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She had sent the request for help to the Machine Faction a little while ago. Had she expected someone to come sooner? Maybe. She had gotten excited over the prospect of finally having something to help with tending to her garden. While she loved tending to it, she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep it up for long. Her age would see that and if business continued at it’s current pace, she wouldn’t have time. The first thing she wanted fitting was a sprinkler system. Hence why she had contacted the Machine Faction. She had no knowledge of machina and if there was ever a group that could possibly do the job, it would be them.

It was the sound of the door opening and shutting that caused her to poke her head round the door frame. The entrance to the backroom didn’t have a door yet, so it was very easy for her to hear when someone came through the door. The noise had a tendency to drift. The clothes the man wore looked very...Al-Bhed like.

“Are you from the Machine Faction?”

She almost posed it as a statement, but didn’t want to be presumptuous. The fashion the kids worse these days could’ve been anything. If they’d started to incorporating Al-Bhed like elements into every day wear, Anna would’ve been none the wiser. Her body followed her head as she took a few steps into the actual shop. With so many flowers in one place, there was a definite scent of flowers in the air. It was a hayfever suffers worst nightmare.

Noises late at night had woken her. The bar is long closed and Tifa had made sure every patron, even the drunk ones, had left already. Was this a burglar trying to break into her bar? She sat on her bed, still as a statue, and listened. Her heart was beating in her chest so loudly, it almost tuned the faint noises out, but there was it was again, unmistakably.

Pull yourself together, Tifa. Her fists packed a punch, and it wasn’t the first time she had to throw someone out with violence. She avoided it as best as she can but if she has to protect herself, she’s going to do it. And so she got dressed quickly (can’t fight a criminal in pajamas) and snuck downwards to where the noises were coming from. 

freiheitxdrang said: sure didn't take long for the president to go out with a blast. at least rufus liked to see it as such as his eyes spotted the blade stabbed right through the body. nonetheless he made a proper burial for him, but the blond didn't have to shed a tear for someone who never truly cared for him. when the rest of shinra official left, along with the security and turks, rufus walked over to reeve, head tilted in question. " please don't tell me you respected him. he dropped a plate on innocent people, just because he was a coward... how much hours of work did that cost you? " rufus truly hated the man, one hand reaching over to grab reeve's collar to pull him just a bit closer. " I will listen to you. " rufus idly fixed the man's tie before looking him straight into the eyes. " after all, you're my personal favourite. " to get his point across, a hand reached up to cup reeve's cheek gently.

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       All this man could do was stand there and watched. Hands behind his back, he wasn’t a man to enjoy this, he wasn’t a man to get into anything like this. Reeve was a man who didn’t care for killing someone. But when the president did it. He made it look easy, but even so, the man couldn’t help but look sad, upset really over this. Until the other noticed him. Getting closer to him, Reeve’s brown eyes stared at the other.  “No.  It’s not that. I am ---” he stooped himself for a moment and let out a long sigh for a moment. he knew ignoring the question can be bad.  so speaking up again he couldn’t help but look away. “ I lost count at how many hours it was,”

      he said lightly and felt his collar being pulled and looked at him straight again. He simply took what was going on. Listening, and understanding for sure, the man couldn’t help sigh. “ I understand. I am just... different from you. But, you can take care of things your way for sure.”  he said feeling that hand on his cheek and looked to the side. feeling the personal favorite come from his mouth, almost made him shiver.  “I respect your decision, Sir.” 

Ah shit, this didn’t look good. With everything raining down on them in a deadly rain of fire and concrete, Reno had lost sight of Rude and also hurt his foot by being careless. Now he was stuck, unable to move that pipe from his very broken leg. “Fuck this..” 

What a pathetic way to die. He would have liked to get riddled by bullets or something, or maybe die during a mutual kill, but not getting squashed by something that might not even kill him instantly, but rather just hurt like hell until he slowly dies from the pain. Not that he’d deserve anything else. Hopefully Rude made it out.

Eventually the fire and smoke around him got too much and he coughed violently, pulling the goggles over his eyes to shield them. He barely saw anything through them, as they were darkened by coal and soot, but he did see a shape coming his way.

“Rude..?” He felt the pipe get lifted off his leg and he moved the goggles up, then gave a surprised whistle. “Boss. Are you here to finish me off?” Somehow, Reno had the feeling that with everything going to hell like that, his punishment would be to go right to hell with it. Maybe he does get that bullet he wanted after all. “Please make it quick, my leg feels like it might fall off any moment.”

Whispers or whatever else these freaking things were, there must be a better explanation for why Cloud kept seeing him everywhere he went. This must all be in his head, harmless hallucinations that he was letting get the better of him. This had to be from all that mako in his system. Yes, definitely. He just wanted a good night’s rest for a change, without nightmares of burning towns and long silver hair.

There’s only one person that can help him. Even if it it was the most unlikely one for Cloud to go to. He just had a feeling that Rufus was very good at keeping things under the radar and also setting aside their differences for mutual benefits.

On his way to Rufus’ office, he must have tipped off the entire building, but they got nothing on Cloud’s ability to send them all back where they came from. He was hurrying anyways, not dragging out stupid fights he didn’t ask for. Some woman, must be a secretary, screamed “No, you can’t go in there! The boss is in a meeting”, and so he got the confirmation that this was the right place.

“I’m the boss’ meeting.” He opened the door and stepped inside, watching Rufus on his chair by the desk.