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 Posted: Thu Nov 10, 2005 8:23 am
So... the Turks go on break for Christmas! To... Costa del Sol? That's not very Christmasy... ::blink::
Oh, well, they'll probably take what they can get.
Ehren blinked, and looked down once more at the letter in his hands.
Congratulations from Shin-Ra Travel!
You've won our exclusive contest for an all-expenses-paid three-week trip to Areshima Resort, the famous five-star resort located on historic Areshima Isle, just off the coast of sunny Costa del Sol! The entire Resort has been reserved for this period for the exclusive use of our contest-winners, so it's just you and your friends on a private two-week vacation!
You will be picked up on the 15th of December at Upper Junon's port by the Abunai!, a Grand Luxury Liner that will tour the southern seas for a week before bringing you to Areshima Isle, and there you will have innumerable activities open to you and your friends for the next two weeks.
Included are the winning tickets for you and up to twenty of your friends to enjoy sun, fun, and lots of time at the beach. Enjoy your stay, and thank you for participating in our annual Tropical Christmas Contest!
"But... I never signed up for this contest," Air muttered to himself. "I've never even heard of this contest." He'd already called the executive department heads over in the Travel branch which had confirmed that yes, he really had been chosen, yes, there really were no strings attached, and yes, he really had entered through a mail-in reply card. Which was strange, because he'd never even seen one before.
"And even if I did go..." he thought slowly to himself, "where am I going to find anywhere near this number of people?"
Then the thought struck him. Reno would be a good start, and he'd probably have some decent suggestions on who else to bring... Hell, with this many tickets, he could bring the entire rest of the Turks. He started to head down toward the Lounge.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 8:09 am
OoC: I take it the original Turks are in this thread? Oh, and I took many liberties with the Shin-Ra travel thing. xp Sorry if I ruined any plot devices you might've had there. The post is too long, but ... yeah. x.x
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Around that time, Natsumi had snapped her cell phone shut [this phone was compact, modern and so sleek-looking that it looked as if it could exceed the speed limit. Most who knew Natsumi hoped fervently that her sixteenth phone would survive] and stowed it away, feeling more than a trifle annoyed with the world, which seemed to be quite dead. Also, because she'd wrecked the last phone with the sim-card still inside; Natsumi had lost all the stored numbers, had resorted to a phone book, had found only the house numbers of her contacts, and - guess what? - nobody was at home. Brilliant.
Another lonely afternoon of paperwork [read: mind-numbing boredom] loomed before her. Oh joy and rapture.
She was known to act irrationally during the aforementioned lonely afternoons, which, apparently, brought out the immaturity in her. There was one time that several potted plants on the 61st floor had been found dead and appropriately cremated, that day when all of Rude's sunglasses had been mysteriously stolen[at least he hadn't been that mad], the event when several small bombs had gone off in Hojo's labs, and the time Natsumi had entered every single one of the Turks into the annual Tropical Christmas Contest, thinking nothing of what might happen if one of them actually won.
Natsumi had sighed. Happy memories.
Unfortunately, she couldn't slack off on the paperwork overload this time. For once, doing a report had a valid reason, despite the festive atmosphere. Busting up that drug-cartel yesterday, and all that. Sometimes she wished she could bring Rufus his antagonist's head on a silver platter, and leave it at that. But noooo, they all had to know how many shots had been fired, if anyone had escaped, the stakeout's yieldings, blah blah blah.
It's good for us, her conscience had said heartily.
Shut the hell up.
And I'm talking to myself too, she'd mused humourlessly. Wasn't that a sign of insanity?
Is this karma or something? Natsumi had wondered. 'What goes around comes around', and all that.
"Screw paperwork," she'd muttered, shutting her folder, in which a substantial amount of A4 lined paper - for report drafts - was contained. "I'm done with this."
Natsumi had then stuffed the folder unceremoniously into her oversized bag and got up from the couch, straightening her fluffy lace-lined skirt before heading over to the store cupboard that supported the mini-fridge. Within mere seconds she had some hot tea - heavy on the cream and sugar - on the coffee table before her, while she flicked idly through the channels and stupid Christmas-Is-Coming specials on the plasma TV. At least being a Turk meant you had a great lounge. All plush decor, comfortable furniture and generally expensive stuff. Lifestyle of the not-quite-rich and infamous. Beautiful.
