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[ivory-paragon]

14. Forced Mutism

    Reno had a mouth on him; everyone around the Turk office could vouch for it. The only thing that was muffling his speech pattern now was gums and teeth lacquered with blood. To dilute his senses, they opted to blindfold him and bind his wrists. An easy tactic that would break a weaker man. For hours the torture was repeated, a question asked and a blow to the head sentenced when the tongue that was quick to rattle off vulgarities was silenced.     These men meant business. After surrounding the location that Rufus was last seen, they knew the President was within the walls of a building they had scoped out. They managed to separate one Turk, incapacitate another, and now only Reno remained with his face marked with just as much red as the mane that graced his hair. Rufus would have poised as a threat had they not been able to land a clean shot in his arm, the primary source of his power when it came to slinging his customized weapon from his company. They knew Rufus was an excellent marksman and proceeded with caution on cornering him.     They were at a race – their prize was no good dead. 

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[quiet-fury]

You Might...But Not Me

   “I can’t believe they’re making us get together.”

Aiden had always thought Hope was a very beautiful woman, but he simply wasn't ready to get married at the moment, and he detested being told what to do!

"Isn't there a way to stop this? Why are they doing this anyway? Is it because of some real estate he wants? He want’s your father’s back forty so they shove us into something that will never work because it’s the proper thing to do?”

In his irritation, he flung the paper that explained everything aside and poured himself a drink. “This is beyond stupid!” He mumbled.

[ivory-paragon]

12. Delayed Drowning

Emerald green.     For as long as he lived, he will forever have hatred and fond loving nostalgia of the color. Never would he wear it; it did not suit him as much as monochrome hues in his life. The kaleidoscope that shades of green give off is repeating patterns in his dreams. It was the blackest of nights when the encroaching darkness would be sliced through by that bright mako slit between window blinds. It was his absolution, his destiny as it flooded the sky as the earth was siphoned of its blood.     The ominous feeling he witnessed in the room at night made its way here as he lined the stagnant poison in one of the reservoir tanks along the outskirts of Kalm. The town was what he would have called country bumpkins in his other era; now that Midgar was nothing more than a wasteland on the horizon, his outlook in life had altered with the scenery. These people held a far richer life than he ever dipped his toe into. It only took the fall of his entire empire to open his eyes to such a perspective in life.     However, here he was, opening his wallet in order to regain the land that ShinRa had once dubbed as their own. What was money to these people, however? When the mako that he precariously walked above on a metal catwalk ruined their very crops around the area. Never would they imagine the pumps and drills that worked tirelessly day in and out would drain their land of the riches they were dependent upon.     This mako was more than just poison to them, and Rufus stood for everything they wanted to destroy.     “What is mako worth to these people, Ashe? In gil form, mind you..” A sigh leveled out, fingertips dancing upon the railing on both sides of him. Everyone's lives were different, and he found out the hard way that it did not revolve around money.

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[lost-in-ivory]

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[ivory-paragon]

    11. Chronic Pain

    The weeks melted into months, and the months eventually spanned years. Since the demise of ShinRa, the days have been long and grueling to those who were striving to survive. The plight layers could be seen in the networking effort to structure the area outside of the fallen city itself, and it was here – an hour or so away – that Rufus had set up his post-rehabilitation.     Those who were faithful to ShinRa and had personal tie-ins were able to participate in the hush development of what had become of any sort of leadership. Naturally, Marie was one of the close confidants that allowed the President's coordinates to be exposed. At first, the Turks made sure to include only doctors and themselves when it came to Rufus's health and safety. But now, as he was slipping into the late stages of this strange disease, it became apparent they had to reach out to others to take on this 'burden' that Rufus refuses to bring up during their casual talks.     It was a burden, a cascading pouring of sins that infused in his very skin and spread like a mass of cancer throughout his body. An insatiable ache of oozing flesh and throbbing headaches – he did not want anyone to bear witness to what he was dealing with. Most days, it was kept under layers of bandages and only revealed to the Turks that made it their prerogative to take care of him. Their numbers were stretched thin now, and taking care of their charge was becoming more difficult the further he slipped.     Marie was called by Reno. A voice that was usually carefree and full of sarcasm was somber and plainspoken when he finally reached her on the other side of the line. Reno was not ignorant to the type of relationship the President had with the young woman, but to allow for safety, they were not permitted to bring up such relations while the world very much placed their blame and hatred on the company she made a name for herself.     The conversation was brief at best; Reno did not like going into such painful details. It seized his throat and squeezed words in a cracked rendition. The coordinates were sent over a secure line, and confirmation rather than a warm goodbye was granted.

@marie-dufresne

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