What the Lifestream gives it takes in equal measure. At least, that's what I was told.
We have much to talk over before you will be permitted to leave, Commissioner. Drinks and business will be a fine combination, if you would grant me the pleasure later tonight.
[ooc: why yes, yes he will be a pissy bitch. But only because he cares, we swear <3.]
It is an equilibrium. A severe equilibrium, but then... so much relies upon balance.
Permissions. From whom? It's still not been established exactly why I come to be here or what purpose Rufus has for Hojo saving my life. In that respect there have been no indications that my staying, or leaving, is indeed more preferential.
Of course. It really is generous of you to spare me a little of your time.
Shinra intends to benefit from this unexpected visit, as well as - forgive me - your sorry state of health. I have instructions to keep the Commissioner here, and your compliance in this would be much appreciated, sir.
Explanations and apologies are be best offered face to face. Is 2130h tonight an acceptable time for you?
[ooc: If it's okay with you after your next post we be switching to ACTION!post, yes? :D]
I am very grateful to Rufus and to Hojo, for their... attentions. My compliance in this however has its limits; there are many things that need attending to.
That's fine with me. I don't exactly have a full diary at the moment.
I'll be coming to you, I presume? Unless, of course, you find the idea of Hojo being a chaperone an attractive prospect?
[[okeydokey with me ♥ and I really wanted to say - your place or mine - but heey~ Reeeveo isn't exactly in the right place for that heh.]]
Text + Actionwinchester300August 18 2009, 10:26:10 UTC
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You are a busy man; we will not delay you for longer than strictly necessary.
I shall come to you at 2130h. Hojo will not be present.
Action:
[Hojo is not present, because Tseng had made it so. The hierarchy of present-day Shinra is loose at best, though both scientist and Turk know who possesses more power within it.
Reeve's room is attached to the infirmary - one of the few living quarters dedicated to the recovering wounded. 2125 hours; Tseng follows in the cream corridor to its end, knocks briskly on the door, and waits.]
[ooc: Is Reeve's location okay with you? Tell me if no and I'll change it. ^^]
Lights, camera (not again! >>)... Action!animus_inspireAugust 18 2009, 20:44:21 UTC
[[Whilst there was a sharp edge of -was it actually pleasant? Hard to define- anticipation, Reeve was exhausted and he had a distinct sense that seeing Tseng at this moment in time could very well weary him even further. But as it had been a while since they had met for 'drinks and business' and there was always something to be said for their meetings
( ... )
This is my srs face. >|winchester300August 20 2009, 12:47:09 UTC
[Tseng does not return the smile, sends a curt nod in greeting and brushes past into the room beyond. The smell of detergents and alcohol is no less strong here than it is in the corridor; this whole wing of HQ is saturated with the scent of repairing bodies and injured pride.
Reeve is, perhaps, the epitome of both right now. Tseng turns, a few steps into the room, to regard that pallid face, and resists the urge to tuck both hands into his pockets. They rest by his side instead. Controlled. But still it is not easy.
He ignores the other man's comment just as he ignores the smile. The sound of lacerated lungs makes everything else dull by comparison.]
Commissioner. [His voice is cold, face expressionless.] How is the wound?
>( This is my pissed off faceanimus_inspireAugust 20 2009, 18:26:22 UTC
[Reeve takes a step back as Tseng moves past him. Effort to start this ‘meeting’ off on a lighter foot - the verbal sleight of hand being effectively quashed - he gives out what would normally be a soft sigh. It emerges instead as a mild rattle, masked by the door as it swooshes shut behind them.
Straightening his spine to full length hurts but Reeve does so anyway, his nature insisting that he takes a few steps towards Tseng; deliberate and considered - one by one by one - until he reaches out, insouciant, to clench fingers stiffly around a chair back.
Bringing his eyes up, he meets Tseng’s own - calculating, assessing. No emotion - and Reeve has to clamp down on anger rising inside. So this will be different. This time.]
