[backdated log]
Who: Lazard, Reno, Rude, Veld (later)
When: Buuh... 6ish years -CC? I'm making a random guess, here.
Location: Upper Plate, Midgar
Rating: tba
Summary: ShinRa back!history: A recently promoted Director Lazard is assigned the Turks for the first time and finds out that dealing with them is possibly one of the most difficult tasks he's encountered to date.
The point of being tested is, of course, to judge whether or not one is capable of passing. In Lazard's case however, his goal has always been not only to pass, but to blow the scale. Anything less is bordering average and average is pretty much equivalent of failure since average people can pass or fail because they are, of course, average and therefore, by definition, straddle the middle. He has never failed a test just like he has never scraped by with a toe over the line. It's why he is where he is, after all, though not in the literal sense since the place that he is literally happens to be a horrifically filthy train car restroom adjusting his tie.
It's his first lone off-base assignment since his promotion to SOLDIER Director and he's not at all worried. Or, rather, he is worried but about the brown stain around the sink and not about his performance at this meeting. The sink thing is an entirely different issue and so are public trains even in ShinRa Exec. Class compartment but you deal with what you have to, he figured. He also figured that all eyes are on him with this excursion because he knows that there are a lot of people who would very much like to see him fail. A consequence of being an upstart, of course- everyone wants to watch you stumble so they can say things like 'Oh, well, of course he didn't succeed. He's far too young, after all and it takes years to climb the ladder.' Excuses for lazy old men afraid of change and those without the intelligence and drive to propel their station. Lazard never failed a test. Checking his watch and exiting the tiny restroom to the car's luxury suite, he made an announcement to the Turks lounging about the car. He was not keen on their presence in general, not only because he had rather firmly founded opinions about the purpose of the Turks in the company that he found disagreeable, but because he highly doubted that these two layabouts were going to serve him much purpose at all beyond an ungodly bar tab tacked to his bill unless he were to actually be the subject of an assassination attempt over the course of this very extraordinary business excursion, which, for the record, he found to be highly unlikely. "Prepare for disembarking, I don't want to lose time."
When: Buuh... 6ish years -CC? I'm making a random guess, here.
Location: Upper Plate, Midgar
Rating: tba
Summary: ShinRa back!history: A recently promoted Director Lazard is assigned the Turks for the first time and finds out that dealing with them is possibly one of the most difficult tasks he's encountered to date.
The point of being tested is, of course, to judge whether or not one is capable of passing. In Lazard's case however, his goal has always been not only to pass, but to blow the scale. Anything less is bordering average and average is pretty much equivalent of failure since average people can pass or fail because they are, of course, average and therefore, by definition, straddle the middle. He has never failed a test just like he has never scraped by with a toe over the line. It's why he is where he is, after all, though not in the literal sense since the place that he is literally happens to be a horrifically filthy train car restroom adjusting his tie.
It's his first lone off-base assignment since his promotion to SOLDIER Director and he's not at all worried. Or, rather, he is worried but about the brown stain around the sink and not about his performance at this meeting. The sink thing is an entirely different issue and so are public trains even in ShinRa Exec. Class compartment but you deal with what you have to, he figured. He also figured that all eyes are on him with this excursion because he knows that there are a lot of people who would very much like to see him fail. A consequence of being an upstart, of course- everyone wants to watch you stumble so they can say things like 'Oh, well, of course he didn't succeed. He's far too young, after all and it takes years to climb the ladder.' Excuses for lazy old men afraid of change and those without the intelligence and drive to propel their station. Lazard never failed a test. Checking his watch and exiting the tiny restroom to the car's luxury suite, he made an announcement to the Turks lounging about the car. He was not keen on their presence in general, not only because he had rather firmly founded opinions about the purpose of the Turks in the company that he found disagreeable, but because he highly doubted that these two layabouts were going to serve him much purpose at all beyond an ungodly bar tab tacked to his bill unless he were to actually be the subject of an assassination attempt over the course of this very extraordinary business excursion, which, for the record, he found to be highly unlikely. "Prepare for disembarking, I don't want to lose time."