Who: Veld and whoever else wants to wander in
When: After
this and during/after the raid against Sephiroth. May go after the raid is over, who knows.
Location: Veld's office
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Veld's got a broken jaw and knows better than to go beat up silver hairs when he's still healing.
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I like it rough )
He still wasn't exactly happy about how much time Rufus and Elfe had spent together. Veld understood that Elfe was a professional, and he was proud of her, but ...
...it was stupid of course, she was a grown woman. Veld just didn't like idiot boys around her.
He explained slowly, while sipping his tea, that he had been taking a walk when he ran into Yazoo, the fight that he had not exactly started, and his return to the office. "I broke his wrist and did not expect a counter. I will be more careful next time."
He wished that she would stop looking at him like that. That pretend anger that would probably fool other people. However, parents just knew things about their children when they looked them in the eye.
"Maybe you should stay around. I'm not exactly reporting to anyone in theory..."
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In fact, it had taken years to get her to trust materia use at all, and considering that Veld himself was a mage class if anything, it could have been considered humerus.
"You're..." the words 'my daughter and I love you' were on his tongue, but they still felt awkward to say to her. Mostly a part of him felt like he didn't earn the second chance yet, that he'd missed too much to really be her father. Veld didn't want to lose the contact he had because he was a sentimental fool.
"You're capable, but Sephiroth is an unkown enemy. If the others are taken, we-" he stressed the word "-will have to find a solution."
Veld took in a deep breath. "I don't want to send you in yet, but I promise to not leave you out. If that is what you want."
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"I didn't expect any of this or I would have brought you along." Veld didn't like to admit that some protection was a good idea, but he wasn't a spring chicken. The good people died and he had lived, and now he wasn't as helpful as he would have otherwise been.
Of course, Ifalna was no longer alive.
He shook his head. "I feel better with you around. I'm pretty sure that Yazoo will want revenge for his wrist." The young remnant did not seem to be the sort to ignore a wrong.
"This has nothing to do with Aerith or her 'SOLDIER' buddies. Reno and Rude are heading this, to my knowledge. It's foolish to not bring Cloud Strife along, the kid's a powerhouse."
Or at least, according to all reports he was. It was, difficult to see his daughter want so badly to put herself in danger. Veld's time to protect either of them had long since passed.
When did things become so difficult?
"You should talk to Rufus about it. I doubt he'd turn you away if you wanted work." Veld attempted to get back to business.
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"I'm glad you came." He offered. It wasn't like there wasn't room for her to sleep in his apartment.
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But this was reality and Veld was thankful for what he had. He would have been angry if their situations were reversed and he was well aware that it was reckless for him to allow himself to be in a fight with Yazoo or anyone else. Considering how busy the Turks were, it would be impossible for him to ask anyone else to watch his back.
And to be perfectly frank, Elfe was the only person who completely had his trust any longer. Well... her and Aerith. So strange how matters of blood tended to be truer than he wanted to admit.
"There's plenty of room in my apartment, there's a fold out couch in the office you can sleep in." When she was little, Veld remembered Elfe would curl up to sleep in his office chair.
He wondered if she remembered that. She'd been so very small that he doubted it.
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One of these days maybe he'd stop feeling guilty for being proud of her.
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