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but not before he'll stick it to you

Apr 05, 2009 18:57

Who: Katana cutoncommand, Shin-ra Sr. oldman_catalyst
When: April 6th (Stupid boat)
Location: Distress Signal Origin (Assumed to be near/in Midgar ruins)
Rating: General
Summary: Ghosts Meeting In A Haunted City - THE STORY THUS FAR: Turk Katana is given orders to investigate a distress signal. There are no fond reunions when he locates the source. But a job is a job...

( It takes a long time but god dies too )

katana

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oldman_catalyst April 6 2009, 02:57:50 UTC

Noise by his ear-- the scuff of a shoe. Peeling his eyes open was a test of will, but that was never something he'd lacked. How long had he been laying here?

A dark blur against the sky, and the world was like a camera in the hands of a three year old, wavering focus and exposure. Occasionally he caught clear glimpses of his newest acquaintance, but never as far as the face.

"Turk." Old codes to prove his identity flashed behind his eyes and then disappeared, but he determined that, for now, there was no need.

"You're late," he gasped.

cutoncommand April 6 2009, 03:05:27 UTC

A twisted and bitter grimace crossed his face. Kneeling down Katana went strait to checking the man for any especially life threatening injuries. Potions were to precious to waste and cure materia was something he never bothered to equip or maintain even when it was in abundance. Still a dead ex-president or no ex-president to return with would be bad for staying on payroll.

"Relax. Your distress signal was received. Can you walk?"

Still uneasy he kept one hand ready at the hilt, just in case.

oldman_catalyst April 6 2009, 03:26:53 UTC

So far as he could tell he wasn't injured, though he ached all over from laying on the rough concrete and his throat felt like it was paved with chalk. But sleeping, uncomfortable as it had been, seemed to have returned some of his senses, and simply hearing someone speak was oddly reviving. His vision still wasn't right-- the world was still too bright --but slowly it was righting itself.

"Took your time, uhn?" Pressing his palms to the cold, nappy pavement, he pushed himself up with arthritic slowness and blinked as the world tilted awkwardly on its axis and took his stomach with it. He waited, impatient but dignified, for the nausea to pass. "Get me some water," he said, as sharply as his dry throat would allow, "and then I'll walk."

cutoncommand April 6 2009, 03:49:38 UTC

If there had been any doubt in his mind...

He knelt down to the man's level passing him his own water bottle.

"Sir."

Maybe he would have needed it for himself at some point in this mission but he knew that there wasn't anything drinkable in these ruins. If it would get the man to talk it was worth it. Although it might really be better to just let him keep it.

There was no humor still in his face even as he stood glancing about just in case listening wasn't enough. Even before it was abandoned Midgar was far from safe.

"There are better places to rest. A refugee camp between here and Junon. We'll head there and maybe some questions can get answered." Though on whose end he wouldn't clarify. He really did hope he wouldn't have to point out the obvious about ShinRa's collapse...

...but he'd want to carry him less. Best to give him some degree of superficial control if only for a little cooperation.

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