Tseng. [Acknowledgment, introductions. Politely spoken in return. If this is the direction you wish to take-]
...As can be expected. [And to add fuel to the fire, have another smile, a hint of bitterness in tone now-]
This is my disapproving facewinchester300August 21 2009, 13:49:56 UTC
[Well enough. Ah, so this conversation promises to be barbed. A fracture frown line forms between his brows in answer to Reeve's second smile; Tseng stands still as the commissioner rights his posture and approaches, step by heavy step.
But there will be no meeting in the middle ground. Not this time nor any other. Fairness is a virtue Tseng possesses only when it is advantageous.
Regrettably, this is never where Reeve is concerned.]
I'm in good health. [He answers, noting the other man's white knuckles against the brown of the chair's backrest. And, despite telling himself he has come only to discuss business, as there is little to no time for anything else, Tseng allows the sound of wretched respiration to cause him distraction.]
But then, I haven't been in Sephiroth's path recently. [His voice is still light, though his gaze is no longer frigid.] May I remind you of your status, Commissioner? If rushing blindly into battle is what you really prefer... then perhaps the WRO deserves a more responsible leader.
This is my incredulous faceanimus_inspireAugust 21 2009, 20:09:28 UTC
[There is something of a temper, rarely shown, rising in Reeve. His face however remains stoic, despite a hint of colour reaching sallow cheeks.
He gives a cursory nod to Tseng's first words. They are undeniably logical, and so the -pointed- emphasis and the bite behind them are disregarded in favour of Reeve's usual pragmaticism.
The next words however test his resolve.]
...Hm.
[The audacity of Tseng is not entirely unexpected, but no less galling. Reeve has considered his actions and certainly has remorse over the events that took place at Shinra Mansion, but given the hours of consideration, now not for the reasons resting as challenge in the Turk's words]
...Responsible leader.
[a moments pause]
Forgive me... for not being so callous a leader as to dismiss the lives of those who follow my instruction... who are my responsibility.
[There is a definite message in his words. His voice has remained calm but Reeve finds himself suddenly stifling a gripping choke. Pausing to break his eyes from Tseng and turn his head, the
( ... )
This is my (belated) exasperated face.winchester300September 9 2009, 10:51:21 UTC
[The frown line deepens and Tseng steps forward, out of the circumference of professionalism and appropriate distance.]
I would do the same for my own, but I'm not the one carrying the promise of World Regenesis on my back. I am a Turk, a mere instrument and a means to an end for the men I serve. Certainly, the best of us have been carefully calibrated, but as you know... even the best of us can be replaced.
[He takes a small breath, catches it before it can become a sigh.
You should have known better, he does not say. The words, too personal, would have recalled more of his own vulnerability. So Tseng keeps his back straight, though the walls of forced politeness start to crumble around them. Composure is harder to maintain, when it is almost certain Reeve knows the coldness is forced.]
And I am well aware of my own limitations. Were you, when you decided to join the fray against Sephiroth? What did you hope to achieve, when even your trained soldiers couldn't hold the floor?
We have much to talk over before you will be permitted to leave, Commissioner. Drinks and business will be a fine combination, if you would grant me the pleasure later tonight.
[ooc: why yes, yes he will be a pissy bitch. But only because he cares, we swear <3.]
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Permissions. From whom? It's still not been established exactly why I come to be here or what purpose Rufus has for Hojo saving my life. In that respect there have been no indications that my staying, or leaving, is indeed more preferential.
Of course. It really is generous of you to spare me a little of your time.
[[ooc: waaah they be talking! ♥]]
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Explanations and apologies are be best offered face to face. Is 2130h tonight an acceptable time for you?
[ooc: If it's okay with you after your next post we be switching to ACTION!post, yes? :D]
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That's fine with me. I don't exactly have a full diary at the moment.
I'll be coming to you, I presume? Unless, of course, you find the idea of Hojo being a chaperone an attractive prospect?
