𝒜 𝐻𝐸𝒜𝒱𝒴 𝐵𝒰𝑅𝒟𝐸𝒩

“I... am a Shinra employee within Urban Development. I am attempting to collect data based on how well business are doing within Sector Seven in an attempt to get a plan launched to help with businesses that are suffering. As it is now, I am not able to put the plan into action unless I have interviewed multiple businesses within the district-- even then it likely will take months before anyone is able to hear my proposal.” Ignis looks back at the woman; knowing this would likely fail like the other businesses he visited.

“Well sir--,” Ignis couldn’t hold back a hint of annoyance in return. “I assumed you were going to be traveling out of Midgar to attempt crowd control over the events that had just transpired.” He spoke calmly an calculated-- it would be a good first step for the new President to appear after all. “It is only obvious that the best route as the newly instated President that you would try to calm the minds of everyone around by visiting places outside of Midgar.”

Ignis’ hand moved up to shift his glasses, “That would mean you would need to get flight plans set up -- Mr. Patterson is head of the transportation section in Shinra-- the one who is in control of our planes, sir.” Ignis realized he likely was going to get fired after speaking in such a manner-- he had already gone this far.

CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help. 

Ignis pushed his glasses up on his nose, crossing his arms over his chest in consideration. His finger tapped lightly against his arm before letting out a long winded sigh. 

“If it would make you feel better, I will take the bandages.” He states after a moment of silence. Having worked at Shinra for a year, Ignis still didn’t know how to feel about the Turks. For the regular employees of Shinra, they were a mystery-- Ignis did manage to dig up some information through the computer at least.

“Do Turks usually care about others outside of their usually business?”

“Mmm, kay.” Wedge replies a bit lamely, finding it hard to focus on said finger, let alone be able to track it properly. He puts all of his effort into it, however, and gives it an honest shot.

His head is swimming so much it almost hurts. What a mess.

“How’d I do?” 

Ignis eyes the man closely as he notices the out of focus expression. His lips curve into a deeper frown as he watches.

“You likely have a concussion if your pupils are anything to go by.” Ignis paused, “I need you to look up and then back to me.” It was not looking good for the gentleman.