You can have my isolation; you can have the hate that it brings

Looks like the City has decided to send in more agents from the past into the City again.

Is this yet another round of influx? If so, welcome.

As it is, I'm looking for a competent personal assistant to manage my affairs. Interested parties, kindly leave a message.

It looks like I'm back here again, of all things. How completely inconvenient.

Reno, Elena, Rude. Report in, if you're still within this place.

......Has this place suddenly become a warped musical, or is this yet another of those curse events?

Because ShinRa will rise to govern the Planet again, and I am the one capable enough to lead it. Because I will not let ShinRa disappear from the world, not when there still is potential, and there is a need for alternate sources of power. The setbacks experienced are mere pittance; the world will fall without someone guiding it.

Hasn't it already fallen into complete disarray, AVALANCHE? You merely planned to take down ShinRa itself, didn't you, without any thoughts for the future direction of the Planet, or the world economy that ShinRa regulated? How shortsighted, how foolish.

[Private to Tseng//Unhackable]

Are you still feeling cold? The thermostat is already at its highest.

[/Private]

[[Private//Hackable]]

It's been approximately one and a half months. One and a half months, and nothing very much to show for it. Plans to rebuild ShinRa will only ever be plans, lifeless writing on sheets of paper without the means to make it come true. There's absolutely nothing one can do while removed so far from Gaia, and the proposals that are currently in development has no way of reaching me.

Useless.

An exit can only be found when you're not looking for it; how patentedly, paradoxically ridiculous.

[[/Private]]

It's not like Reno to be completely uncontactable for a few days. Tseng, Elena, have you located him within the City yet?

Elena, I expect a full report on the events that transpired within Gaia after the Omega issue.


........It looks like I would require a larger desk.

[[Private//Unhackable]]

That untrustworthy, am I? Or do I does that loyalty mean less than the feelings for the Cetra?

....Tche.

[[/Private]]

Reno. You're coming out with me.

This looks like the sort of thing AVALANCHE would be interested in.

Guy Fawkes, hm? Thank you for inviting us along, Jr.

[[OOC: Strikes very hackable]]

Well now, isn't this interesting.

Tseng, I'm sure you know what to do.

[[The soft sound of chains clinking, and a very annoyed Rufus moving around, shackled to the wall. The Inquisition will be coming anytime soon, and he's far from impressed.]]

......Tch.

[[OOC: Journal for others, commentlog for Inquisition and Tseng~! Enrico mun, feel free to come into the thread~]]

This is becoming absurdly ridiculous. Go ahead with your senseless, idiotic hunts, but leave me out of this. I have no interest in your petty, insipid, paranoid power struggles, and I am most definitely not interested in becoming some kind of witch.

I demand to know who the foolish individuals who assume that they have a right to capture me are. Right now. Read the charges, and I will prove each and every one of them false. As an added bonus, I will prove that you are all but fools who are puppets to a false deity's whim and fancy.

[[OOC: Betrayed to the Inquisition by his own Turks! Journal for others, commentlog for all involved, which means Turks and Inquisition people. Here, have a very elegant and collected Rufus version of a bitchfit.]]

The sheer stupidity of this City is duly noted. You're all engaging in mass hysteria under the influence of deities, with none ever the wiser.
Turks, report in. 

[Private//Unhackable]

I detest this weakness. It should be wearing off soon, and yet...

[/Private]

[Private to Turks]

I will not entertain anyone besides a physician while I'm still unwell. I do not wish for anyone else to see me like this.

[/Private]

Elena, have a copy of my resume drafted and sent personally to Mr Christopher Styles' office.

There seems to be all kinds of businesses in this City worth investing in. Are there companies within the City as well?

Greed, I have a proposal.

[Private//Unhackable]

Pathetic. I've clearly had worse than this, and yet it doggedly persists in making life completely miserable.

[/Private]

[Filtered to Turks]

Elena, Reno. I require a doctor immediately. Set up quarantine parameters and restrict access to my suite for the others in the Durandal. I will not risk infecting them.


...I require more blankets as well.

[/Filtered]

[A direct result of being exposed to and pricked by contaminated needles. Rufus is now taken ill. Commentlog for people on the Durandal, and journal for everyone else~]]

[Commentlog for Jr and people in the Durandal, journal for others]

Thank you, Greed, for the assistance. I will be sure to make a trip to the hot springs one of these days.

Jr, I appreciate the tour and the explanations provided concerning the Durandal. It's curious, how someone as young as you are can command such a vessel.

In addition, you have my thanks for your generous offer in letting out one of the suites. My subordinates hadn't given you any trouble, I hope?



[[OOC: Jr found a Rufus outside the mansion and took him to the Durandal, and had offered him a place to stay and shown him around the ship as well as teaching him the basics. He's already had an antidote, but the effects of the deadly nerve gas had taken quite a toll on him, though he'll probably rather die than show anyone that particular weakness. ]]

[Voice Post]

Wade through contaminated needles to find a key to the antidote.....?

...And here I thought that I had enough experience with needles to last a lifetime.

*there's a sound of the device dropping, and the jostling of needles, before a curse*

......Damn it--

[/End]

[[OOC: I had to do it! Have a poisoned Rufus in the needle pit and already suffering from the deadly effects of the nerve agent. Only two hours to live, and four minutes to find the key to unlock the door before he's trapped forever, baby.]]

[Private]

A nexus that draws all the worlds in? It sounds implausible, but Tseng's words are highly regarded, as is his professionalism. He has not changed at all. On second thought, none of my Turks did.

So that young girl had not been lying, after all. I almost wish that this was just one of ShinRa's forgotten projects for lunatics.

[/Private]



The change in the surroundings are sudden, and highly unpleasant. There is sand everywhere. What is this about? 

......This had better not be yet another prelude to a third attempt at destroying the Planet. The first two were troublesome enough.

Now, will someone kindly inform me as to what this place is used for? I have no desire to play twenty questions at this point in time.

Dark Nation, be still.