[[okeydokey with me ♥ and I really wanted to say - your place or mine - but heey~ Reeeveo isn't exactly in the right place for that heh.]]
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You are a busy man; we will not delay you for longer than strictly necessary.
I shall come to you at 2130h. Hojo will not be present.
Action:
[Hojo is not present, because Tseng had made it so. The hierarchy of present-day Shinra is loose at best, though both scientist and Turk know who possesses more power within it.
Reeve's room is attached to the infirmary - one of the few living quarters dedicated to the recovering wounded. 2125 hours; Tseng follows in the cream corridor to its end, knocks briskly on the door, and waits.]
[ooc: Is Reeve's location okay with you? Tell me if no and I'll change it. ^^]
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Reeve is, perhaps, the epitome of both right now. Tseng turns, a few steps into the room, to regard that pallid face, and resists the urge to tuck both hands into his pockets. They rest by his side instead. Controlled. But still it is not easy.
He ignores the other man's comment just as he ignores the smile. The sound of lacerated lungs makes everything else dull by comparison.]
Commissioner. [His voice is cold, face expressionless.] How is the wound?
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Straightening his spine to full length hurts but Reeve does so anyway, his nature insisting that he takes a few steps towards Tseng; deliberate and considered - one by one by one - until he reaches out, insouciant, to clench fingers stiffly around a chair back.
Bringing his eyes up, he meets Tseng’s own - calculating, assessing. No emotion - and Reeve has to clamp down on anger rising inside. So this will be different. This time.]
Tseng. [Acknowledgment, introductions. Politely spoken in return. If this is the direction you wish to take-]
...As can be expected. [And to add fuel to the fire, have another smile, a hint of bitterness in tone now-]
You are looking... well enough.
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But there will be no meeting in the middle ground. Not this time nor any other. Fairness is a virtue Tseng possesses only when it is advantageous.
Regrettably, this is never where Reeve is concerned.]
I'm in good health. [He answers, noting the other man's white knuckles against the brown of the chair's backrest. And, despite telling himself he has come only to discuss business, as there is little to no time for anything else, Tseng allows the sound of wretched respiration to cause him distraction.]
But then, I haven't been in Sephiroth's path recently. [His voice is still light, though his gaze is no longer frigid.] May I remind you of your status, Commissioner? If rushing blindly into battle is what you really prefer... then perhaps the WRO deserves a more responsible leader.
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He gives a cursory nod to Tseng's first words. They are undeniably logical, and so the -pointed- emphasis and the bite behind them are disregarded in favour of Reeve's usual pragmaticism.
The next words however test his resolve.]
...Hm.
[The audacity of Tseng is not entirely unexpected, but no less galling. Reeve has considered his actions and certainly has remorse over the events that took place at Shinra Mansion, but given the hours of consideration, now not for the reasons resting as challenge in the Turk's words]
...Responsible leader.
[a moments pause]
Forgive me... for not being so callous a leader as to dismiss the lives of those who follow my instruction... who are my responsibility.
[There is a definite message in his words. His voice has remained calm but Reeve finds himself suddenly stifling a gripping choke. Pausing to break his eyes from Tseng and turn his head, the ( ... )
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I would do the same for my own, but I'm not the one carrying the promise of World Regenesis on my back. I am a Turk, a mere instrument and a means to an end for the men I serve. Certainly, the best of us have been carefully calibrated, but as you know... even the best of us can be replaced.
[He takes a small breath, catches it before it can become a sigh.
You should have known better, he does not say. The words, too personal, would have recalled more of his own vulnerability. So Tseng keeps his back straight, though the walls of forced politeness start to crumble around them. Composure is harder to maintain, when it is almost certain Reeve knows the coldness is forced.]
And I am well aware of my own limitations. Were you, when you decided to join the fray against Sephiroth? What did you hope to achieve, when even your trained soldiers couldn't hold the floor?
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