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Eventually Natsumi grew bored of the cathode ray tube, and, amid the sound of Midgar MTV, switched to thinking about the times she'd spent her afternoons like this - alone in the Shin-Ra building, not irritating Aux or hanging out with Kim or someone. Briefly she wondered if anything had come of her stuffing the Tropical Christmas Contest vote boxes with her comrades' names.
"Where is everyone?" she wondered, getting up again and moving over to the door. A turn and click of the doorknob and the door was open. Natsumi looked down the hall. Disappointed at seeing no one, she shut the door and plopped back down on the couch, her expression a little forlorn at having no one to annoy.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 11:49 am
Kim walked into the Shinra building carrying to large plastic bages, filled to the brim with lots of red and green things. She wasn't wearing her uniform, but a pair of blue jeans and a light yellow sweat jacket. Her hair was tied into an uncommon french braid and she had a huge grin plastered to her face.
It was finally the Christmas season.
Kim couldn't help but be excited- the thought of a good natured celebration was too much for her. She had done nothing fun for a while and she could no longer participate in Halloween (Handing out candy or trick-or-treating). So Kim had left last week to visit her family. She came back today, and hit some christmas stores before arriving back at the building.
She nodded at Trish, the secretary, as she came in. Christmas or not, she hated being nice to secretaries. She went over to the elevator and pushed the up button. Then, she heard brisk footsteps come up beside her. The doors to the elevator dinged open.
"Shorty! Hold the door for me!"
Kim walked in, ignoring the plea from the farmillar voice. She knew Reno would make it in on time. Sure enough, he came in beside her and they were off.
Reno smirked when he saw the shopping bags. "And where have you been?"
Kim scoffed, "Visiting my family for the past week. And I went shopping this morning."
"Ah," Reno thought, rubbing his chin, "That's why I haven't seen you around. It's been so boring lately."
"No one's here?" Kim exclaimed.
"Most of us are still here, but a lot of the regular workers have left and so the whole building feels deserted." Reno stated.
"I see." Kim nodded.
"So," He said, slyly, "Did you get me anything?"
Kim burst out laughing- she had been waiting for him to ask that. "Yes, yes, you greedy Turk!" She gasped. She bent over to reach into her bags- Reno whistled. Kim shot him a mock horror look and grabbed the present. It was a a brown teddy bear with bigs eyes, holding a huge candy cane.
"Thanks...." He muttered, holding the bear out like a weed. Surprisingly, he grinned at it and shoved it in his front pocket, with it's head sticking out. The elevator dinged- it was his stop. He got off, but yelled behind him, "I'll surprise you yet, Kim!"
The doors shut on Kim's earnestly surprised face. She saw, briefly, that he really had appreciated the present- no matter how girlish it seemed. Maybe he didn't get gifts often? Kim couldn't help but smile.
The door dinged again and Kim grunted as she lifted her bags. She wondered what her first Christmas would be like at the Shinra Company.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 12:26 pm
[[er, that'll work out fine, e.e. and yes, the original turks are here because... well, the thought of Reno in a Santa Hat is just too cute a prospect to turn down. whee ]]
Air turned the corner just as a streak of color retreated back into the lounge, shutting the door behind it, and immediately afterward, the other elevator dinged back down the hallway he'd just come from. Out stepped the spikey red-haired wonder, Reno himself, who was pretty much the only one in the company who could tolerate Ehren's flippantness for very extended periods of time. He thought he caught a glimpse of Kim in the elevator as well, but she was obviously heading elsewhere.
"Oi, Reno," he called to the man sauntering down the hallway. "Stop dragging your butt along, will you? I'm going to need your help on this one."
Reno responded with a sarcastic grin, and sauntered along just as slowly, though making more directly for Air now. "Yes, O glorious intel officer?" he replied. "What is it you need from a lowly creature such as myself?"
Air shoved the letter at him, noticing the teddy bear head sticking out of his pocket. "Started to collect, have we?" Reno flipped a strand of hair that had fallen below his pilot's goggles out of his eyes and glanced down at the brown head coming out of his jacket.
"I thought it looked good there, y'know?" he said, grinning. His eyes went down to the sheet of paper in his hands, and scanned through it, before blinking, a look of slight consternation coming to his face. "Contest? I've never even heard of this, though."
