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@fairlybeloved asked: 025.   an abandoned scrapyard

Setting Prompts - Still Accepting!

Well, this definitely wasn't where she was supposed to be.

Sonia Nevermind, in her pressed skirt suit and heels, raised her head and sniffed the air around her in apprehension. She'd convinced her security detail that she was confident enough in her own sense of direction to walk home from her meeting on foot and that they could follow behind, as always, in the black sedans with tinted, bulletproof windows.

In reality, the Princess of Novoselic needed a break. To celebrate, initially: she'd gotten a notoriously difficult Japanese politician to bring a proposal to the Prime Minister. Someone who, usually, reserved his attention for her father and her father alone. But he had put her in charge, now that her school years were behind her and she worked full-time for the Royal Family, of her own initiatives as long as she could deliver the results. It seemed, then, that she had a real chance and she wanted to celebrate it like a real person. Or at least, someone more believable than her own sense of 'normal.' A walk on a busy street, maybe stopping for a meal or a treat, and not chauffeured by private car home.

However, she'd overestimated her sense of direction, and had ended up decidedly not in her neighborhood of Aoyama, where the Novoselic Royal Family's Tokyo condo was located. She was somewhere else, somewhere considerably more dodgy and filled with discarded metal. The scent she'd picked up reminded her of her old classmate, Kazuichi Souda, and the constant automobile parts and oil he'd been surrounded in. She wondered if there was a garage nearby, or at least somewhere with someone more knowledgeable about the area than she was. Her fine clothes already made her look out of place, her foreigner status and appearance a second reason to indicate she didn't belong there.

She needed help, and fast: she'd promised her security that she wouldn't cause trouble for them. Or too much of it anyway: she thought once she'd ducked down a side street, hidden behind a door, and then waited for the car to pass before continuing that she'd been clever but not too dangerous. Overly confident in her sense of direction and all. And now she was paying the price. Looking around, she breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted a tall man, with dark hair and hopefully a better idea of where exactly in Tokyo she was. Squaring her shoulders, she strode up to him: in the most likely case, he would be kind enough to converse with her in her fairly above-average Japanese and give her directions. In the worst case, she'd run into a serial killer and honestly, her day would be much improved by meeting a serial killer in the flesh, and not behind prison bars. She'd have so many questions to ask!

The dull clink and scrape of a heavy chain came louder than bare footsteps on the warehouse's concrete floor. A shaft of moonlight from one window caught in short silver hair and cast across teal eyes, the weary shadows beneath them standing out starker on pale skin. Even so, they watched the other's every movement.

The dealings of Rufus's life were a constant parade of people. They would filter out on their own, having no lasting effect. As a young man, he was used as a gimmick for his father, having many men forge their alliance of loyalty in front of him. Though he'd never understand the merit embedded in the very fiber of 1st Class SOLDIERs, he does admire their aptitude for getting the job done.

Rufus served no mako in his body, no splicing gene given to him by a mad scientist. He would not degrade as these men would in their lifetime. But he was better than the average man when it came to the battlefield. It was just a matter of who he would decide to spend his time and energy on.

For @fairlybeloved, there was never any hesitation.

"When he exhausts himself.. bag him up and bring him here." It was a simple order that mattered if he would survive this. "ShinRa doesn't need another dead SOLDIER on the roster, no matter what my father thinks."

Expendable. Everyone was. The Turk gives a nod and slips the PHS from his pocket; the orders were sent.

. 『 @fairlybeloved 』

「巫女」:: Mahogany irises just kind of stared at the man in front of her. He was--handsome in a way...Though speaking a bit oddly. If he didn't want anyone to be here--he shouldn't have come to a temple shrine in the middle of a city. Canting her head, she set the broom she had been sweeping the temple flagstones with before she'd come across this guy, aside.::

. "I would--if my family didn't - live here. You are in a temple shrine, you know. So, if you didn't want anyone to find you--wrong place. Clearly, you don't want me to know what it is you're doing, so I won't ask that, yet. But I will ask: Who are you? And do you need any help?"

. ::She wasn't positive, but she felt like this guy wouldn't hurt her. Despite the threats he gave off. Something about him though, made him seem like a rather stand-up kind of guy. So, she brazenly offered to help him. Never mind the fact that that was who she was anyway, and a miko as well, so she was bound to do it.::

. "If it helps to calm your fears, I'll introduce myself. I'm Kagome, a miko, and as I said before, my family lives and runs this temple shrine."

❝ Nice sword you got there - it's a pretty good lookin' one. Don't think I've seen one like round here. ❞

Tseng had gone on a few jobs with Zack- had watched him become more and more like the First Class SOLDIER people looked up to. It was almost bittersweet- seeing that carefree attitude replaced, with a more serious and world worn look. Although, he supposed his own serious attitude was very much the same.

He didn't know the dark-haired man, but felt he might have seen him back at the labs at one point or another. There were a lot of people that fell under that umbrella, people who came and went from the labs that Joshua had been allowed to see, but never allowed to get close to. He wasn't a person there, just a piece of the background and scenery that wasn't even meant to be seen.

That didn't stop him from deciding to whole-heartedly trust him when they were running through the woods, trying to escape the gunfire that was whizzing overhead.

It was ShinRa that was shooting at them, something that only made the confusion that Joshua felt even worse. Wasn't ShinRa good? There had to be some sort of confusion-!

The shouting and gunfire was heading away as they slid down an embankment. Joshua let out a shaky breath of air before turning to glance over at the man who had saved him.