Turks of the Not-So-Round Table

[reno_ac]

Who: Officially: All ShinRa employees --- Unofficially: Anyone else, especially Remnants, Zack and Cloud
When: Saturday morning
Where: Cafeteria
Summary: Breakfast ShinRa style
Rating: PG at most, just to be safe
Warnings: none.

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[silver_shadowxx]

For whatever reason Cloud was staring at the doorway came in clear enough as a long haired remnant came into view, his eyes just the same toxic colours as Cloud's as he easily stepped into the room. How the blond convinced him not to lash out, was a miracle itself, though the remnant had already been thinking of ways to shoot the blond for even making him agree to this. His boots made the same thudding noise on the ground as Clouds, only slightly a bit more quiet than the blond's. The silver haired remnant looked over at the table of Turks and President Shinra.

He was in no mood to talk to them, but he was clearly itching to snipe a shot at the President. Though, he was not going to do it now. He would remain listening to the blond's orders, on the fact that they were outnumbered at the moment and the blond was issuing a fight to him if he tried anything in here. That and Yazoo was convinced that toying with the Turks might be a bit amusing on his end.

Yazoo wasn't exactly strong enough to take on Cloud with his weapon at the moment. Granted, the was almost nicked with it during the events in the past that he probably knew the blond didn't know, or remembered about. He turned his heel briefly to face Cloud as he approach the blond, silent and staring at the group, with dead pan eyes, perhaps, waiting, or perhaps trying to plan something, but he had done nothing yet. Not now, at least.