"Neither have I. But apparently I mailed in a card a couple of weeks ago that entered me in the competition, and somehow managed to win." Air snorted. "I don't even like Costa del Sol. Too many damn tourists."
Reno grinned again at him. "You've gotta get over that social phobia of yours, yo. Never gonna get far in life with that hangin' over your head."
Air tossed a messy clump of black hair hanging in an annoying limp fashion in front of his right eye back, and snorted yet again. "I'm fine with people, as long as the people in question are attractive and female. Otherwise, I just don't see how they're worth the time or effort."
Reno nodded his smiling consent before opening the subject back up again. "So what'd you need my help with, anyway?"
"I need to figure out how I'm going to fill up these slots," Air replied flatly. "And the easiest thing would simply be to drag all the Turks along. So you're helping."
"Me?" Reno asked, drawing his eyes wide in mock horror. "I'm not a secretary, yo. Get Kim to do it."
Air grinned slyly. "No, no, Reno, we've got to straighten a few things out, I think," he said. "You're going to help--unless you want information pertaining to certain events relating to a certain female Turk to be passed on to the rest of them."
Reno winced, sighing melodramatically. "You're a cruel man, Air," he replied. "So I guess we're here to hit the lounge first, then?"
"Right," Air replied. "See if anybody's there... then I'll probably go to Tseng's office. You can hunt down some others in the meantime."
Reno sighed depressedly. This was starting to sound a little to much like work.
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Posted: Fri Nov 11, 2005 8:30 pm
OoC: Reno... Santa hat ...*molests*. It also seems as if my vocabulary went off on vacation again.
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The folder was out again, and she was staring glumly at it, feeling thoroughly depressed. The baby blue cover stared back, taunting her. If the damn thing hadn't been an inanimate object, she would've sworn that it was smirking, a la ... well, her.
Maybe I should get around to doing this, she mused. Her conscience cheered.
Natsumi paused, and mulled over this matter for a while. Choices, choices.
Ah, what the hell, she thought dismissively. A couple of months' procrastination never hurt anybody.
Had her conscience been capable of movement, it certainly would have slapped its forehead.
Grinning wickedly once more for no apparent reason - quite a contrast to her earlier downhearted mood - Natsumi replaced the folder in her bag and produced her laptop. The battery was running a little low, thus she'd decided not to waste it on paperwork, but the laptop - shiny, slim and sleeker than the phone - was still in good condition. Great.
Given that she had all the required passwords in her possession - courtesy of one Eville Shibuya - she managed to hack into the Shin-Ra security system database in considerably less than sixty seconds. Shin-Ra Security Camera System? Click.
Natsumi selected the option of sorting by floor, and shortly had the entire building virtually laid out before her. A couple more clicks took her to the floor she was on. Natsumi raised an eyebrow once she opened the file labelled TURKS LOUNGE. It was odd, she reflected, to be looking at yourself watching yourself on a screen.
She hit the 'back' button and began clicking at random, observing various corridors through a hi-resolution camera. Once she could've sworn she spotted a flash of sanguine hair, but when she looked closer, it was gone. More clicking while she sipped her tea. She was beginning to get bored again.
Sighing, she glanced back down at the screen. The passageway leading to the Lounge showed a head full of spiky black hair, attached to the body of a (seemingly - she couldn't really tell from the back) male Turk, moving down the hallway. Whoever it was, they were well on their way.
It took one and a half seconds for her brain to put two and two together. Unkempt appearance, spiky hair, contemplative Mako-green eyes that were studying a piece of paper he was holding. In all likelihood it was Ehren.
Natsumi shut the laptop down and stuffed it hastily into her bag. Even to an idiot, she decided, she probably looked to be guilty of something.
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 8:25 am
"No."
"Aww, why not?"
"Because you're an idiot and the building almost collapsed the last time you came."
"But Dou-dou didn't mind!"
"I mind."
Silence.
"But you always try your hardest for the ones you love most!"
"Your 'love' for Reno is more obsession than love."
"...you suck, Aux, did you know?"
"...yes."
Eville Shibuya, was once again, in the Shin-Ra Building. Security personnel had convieniently left for coffee, announcing this in a too-loud voice and a pretentious cough, and not returned for half-an-hour because of the pubescent fourteen-year-old with the scary Mako-eyes and the freaking allergy-causing tail. Why? She had caused at least twenty different species of Hojo's precious specimens to run loose on her last visit, and one of the twenty had sunk its teeth into the poor security guard's less-than-succulent rump, and he had been having nightmares ever since.
