“There’s a thorn in my side. Embedded deep and is a constant reminder of things I need to rid of in my life. I thought I could ignore it but like all wounds left unattended it shreds deeper.” A sigh and a closing of his eyes before he presses on. “She worked at being a mail carrier here for awhile, she has loose ties with others but nothing grounded. I don’t believe anyone will miss her if she suddenly vanished.” He lifts his eyes to examine him again, satisfied with his stalwart expression paired with his serious tone. “Her name is Persephone Shay.”

@fickletart​ // "You mumble in your sleep."

This outpost -- he couldn’t remember the name of it, but they offered cots to those who were tired. It would be several hours before any chance of moving out so Zell took his opportunites where he could to recharge. Trouble is, with an outpost at max capacity, Zell was stuck snoozing out in the communal area nearest to the trucks. With what sleep he managed, it’s no surprise that he would start chattering away at every passing voice in that place. 

He was hoping for at least a full three hour nap but a familiar voice entirely too close to his ears prompted blue eyes to snap open to greet Persephone.

It wasn’t so much that he didn’t believe her, it all had to do with the ‘taking orders without added words in rebuttal’. She had quite the mouth on her and wasn’t afraid to voice her opinion directly at him. Though his ‘no’ was usually final, she kept a good pace at trying to convince him otherwise. 

Had it been that long since they last broached this subject? “I’m listening. Just like most entrepreneurs that grace my office, your plan better be strong enough to hold up my judgment.” His hands folded on top of his desk while a perk of a brow registered on his expression. 

In the meantime she had caught wind of someone skilled with weaponry and mech. In desperate need for upgrades she headed towards the location that ‘Shay Tech’ was known to run out of for now. A small business at the moment but it was better than nothing and if the rumors were true another great mind was something that she could use as well. 

She only sought out the best and perhaps she could convince the best to help her rebuild ShinRa into something better than it ever had been. Like a Phoenix from the ashes. She’d only know how promising this woman was if she sought her out for herself. She pauses at the door of the small building, still unsure, but she presses the doorbell to alert of her presence and waits. 

Would she even open the door for someone as strange as her? Human in nature but that white hair piercing eyes could speak otherwise. Along with those sharp, defined features that couldn’t seem to be placed into any known ethnicity. She just felt off as well to any who stood near. She may mostly look normal and hold that beauty about her but something just wasn’t quite right.

The hybrid folds her arms across her chest and glances off to the side. She was never one to give up easily and she’d handle the situation however it presented itself to her. She wasn’t going to let a possible great connection slip away. If there was one thing about her was that if she wanted something, she always got it.

“You’d love to have things manufactured…” The greed in her words was already dripping. They had a history of bickering back and forth—most of the time he escorted her out of his office by means of force. Everything he spoke to her about was met with a handful of skeptical thoughts.

Yikes.

“The Weapons Department was already keen on their hand in making robotics that was admirable in size. Mech Suits.. I suppose if another bout of WEAPONS ever awakens…”