[Log] Clash of Titans
Characters: Famfrit, Rufus, Adrammelech
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Famfrit wants the stone Rufus is in possession of, Rufus is having none of it. In the middle of their clash of wills, something wakes.
Location: Rufus's estate, Lindblum Theater district
Date: Forward dated to several hours after Rufus is aware of Tseng's arrival. (Thus a good 2-3 days from now)
Warnings: Violence, language, possible gore, will lock afterward if so.
Leaving the Fang to guard the foyer of the estate since there were no Turks currently present to tend to that task, Rufus settled into the chair behind the desk he'd chosen to work behind for the time being. He had plans to consider and work on and details which needed to be gone over once again to make certain that his plans would succeed, even if a certain foul-mouthed pilot tried to interfere with them via bad mouthing him.
And there was the small addition of new-promised power to take into consideration, as well as just how to properly access and use it. Just grabbing it outright was tempting but while rising to power quickly was pleasant to think of, he knew that such a thing would just lead to an even quicker downfall. Best to take ones time and proceed cautiously as one could in obtaining such a position. Let it be to late for anyone to sabotage his ascent and there would be nothing they could do about it but watch.
As for the fool threatening to remove the so-called "holy stone" from his possession, Rufus would deal with him should the man show his face. Let him face the Fang, four Turks as well as himself and he would quickly wish he'd left well enough alone. Even without his Turks, he was not to be underestimated; he could damn well defend himself without them. If things did get too heated, he thought himself perfectly able to inflict some kind of handicap on anyone foolish enough to attack him so that he could put distance between them and himself long enough for him to call in one or more of his Turks.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Famfrit wants the stone Rufus is in possession of, Rufus is having none of it. In the middle of their clash of wills, something wakes.
Location: Rufus's estate, Lindblum Theater district
Date: Forward dated to several hours after Rufus is aware of Tseng's arrival. (Thus a good 2-3 days from now)
Warnings: Violence, language, possible gore, will lock afterward if so.
Leaving the Fang to guard the foyer of the estate since there were no Turks currently present to tend to that task, Rufus settled into the chair behind the desk he'd chosen to work behind for the time being. He had plans to consider and work on and details which needed to be gone over once again to make certain that his plans would succeed, even if a certain foul-mouthed pilot tried to interfere with them via bad mouthing him.
And there was the small addition of new-promised power to take into consideration, as well as just how to properly access and use it. Just grabbing it outright was tempting but while rising to power quickly was pleasant to think of, he knew that such a thing would just lead to an even quicker downfall. Best to take ones time and proceed cautiously as one could in obtaining such a position. Let it be to late for anyone to sabotage his ascent and there would be nothing they could do about it but watch.
As for the fool threatening to remove the so-called "holy stone" from his possession, Rufus would deal with him should the man show his face. Let him face the Fang, four Turks as well as himself and he would quickly wish he'd left well enough alone. Even without his Turks, he was not to be underestimated; he could damn well defend himself without them. If things did get too heated, he thought himself perfectly able to inflict some kind of handicap on anyone foolish enough to attack him so that he could put distance between them and himself long enough for him to call in one or more of his Turks.