Aux was sorry for the poor man. The only reason she let Eville actually come along was because Yane had taken to hiding under sofa sets whenever the girl drew close. Not a bad feat for a fourteen-year old fox-human hybrid.
Still, Eville, like most foxes, was on the prowl, being Discreet, Stealthy and Sneaky, in order to get her hands on one particular thing- its prey. In this case, a red-headed Reno who was conviniently a First Division Shin-Ra Turk. Phase One, which was Get Aux to Bring You to the Building was completed after much badgering and Yane-scaring, and Phase Two was about to be commenced- Find Reno. And there was no way she could carry this out due to Aux's 'safety precautions'- which covered the bolting and shutting of all windows and doors in Aux's quarters, the chaperoning of Eville, wherever she chose to go to, to name a few.
But Aux didn't seem to be carrying out her self-set mission parameters very conscientiously. Eville was left to poke at Aux's plasma television, flicking through random channels, while punctuating each promotional video and jingle and teen soap opera with sighs and moans of 'unfairity to its highest accord' and so on and so forth to Aux, while Aux, blissfully ignorant, laid on her newly-repaired water bed, on her stomach, in a silken purple bathrobe- a bit overdone, even in Eville's opinion, with floofy...well, floof trimming the edges and hems thrown over her underclothes, flipping through a glossy edition of ReNuYuMidgar, looking up new ways to reduce the sight of veins at the back of your legs. How responsible was Aux.
Eville, after much careful contemplation, had chosen that moment to moan. "I want a coffee."
"You drank all of mine," said Aux, flicking through another page, glossing through a hair tutorial before snickering derisively at the end product and turning it over.
Eville sensed a spark of hope. "I want a mocha with lots of cream and sugar and-"
"Go down the corridor and get it yourself," was the too-casual answer.
Eville's ears perked up. "Really?"
Aux snorted. "And you're happy over that?"
"Yeah. But you locked the door."
"I was lying, all the doors are really open," said Aux, not lifting her steady gaze from the magazine, a little too ignorant of the going-ons in the vicinity.
Eville was out of the door in three split seconds, and Aux took interest in a random article, explaining how to remove elbow wrinkles.
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Eville had veered a little too far off from her supposed destination. Actually, about six floors up and three corridors away from the vending machines. Aux wouldn't mind, though; she'd do almost anything to get away from Eville.
No sanguine blur disappearing round a corner, no navy blue suit in sight, no lazy drawl to be heard. Sighing, she threw her spindly arms in the air in mock drama, knocking the paperwork out from a random secretary's grasp- the bimbo had shot back with a "Hey!" worthy of her bimbotic-ness, but Eville had ignored her and continued her merry way on her serach for her prey. He had been down this corridor. She could smell it. Or was the dizzying scent of Aux's room too overbearing?
Something that distinctly resembled the object of her desire slunk down the corridor, slouching. Except it was a brunette. Eville scowled contemptuously, her tail whipping through the air in impatience. It too was donning the blue suit of a Turk. Glaring at the back of the figure with much concentration, she finally managed to fit two-and-two together and made four point five. She sped down the corridor with the speed of a Gold Chocobo on steroids before jumping up, throwing her skinny arms round where she supposed the neck of the person was, shrilling an overly-happy, "OH MY GOD IS THAT YOU EHREN?! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU SINCE, LIKE, THIRTY THOUSAND YEARS AGO!"
The figure turned around and stared at her questioningly. She cleared her throat, before shifting her foot impatiently, and stared back up at him.
"Felicitations, over. Now can you tell me where Reno is?"
What was that magic word again?
She grinned in what she thought was her most cutesy manner, showing off her incisors. "Please?"
And perhaps, soon, she could get started on Phase Three.
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[OoC] Psst. Eville was created in the Shin-Ra Building at one point and raised by the Turks [well, somehow, refer to Turks Party Plan] so I think she should know Ehren. x.x
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Evillusionized Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 9:58 am
[[That's fine, except... Ehren has black hair and he's currently with Reno. <<;]]
[[Will post after lunch, or something...]]
