Apologies for the delay on this thread, but let's hope it helps to make some movement! Come on over and post, chaps!
Continued from
here! Who: Everyone except the exploration team.
Where: Central Square
What: Following from the gathering in the square.
Rating: G
Warnings: TBA.
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Oh dear. )
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Rufus had been talking with Xehan, but there was a sudden confusion as people milled around. The next moment Elena was in front of him, and he instinctively glanced around, looking for assassin's bullets.
Damnit. He held his breath for a few seconds, but the lights weren't coming on again, and--
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She could take the insults and annoyance, in exchange for his safety.
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He could swear that he saw a flash of silver. And unstable as he was at the moment, he didn't care that he was throwing all caution to the winds as he ducked away from the people he should have been running towards, and headed towards the people he should have been running from. Except that there were too many bodies, and he saw with a flash of frustration that the silver he thought he'd seen wasn't silver at all, but white, and the face was unfamiliar.
Damn, damn, damn. But hell if he was going to cower in his room and wait for doom...
"I'm going to look for weapons," he snapped, in case Elena was in earshot.
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As a Turk, she couldn't let the idiot president go running out on his own, so she gave chase, dodging the frantic, the worried. "Sir! Sir!" Yes, she was really showing her merit to Raidou now, wasn't she?
"Don't leave without me!"
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Someone slammed into Rufus and he swore, fingers itching for his shotgun. He couldn't for the life of him remember whether he had lost it before arriving on Mother's ship, or left it on the ship, or whether it had been taken from him by the Customs regime on Arcadia.
Someone else banged into him as they forged past, and he had the urge to stand on a soapbox and yell at everyone to calm down and stop running around like headless chickens. The only problem was that he knew that the masses had a collective braincell count of 1, especially when they were on the rampage. Good thing it wasn't crowded enough for anyone to get stampeded.
The Turk was following. Good sense finally prevailed, and he realised that he would either have to lose her, or abort his attempt to find Kadaj. Who might not even be here in the first place.
He paused in indecision.
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Panting a little, her eyes flickering about at the chaos, she fought the urge to grab his coat and shake him, or, more specifically, shake some sense into him. But she knew better darn it. Really now, she was in enough trouble as it was, and Tseng would kill her for manhandling the president.
Awww, not even a little? -pout-
...fine.
So, she grabbed his sleeve. Tentatively. "Sir, you can't run away like that; we don't know what's going on and there is a safety in numbers!
"Now, where did you want to go? I'll follow you."
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That was when he registered the tug on his sleeve. And icy blue eyes turned from the sight of the milling crowd, to the sleeve, on the hand on it, and very, very slowly, were raised to look at Elena.
He didn't even need to voice his disapproval.
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"Well, don't you think it would be better if there were two of us looking instead of one?" Oooh, she didn't mean for that to come off with that edge of irritation, and she looked away quickly enough. Maybe he wouldn't notice, or cut her some slack; she was the only Turk present at the moment, and it was a little nerve-wracking, more than she expected.
"I just want to help." And it was almost spoken with a pout.
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I'm sorry, Elena. I just--
"Attend to me," he said, tone still cold, still distant. "The spaceport that most refugees arrived at is a prime location." He hadn't seen anything else in the way of storage yet, after all. Everything was so uniform in this damn city. Now, if only they could find it in the dark.
--am not myself at the moment...
Besides, backup was good.
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Elena nodded, her eyes flickering down as she nodded. "Yes, sir." Because what else was she supposed to say? What else could she say to him? He was right after all, which was why he was president and she wasn't (well, that and the privilege of his bloodline, lucky bastard).
What she wouldn't give for a flashlight. Or materia.
Looking back and seeing more people behind them than in front, she took up the rear. "Go. I'll keep you covered, sir."
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Elena wasn't the only one thinking of a light source.
"Do you have a torch?" Rufus asked, getting whacked on the shoulder as someone yelled and pushed past, before growling and shoving right back.
Hojo had had one, back in his lab, but damned if Rufus was about go back there. But it did mean that there were some on this rock. Besides, surely the Turks also shared the motto of 'Be Prepared'.
Right?
Right?
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Oh. Torch. That... she didn't have, didn't really have a need for. After all, she hadn't gone out too much at night and the gaudy neon had been enough to light the paths. Plus, well, let's be honest, she had been preoccupied at Rufus' place, then getting well, and then on the mission-she-should-be-doing-concerning-Reno-but-wasn't. Making torches hadn't been at the top of her list, not when it wasn't needed.
"Not on me." There. That sounded better than the negative answer, AND it wasn't a lie. Not one bit. And to avoid anymore comments on the fact, she added, "Let's hurry to the spaceport, sir; I'm sure there's an emergency flare or something to use as a light there."
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Well, then again. One only needed to look at Reno to know that be prepared and being Turks didn't necessarily go hand in hand. A healthy dose of improvision did, though, and the suggestion was a good one. He nodded. If there was any place with a light source ...
"Where is it?" Loathe as he was to betray that he was, in fact, lost, it was better than blundering around with monsters on the prowl. "The spaceport, that is."
He kept walking, shoving his way to the edge of the crowd. "And where are the other Turks?" He'd sent her after Reno, hadn't he? It was possible that this crisis had happened before she had found him, but he'd just seen her standing around chit-chatting with a man. Hm.
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Her pace quickened, almost to the point of running into him. The noise from the square was enough to make her grind her teeth; they needed someone to take charge and tell people to calm down, to do a mad route of action, and she hoped that Raidou would be that person. People would listen to him, after all. He had charisma that couldn't be denied.
"I don't know," she replied, her attention averted to the question. "I haven't seen Rude today, or Tseng. And Reno is... still MIA." She sighed, her shoulders wanting to sag but refusing to allow them to. "I'm all you have for the moment, I'm afraid."
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