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He returned his attention to his phone, typing in some sort of message to the recipient on the other line. He had originally planned to leave for Junon in the morning, but given the current circumstances he felt he couldn’t wait any longer. He didn’t WANT to wait any longer. This was going to be an adventure. One that he would enjoy.

After his phone closed he looked up at Genesis, “Yes, well, I’ve perfected the art of getting what I want.”

He hoped that his subordinates were right about Junon, also. He had no intention of being at the wrong end of the Genesis’ wrath, and if Sephiroth isn’t in Junon then that’s exactly where he’d find himself. Unlike Genesis, he was an average man; raised without enhancements. Though stronger than most, with the ability to wield a shotgun one handed, he was no match one on one with a former first class SOLDIER, ESPECIALLY Genesis. But it was a risk he needed to take, for he was equally as unmatched against Sephiroth.

Genesis crossed his arms and watched impatiently as Rufus took out his phone to communicate changed plans to whoever was on the receiving end. Not only would he have to tag along with the president of the group who destroyed his home, but he would have to be in such close proximity as a helicopter. 

He had to stop and think. The next words would have to be chosen delicately in order to keep the interest on Sephiroth rather than himself and the company. One former SOLDIER causing trouble was all he needed. With the roll of his eyes he continued, finally having found the correct words to say, “I’m sure he is strolling about arrogantly as he always does. No doubt, though, that he is making a mess of things along the way—disturbing the peace, killing innocent townspeople.”

But on the other hand he could try to get to Junon on his own which wasn't the best idea. He had vague memory of how to get there and to travel on his own would be dangerous once he got to Sephiroth. He'd be worn down from the trip to Junon and Genesis couldn't see Sephiroth giving him time to recover from the journey.

He handed Genesis a pen.

"Give me a break."

His patience was wearing thin—the mere mention of his father was enough to shut him down, but being compared to him? An abomination. 

He had to let it roll off his shoulders, however, as he had bigger problems to deal with then a cantankerous former employee. Time was wasting away, and surely his subordinates had news for him regarding his mission. A thought suddenly crossed his mind. While he wasn’t one for divulging information easily, he couldn’t help but wonder if trickling out a small bit of information might work in his favor. He glanced down, seemingly uninterested in the man before him. “Besides, I’m too busy to be wasting time and firepower on such pointlessness.”

His eyes returned to Genesis, fixing on his face intently as to catch his complete attentions. “With your little friend Sephiroth running amok, that is.”

"Sephiroth, you say?" The corners of his mouth twisted into a smirk as he thought about what a wonderful reunion it would be. To think that he would be able to finally determine which of them was the true Hero and which may be the Traveling of their story was exciting. Such a thing- aside from the fall of Shin-Ra- was the only thing Genesis took joy in and wished for.

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"Sephiroth?" He stared up at the larger man. "The same pleasure as always." This had been said with a certain amount of sarcasm. "What brings you?"

Not that Genesis cared. Zack didn’t remember him to be a very sentimental man, hardly one that would sympathize with him on any sort of level. He strummed his fingers on his forearm lightly, as if in a great deal of thought, then closed what distance remained between them. Just a step more than what was arms length away.

"You left the lifestream, Genesis."

 It was true though... He had left the Lifestream and it had not wanted him so much that it simply let him leave. But why Genesis had left was a different question in it's entirety. While he did have a clue as to why he desperately clung to the last threads he was given there was no real answer staring back at him. It was frustrating that the Goddess remained silent during all of it...

"A strange obsession if you ask me." But what did he know? This was coming from the man who spent his days trying to decipher an old text. He even went as far as to make any possible connection to his own life and those around him. Genesis wasn't one to point out his flaws- he allowed others to do that for him depending on the person. 

"I know who you love."

"I’ll beat you within an inch of your life!"

"I know what you’re scared of."

"I’ll tickle you until you’re blue in the face!"

"I’ll turn you into shoes!"

"Wouldn’t it be a shame if they found out your secret?"

"I’ll tie you up, get you hot, and leave you there, begging for more."

"You’re more helpless than you think. I know that."

  "Oh I don’t know—" he started with an amused sneer, "I think North Corel deserves to be put out of its misery." He was joking, though he knew Genesis most likely would not find his dark humor to be funny.

His father had definitely gone about things in a messy manor, or so Rufus thought. His  ways of “neutralizing” really only put the company into an unnecessary negative spotlight. Rufus preferred to do things under the radar and totally unsuspecting. The element of surprise, and never knowing when Shin-Ra would pounce, is what would feed the fear in the hearts of the people.

He returned to seriousness before continuing, “I find it a real shame that you compare my style to my father’s.”

His eyes narrowed to give an icy glare to the blonde president as he seemed to be joking about bombing yet another place. Genesis knew how to take a joke but something like that wasn't something he'd take so lightly. Everything known to him had been ripped away within seconds and he had no option but to watch- powerless.

Genesis didn't even bother to grant such a tasteless joke any sort of verbal answer as he forced himself to relax his muscles. However, those blue eyes remained tense as they remained un-moving... Fixed on Rufus Shinra.

"A shame, is it?" Genesis repeated. "Perhaps it wouldn't happen if he hadn't be so quick with a detonation call. I don't care how it's done or in what style you do it. I find that in any given situation- Banora could not have been saved from your company."

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  His arrogance faltered. The seemingly lack of confidence in his presidential abilities had him offended. He had inherited his father’s company at the worst possible time, yet at the same time it could be considered an opportune time for him to rise in the eyes of the public as one of the greatest. It wasn’t a lie that the company was a mess; the employees were in a panic over the Sephiroth incident and the building had once again sustained damages from rebellious attackers. What was worse, as far as Rufus was concerned, were the people his father had appointed as directors. Three out of the four, he felt, were incompetent fools, and he sensed a wavering loyalty in the last. He had no time to hire his own people, as he was thrust into presidency at an urgent time.  On the other hand, the urgency that started his presidency also presented itself with a glorious opportunity—the Promised Land. He would have the satisfaction of obtaining it, not his father.

Yet the man before him seemed to think that the company would crumble. If only he had any idea of the plans the new president had, and the greatness he was determined to achieve.  His father would be compared passive in comparison to his son’s rule, a lamb compared to a lion.

"But of course! How I'd hate to disrupt your reign of terror as you decide on which town for your company to detonate... Those Turks of yours truly love what they do, don't they?" Genesis couldn't help but detect the slight tone of irritation in Rufus' voice and sensing that gave the man true bliss.

"Fate’s funny like that," was his reply, a light smile pulling at the corners of his lips. Zack crossed his arms, chancing the possible danger that came with getting closer to the fiery ex-General. It wasn’t as if the other could hurt him now anyway.

"Is that so? And how might I do that? I simply wish to see what's left of the beautiful town that Shin-Ra destroyed on me. The has hardly changed since I was little. Except for the lack of grass, the ruined buildings, and the charred trees, or course." Bitter? He wasn't bitter- not one bit. Zack had at least seen what Banora was before the bombing. His comments were not lost on the younger ex-SOLDIER.