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 11:19 am
Throwing the bags of Christmas goodies on her bed, Kim decided to find the other Turks who were around this Christmas. She brought little gifts for each of them, not really knowing what they would like. She brought candy and chocolate, figuring food would be the best way to go. After grabbing some presents and shoving them in her jacket pockets, Kim was off.
She traveled to the Presidents floor and dropped off a bag of Mr. Goodbars (that suck!) on Mr. Shinra's doornob. She breifly wondered if she was risking her job by giving him such cheap chocolate... but she never liked him much. When she was a secretary, he slapped her but as she passed by carrying Reno's late reports. She'd NEVER forgive him.
((Heh, I forgot who's the President right now... so I'll assume that here, the Later Shinra is alive. Might make it more fun.))
Afterwards, she went over to Rufus's office. Knocking breifly, she slowly opened the unlocked door. No one was inside, but she was sure Rufus would be back soon. She carefully left an assorted candy bag on his desk and on his table left candy for Tseng, Elena and Rude. She rarely saw those three but when they met, she always had a plesant time with them.
Kim then grudgingly dropped chocolate into the mailboxes of Scarlet, Heidegger, and Palmer. She even put some in Hojo's mailbox, hoping that it might help her when she would finally go for her checkup. After sticking some chocolate in Reeve's box, Kim made her way to the Turk Lounge.
"Felicitations, over. Now can you tell me where Reno is?"
Kim walked down the hallway, noticing the loud voice of Eville.
"Please?"
Kim mentally twitched. Kim's opinion of Eville was never mentioned, and with good reason. If Kim ever said a word to hint it, Eville would consider Kim a rival. Not wanting such a girl as an enemy, Kim tried to keep her feeling hidden.
A certain red-haired Turk was always on her mind, since the first time she met him upon arriving at the company. The more she thought of him and saw him, the more her feelings grew. Of course, he's very unpredictable and Kim often wondered if perhaps he liked her even a bit? Her called her Shorty, made her do his reports... was that some kind of sign of affection? She couldn't tell. But her feelings wouldn't let her refuse a late report from him.
((Oooh... so I finally admit it >_>)))
As she approached the small figures of Eville, and possibly Ehren, Kim sucked in her breath and prepared a smile.
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Evillusionized Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 4:35 pm
EvilExpressions OoC: Reno... Santa hat ...*molests*. It also seems as if my vocabulary went off on vacation again.
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The folder was out again, and she was staring glumly at it, feeling thoroughly depressed. The baby blue cover stared back, taunting her. If the damn thing hadn't been an inanimate object, she would've sworn that it was smirking, a la ... well, her.
Maybe I should get around to doing this, she mused. Her conscience cheered.
Natsumi paused, and mulled over this matter for a while. Choices, choices.
Ah, what the hell, she thought dismissively. A couple of months' procrastination never hurt anybody.
Had her conscience been capable of movement, it certainly would have slapped its forehead.
Grinning wickedly once more for no apparent reason - quite a contrast to her earlier downhearted mood - Natsumi replaced the folder in her bag and produced her laptop. The battery was running a little low, thus she'd decided not to waste it on paperwork, but the laptop - shiny, slim and sleeker than the phone - was still in good condition. Great.
Given that she had all the required passwords in her possession - courtesy of one Eville Shibuya - she managed to hack into the Shin-Ra security system database in considerably less than sixty seconds. Shin-Ra Security Camera System? Click.
Natsumi selected the option of sorting by floor, and shortly had the entire building virtually laid out before her. A couple more clicks took her to the floor she was on. Natsumi raised an eyebrow once she opened the file labelled TURKS LOUNGE. It was odd, she reflected, to be looking at yourself watching yourself on a screen.
She hit the 'back' button and began clicking at random, observing various corridors through a hi-resolution camera. Once she could've sworn she spotted a flash of sanguine hair, but when she looked closer, it was gone. More clicking while she sipped her tea. She was beginning to get bored again.
Sighing, she glanced back down at the screen. The passageway leading to the Lounge showed a head full of spiky black hair, attached to the body of a (seemingly - she couldn't really tell from the back) male Turk, moving down the hallway. Whoever it was, they were well on their way.
It took one and a half seconds for her brain to put two and two together. Unkempt appearance, spiky hair, contemplative Mako-green eyes that were studying a piece of paper he was holding. In all likelihood it was Ehren.
