tissue of his arm. Whatever the case was, he could barely lift it.         The floor was feeling colder, bleeding into the fabric of his clothes while he was bleeding out in turn. Even his fingers were starting to numb. The last thing he wanted was to pass out on the floor; his deadweight would be more than a burden to escaping this hellhole.

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[unforestalledreturn-a]

Indebted

Continuation from Drowning It had been weeks since their last encounter. Ever since Genesis had pulled his little MIA stint, he had been placed under careful observation. And while publicly it was merely a grace period for his own mental recovery, Genesis knew it was a punishment. And the reprimand he had received from the Director was by far the longest he had ever gotten.

By the time Genesis had some semblance of free reign, he was outside. He was in the city, aimlessly wandering at one point. He bought whatever caught his eye. He ate whatever smelled good. But no matter what he did, he found himself back at HQ before dusk. It was a part of his new ‘curfew’, sure. There was also… something else on his mind.

He entered the elevator in the main lobby and punched the button to the floor where the Department of General Affairs was held. The mini kiosk flashed for his ID, which he gave. Not many had clearance to simply waltz up there—the perk of being a First. The elevator pinged, and the moment he came out he loudly called out over the office.

“Hello, is the Mr. Reno from Reno’s Escort Service here?” He paused, grinning ear to ear. “You got the kink, we got the twink?” @sadistic-second

[shinra-hound]

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Dark knew something was wrong, that much was easy to tell. Rufus and the Turks had been antsy for days and the smell of the fast Turk was fading from them all. She didn’t know what it meant but she knew it was odd.

When she caught a whiff of Reno’s scent in the hall, she was instantly alert. Not because of the fact it was his smell, but because of what else was there. Blood, something stale, grime, and the clinical stench of chemicals. Rufus had stopped not long after she did, turning back. She gave a low wuff and looked at him.

Rufus’s eyes narrowed. “Go on.”

Dark took off at a quick pace, nose in the air. She paused a couple times to find the thread again, but it wasn’t too hard. The attackers probably hadn’t counted on the hound sniffing him down. She reached an old wing not many people used, Rufus close behind. The trail led her to a closed door, locked and with a sign on it. She scratched at it and whined. Rufus pulled out his gun; the shot to the lock was loud through the empty halls. He pushed the door open and Dark shoved her way through.

Rufus swore vividly when he saw Reno. Dark trotted over and sniffed at his hands and feet, then his face. The stench of iron and raw flesh burned her nose. She licked over his cheek, tasting sweat, and whined at his poor response.

Rufus went into action. He removed the gag, throwing it aside with a low noise of disgust. He pulled out a knife and started working on the ties to the chair. Once he had Reno free, he made sure he wasn’t going to collapse onto the floor and looked him over. “Reno,” he said, voice firm. “I’ll be right back. D will stay here with you.”

She tilted her head at her name. Rufus pointed at the floor. “Stay. Guard him.” And he ran out the door to get help that had more experience with someone so severely wounded.

Dark took a couple steps after him on instinct then stopped with another whine. She was supposed to protect Rufus, not the Turks! But he had given her a command. She turned and went back to the redhead, sitting next to his foot and leaning against his leg. She kept her attention on the door, both guarding and waiting for Rufus to come back.

[shinras-assassin]

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@sadistic-second​

Despite the creeping feeling that went up his spine at the sheer look of the place, he's got himself convinced that whatever might be in there couldn't be worse than what he's seen and experienced in the labs. So here he is standing beside his brother eyeing the dilapidated property with a critical eye.

" Yeah... abandoned cept for maybe a squatter or some'n. Other than that no one supposed to be livin here."

The hair on the back of his neck is standing on end, but he's keeping his jaw shut because he isn't going to be the one chickening out of this, he ain't scared, and its not something he would ever admit to Reno of all people. He didn't want his brother to look down on him.

Even if he never said it the dipshits opinion was important to him.

" What you gonna chicken out on me now?" he's grinning already stepping toward the front door.

[cinderella-gurei]

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It didn’t take too long to register a reaction. Honestly, Chadley had expected for the other to raise his voice, yet not as much as he had. Maybe he bit too hard, he wondered. But, of course, once the other shoved him away, his mouth opened a bit wider as he let go and gave two steps back.

“There are many rumors about you, Mr. Reno. One of those was that you are as masochistic as you are sadistic. I wanted to confirm this by my own experimentation, so I conducted this test. How do you feel? I can see a hint of impression, but is there anything else you are experiencing?” Chadley addressed him calmly, as if he had just conducted a normal checkup. In truth, that’s what he thought he was doing. 

“Oh! And I see you are on your way to eat something. The line has been taking especially long today, isn’t that so?” he made small talk while awaiting for the data contained on the reply he expected to receive soon. 

[thronelessprince]

To the Beach

@sadistic-second (closed starter) Go to the beach, they said. It would be good for him, they said. It would be no trouble at all, they said. Even though it defied every protocol, every safety regulation Rufus could think of, his Turks insisted. But with the look on their faces after being cooped up in a tiny cabin in the woods for so long, Rufus decidedly withheld his opinion… his… many opinions. Between geostigma and a crippled leg, he had hardly the energy to fight it. He could only wince as the wheelchair stopped dead in its tracks once the wheels hit the sand. Sighing, Rufus pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering, “I suppose I should have seen this coming.”

[light-of-judgment]

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That was the response he was looking for. That was the determining factor in whether or not he would want to keep the man around.

Kefka looked to the redhead, already intense eyes seeming to rove over him as though inspecting every inch and searching for the most delightful ways to deconstruct him. He takes a long drag from his cigarette and flicks the rest away, hopping down from his ledge and landing softly before beginning to walk towards the other.

“Silly child,” the God chides in a sing-song voice, finger wagging from one side to the other as he draws closer. “Not once did I say my immortality was a problem but you....you’re just a disrespectful, disposable little rat, aren’t you.” His hands raise up above his head, flames engulfing them. Six massive wings burst from his back as he prepares to attack the other. 

[thefirstthaumaturge]

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