Who: Rosalind, Cloud Status: Closed When: 8:15 PM Where: Near 7th Heaven What: After a few delays, Ros makes her way in the search for Rod. Bumping into someone ensues.
"Turks lurking around my place of residence is not a good feeling," Cloud murmured from the shadow he had been standing it. Opening his blue eyes revealed his location as they cast a faint blue light, and he stepped forward. This was a good way to get shot by a paranoid employee of Shinra, so he had his weapon out just in case, though it was loose at his side.
He made a soft noise of acknowledgement, again not recognizing this particular Turk, though there was a pang of memory. He emerged from the alley and regarded Rosalind. "You better not be taking the other one's place either. He was a terrible Turk."
She slowed and stood at the sound of Cloud's voice. Looking over to the shadow, Rosalind saw Cloud's eyes and then his appearance. The Turk casually unbuttoned her jacket and let her hands fall to her sides.
"The other one?" she asked as she tilted her head slightly.
Watching the Turk, Cloud nodded to himself when it seemed like she was not about to shoot him. He eased a little and walked forward, determined that he would not have 7th Heaven watched all the time. He had tolerated it long enough, and he had people to protect inside of the establishment.
"The male who calls himself Rodney. I already told him to leave, and I hope you aren't his replacement," he stated calmly. Rufus needed to be more careful when pushing help where it was not necessarily needed. "Who are you?"
Rosalind noted Cloud's posturing and genuinely understood his motives. But Shinra and therefore the Turks had every right to be able this sector like anyone else. Righting her head, she took in a deep breath and let it out.
"'Was'? Curious tense of the verb," she commented and slowly crossed her arms over her chest. "Rosalind. Another question for you - where is Rodney now?"
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He made a soft noise of acknowledgement, again not recognizing this particular Turk, though there was a pang of memory. He emerged from the alley and regarded Rosalind. "You better not be taking the other one's place either. He was a terrible Turk."
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"The other one?" she asked as she tilted her head slightly.
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"The male who calls himself Rodney. I already told him to leave, and I hope you aren't his replacement," he stated calmly. Rufus needed to be more careful when pushing help where it was not necessarily needed. "Who are you?"
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"'Was'? Curious tense of the verb," she commented and slowly crossed her arms over her chest. "Rosalind. Another question for you - where is Rodney now?"
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