Natsumi shut the laptop down and stuffed it hastily into her bag. Even to an idiot, she decided, she probably looked to be guilty of something.
Bye-bye for now.]
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 7:19 pm
Evillusionized EvilExpressions OoC: Reno... Santa hat ...*molests*. It also seems as if my vocabulary went off on vacation again.
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The folder was out again, and she was staring glumly at it, feeling thoroughly depressed. The baby blue cover stared back, taunting her. If the damn thing hadn't been an inanimate object, she would've sworn that it was smirking, a la ... well, her.
Maybe I should get around to doing this, she mused. Her conscience cheered.
Natsumi paused, and mulled over this matter for a while. Choices, choices.
Ah, what the hell, she thought dismissively. A couple of months' procrastination never hurt anybody.
Had her conscience been capable of movement, it certainly would have slapped its forehead.
Grinning wickedly once more for no apparent reason - quite a contrast to her earlier downhearted mood - Natsumi replaced the folder in her bag and produced her laptop. The battery was running a little low, thus she'd decided not to waste it on paperwork, but the laptop - shiny, slim and sleeker than the phone - was still in good condition. Great.
Given that she had all the required passwords in her possession - courtesy of one Eville Shibuya - she managed to hack into the Shin-Ra security system database in considerably less than sixty seconds. Shin-Ra Security Camera System? Click.
Natsumi selected the option of sorting by floor, and shortly had the entire building virtually laid out before her. A couple more clicks took her to the floor she was on. Natsumi raised an eyebrow once she opened the file labelled TURKS LOUNGE. It was odd, she reflected, to be looking at yourself watching yourself on a screen.
She hit the 'back' button and began clicking at random, observing various corridors through a hi-resolution camera. Once she could've sworn she spotted a flash of sanguine hair, but when she looked closer, it was gone. More clicking while she sipped her tea. She was beginning to get bored again.
Sighing, she glanced back down at the screen. The passageway leading to the Lounge showed a head full of spiky black hair, attached to the body of a (seemingly - she couldn't really tell from the back) male Turk, moving down the hallway. Whoever it was, they were well on their way.
It took one and a half seconds for her brain to put two and two together. Unkempt appearance, spiky hair, contemplative Mako-green eyes that were studying a piece of paper he was holding. In all likelihood it was Ehren.
Natsumi shut the laptop down and stuffed it hastily into her bag. Even to an idiot, she decided, she probably looked to be guilty of something.
Bye-bye for now.]Souyu no Phoenix "Right," Air replied. "See if anybody's there... then I'll probably go to Tseng's office. You can hunt down some others in the meantime."
Will come back on Gaia again later.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 10:19 am
[[<<; Right... I better post before anything else gets wildly misconstrued. NOTE: Altered a couple of things to get things back onto a uniform track.]]
[[Though I can think of a few things I'd like to see construed...]]
[/dirtythoughtsaboutReno]
A spikey head of very red hair, followed by a slightly less so head of black, entered the Turks' Exclusive Lounge, following after the creak of the heavy oaken door--one of the three wooden doors in the hyper-modernist Shin-Ra Headquarters.
It was, by and large, deserted. Only that one Turk... Natsumi was her name, sat on the couch, doing something with her laptop, and she looked up at the creaking announcement of the two's entry. Reno lifted an acknowledging digit, and plopped down in his own favorite armchair near the heavily shaded windows, grabbing his compacted electro-baton from inside his jacket and proceeding to fiddle with it like mad.
Air rolled his eyes. It was going to be another one of those days.
"Yo," he directed casually at the sitting Natsumi, whose attention had been diverted to the fact that Reno was rather casually playing with a dangerous weapon, and she looked back up at him with a bored expression on her face. Some things never changed. Air lifted yet another eyebrow.
"Er, I've got a rather lot of these tickets for this competition that I've... er... somehow managed to win," he continued, weaving his way carefully, if awkwardly, through his words. "It's on a three week tour of Costa del Sol... er, actually..." He glanced at the paper. "To Areshima Resort, which is on an island off the coast." He paused, and could see that she was looking mildly surprised and amused at the same time. He made a sidelong glance at Reno, who was concentrating on his electro-baton as if it was the key to enlightenment.
"Anyway, I was thinking of just dragging the entire body of the Turks out there," he said abruptly. "Interested?"
