[Day 3, morning] And a red sun rises

[diamond_edged]

Who: Rufus, Elena, anyone else who has been invited to the spaceport or wishes to show up
Where: Spaceport
What: Plans, plans, and more plans. What else is a scheming ex-President good for?
Rating: PG
Warnings: Dun.

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[mask_of_truth]

It wasn't as though there had been anything delaying him, and though this one was evidently no Hylian, simply a Human, that didn't mean Sheik would falter in his service; his arrival was prompt - in fact, he'd been leaning against the wall of the corridor on the second floor for several minutes, unseen.

Observing, of course, as he was so prone to do, all the more so now. Something about the man distinctly reminded him of the one yesterday; something utterly unfamiliar cloaked beneath the surface, bubbling away. A little too odd to be deemed paranoia... Still, for now he would simply have to let it lie. He had no experience, no knowledge, no part in this place, in their place.

Now was the time to be seen, and he was quite abruptly there, shifting from his position against the wall to stand straight, eyes seeming completely focused yet calculating absolutely everything.

"I replied to your message," he said in greeting, offering a curt bow of the head, "My name is Sheik."

[generation_bug]

((dropping down from above. feel free to ignore until a suitable moment.))

...to admit a girl. A brown haired, blue eyed girl who glanced around the spaceport cautiously and proceeded to the waiting area.

And waited.

[diamond_edged]

The appearance of the stranger caught Rufus by surprise, and he stopped, turning quickly. He'd been sure that no one else had arrived yet... well...

Movement out of the other corner of his eye told him that the doors to the spaceport had just opened, which meant that it was probably the owner of the car.

"Pleased to meet you," he said, exchanging the bow with an inclination of his head. He wasn't about to shake anyone's hands around here. And this Sheik... well. There was much about him that screamed 'Fighter' to Rufus' mind. "I am ..Strife."

It still felt odd to call himself that.

[mask_of_truth]

'Strife', hm? Seemed entirely like an alias; one didn't require the Eye to see that, but Sheik wasn't about to argue it. He'd simply bear it in mind. "How many more are you expecting?" He asked abruptly, leaning upon one hip in a gesture a lot less nonchalant than it was meant to appear.

After all, they had to get moving quickly, if the information they'd been fed was anything to go by. Only an idiot, over-confident and unwise, would not be trying to keep track of absolutely everything. Inmediation, obviously. Then again, there did seem to be a distinct lack of wisdom about him, and Sheik was strongly reminded of the Imprisoning War, when Ganondorf had been young, and stupid, and driven himself mad.

Hn. They would have to work quickly. His attention flickered at the sound of the door, and he instinctively stood straighter, taller. He'd feel much, much better when he was in possession of his weapons. The lyre had power, but he couldn't use it to rip someone's throat out.

[diamond_edged]

"One moment." Rufus checked the portable journal again. "The message is relatively recent. More are responding." He glanced down at the lobby below. "I expect a total of four, at the least. Perhaps more, if they come in groups."

He followed Sheik's gaze, noting the girl. Which one was that? The one who had promised information about this 'Starscream'?

"It seems like one of them is here."

He wished, briefly, for a scan materia. The girl might be nothing more than a trap. Bait, designed to lure horny old men him out into the open.

[zoto_yo]

"Stupid fucking kid."

Enter one Turk in a less than stellar mood. Grass and dirt still spotted his clothing, his left arm cut open and bloodstained. A kid. He'd just had his arse handed to him by a kid. Were they back on Gaia, Tseng would have had him in intensive training sessions for the next two or three months for this.

Maybe there was a good side to this after all.

Stalking along, he didn't give much thought to infection. Things like that tended not to enter his view of situations. What had occured to him was that Rufus was going to make him very sorry for disappearing not once but twice. That wasn't exactly something to look forward to. He wasn't going to be getting a paycheque at this rate.

Finally spotting His Royal Shinraness, Reno ambled towards Rufus and his little group. Already he was picking over those with the boss, assessing risks and any weaknesses visible from weapons to how they carried themselves. Being on another world didn't mean he'd stopped being a Turk.

"Yo, Boss."

[diamond_edged]

His Royal Shinraness was in public, which was why he refrained from giving Reno a royal reaming for being (a) horrifically late, (b) coming up with (the usual) stupid excuses for it and (c) not coming back with Rude, whom Rufus had sent to find him.

"Reno." At least late was better than never. His eyes were the only thing that shifted to note the Turk's presence, and his features betrayed no surprise. "With me."

He gestured vaguely at Sheik. "This is Sheik, who is assisting the search efforts for our confiscated equipment. Sheik, Reno."

And he nodded at the lobby, where a newcomer could be seen just outside the doors. "And it seems that we had best go down to meet the rest."

(Dropping down to here).