At that moment, the door slammed open, and a bouncy blue-looking thing hurtled into him--or rather, tried. He neatly stepped out of its way, and it skidded around, quite obviously trying to run into him again, and he again sidestepped it. A few more rounds of this, and it gave up, looking rather disappointed.
It was the fox.
She opened her mouth in an ecstatic squeal--probably because she knew that Ehren and Reno could often be found together while nothing was going on around HQ. "OH MY GOD IS THAT YOU EHREN?!" came pouring out of her mouth with a near mechanical inefficiency. "I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU SINCE, LIKE, THIRTY THOUSAND YEARS AGO!"
Air raised another eyebrow. He knew of the fox, sure enough--constantly pouring through all the data that the Shin-Ra mainframe had to offer meant that he knew just about each and every one of the company's dirty secrets--even the ones that not even Hojo's account had access to--but his personal experience with her was limited, thankfully enough. He'd seen her a few times after the scientists had tried to dump her off on the Turks, but had rather prudently decided to, at the last moment, join one of Rufus's regular business excursions to Junon. When he'd gotten back, the fox was already bunking with one Ayura Xanadu, and he hadn't seen her since the Company Party back in August.
The fox's annoyingly lipsticked mouth pursed into a tight pout at being so casually shrugged off until a light seemed to turn on in her head as she seemed to remember something, and said mouth opened wide once more. "Felicitations over. Now can you tell me where Reno is?" She paused for a moment, and then, as an afterthought, tacked a "please" onto the end.
Eyebrow raised yet again. Air jerked a thumb toward the figure in the armchair which was now cowering behind a rather large, opened newspaper that failed to hide the top spikes of said figure's very red hair.
The fox squealed in joy and tackled the armchair.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 10:47 am
Before Kim could blink, the fox girl burst into the lounge room. "That can't be good..." Kim muttered. It had to mean... she found her prey.
Not wasting another moment, Kim opened the door to the lounge and stepped inside. Was she saw didn't surprise her. Ehren and Natsumi looked uncomfortable in the Eville's presence, trying to ignore the apparent molestation happening on the armchair.
With a quick smile to both Ehren and Natsumi, she thought of what she could possibilly do to sway the fox and save Reno. She caught Ehren's eye, silently pleading for a little help.
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 11:09 am
At that moment, another creak announced Kim's entry into the Turks' Lounge, and, naturally, the first thing to catch her attention was the sexual harassment by the fox to the armchair with the poky red hair.
Well, Ehren thought, this probably looks bad. He'd been semi-enjoying Reno's suffering as a sort of revenge for ignoring the situation as he tried to explain the winning tickets to Natsumi, though perhaps this was overdoing it--just a bit.
Noticing Kim's pleading glance, he rolled his eyes, and picked up Reno's electro-baton, which had, in the attack, rolled away from the armchair, and, turning it down to the lowest setting, calmly walked over to the chair-molesting fox and shocked it into temporary unconcsciousness. Kim's eyes widened at his casual manner of dealing with the young creature as he tossed the electro-baton back to Reno, and he shrugged.
Reno got back up, dusting himself off and with a half-sarcastic long-suffering look on his face. "You know, Air," he muttered into Ehren's ear as he brushed past him, "you truly are an sadistic person."
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 11:25 am
Kim breathed a sigh of relief. Different senarios had buzzed through her head to get rid of her, but Eville didn't know Kim too well. It seemed hopeless. She couldn't help but ask Air for help.
She gasped as Air shocked the fox girl into unconciousness. Not at the action.... but more of the fact that she hadn't thought of it herself.
Having that problem out of the way, Kim walked over to a nearby couch and emptied out two pouches of sweets. She tossed one at Natsumi and landed right next to her laptop. "Air!" She called, getting his attention, "Here!" She tossed a pouch to him too.
"Merry Christmas guys!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 13, 2005 12:16 pm
Ehren grinned as he caught the pouch. "Hey, you remembered my codename," he replied. "Not too shabby, Kim. But..." He paused, looking down at the pouch. "Isn't it a little early for presents? It's only the twelfth."
He shrugged and pocketed the pouch. "Thanks anyway, though," he said, winking. "Oh, right..." He slipped a deft hand into his coat pocket and procured the sheet of paper. "You at all interested in heading to a beach resort for Christmas?"
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