[There are two things wrong with this picture. One, Elena's in a wedding dressing. And two, somebody had to have proposed. Please, for Shiva's sake, let this be a mission!]
[Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Either way, Elena's boss has not said a word though the entire planning stages of the wedding. Nor when the invitations when out, nor when he had reserved to come by himself. Of course, he's far from by himself, with one of the other Turks, but all the same, Rufus is there.
Blue eyes are sharp as the ceremony starts, watching it pass, waiting.]
[Really, it was hard to say. Elena couldn't quite remember who the groom was, though she'll go ahead and blame Reno for some late night drinks the prior evening to help her get relaxed before the 'big day'.
Each step to the alter was a small success, her mind coaching her through each step to not trip. Standing next to her soon-to-be-husband, she glanced back at the massive crowd, eyes pausing over a mass of familiar white and blonde, before turning back around as the priest began.]
[And Rufus' eyes keep to the front as the ceremony continues, his look sharp enough to unease his guard next to him (and oh, from how long they had known him, it took a lot to do that.)
Rufus ShinRa is up to somehting, and with his eyes drilling holes in the back of his Turk's head, she must know it too.]
[Blah, blah, blah. Surely she didn't plan to have the eldery priest to go on and on about love like this, this must have been the groom's fault. She would have asked that he just cut to the chase so she could get out of the dress and back into her suit.
In the back of her mind, something was off. She could swear she could eyes on her, watching her every movement. She should have expected it seeing that she was standing in front of at least a hundred people, all one hundred pair of eyes bouncing from the priest to her to the groom. But through all those unimportant gazes came a strong sensation that one of those pairs was watching with a greater intensity than the rest. And, if she were to guess, she knew exactly whose eyes those belonged to. While she had every desire to look over her shoulder to confirm her suspicions, she was being asked to repeat another of those long, winded oaths.
Seriously, the oath she took as a Turk was much shorter and was probably much stronger than a marital vow.]
[And it comes to that point, that important point where the priest asks if anyone objects, not expecting any one to do so, as his pause is only long enough for him to catch his breath to continue on. He hasn't expected, although he should have, once he realizes exactly who the man in white who stands up and slams his hand against the backrest of the pew in front of him loud enough for it to crack like a gunshot, that he should of.
Rufus ShinRa.]
I object! [Rude would of brought his palm to his face if he wasn't ready for what was next, the murmur and the outrage on the groom's face that turns into ugly anger. There are suddenly a few more black suits in the room that seem a bit easier to see than before.] You think I'd allow one of my Turks to cavort off with a small time mob boss?
[Oh, it had been a mission alright. Too bad you were the only one who didn't know, huh Elena?]
[Really, that invisible pressure on the back of her head was starting to become much stronger and the priest moved on through the ceremony. If Rufus had had any issue with this, he had ample time to say something. Anything, really. There had been several times he'd come in seeing her writing addresses onto the invitation envelopes or looking over the invitee list. But not a word was said. Nothing. So why on Gaia's name would he now-
Her first reaction is to drop to one knee and move out of the way at the sound of the gunshot. But, being the lovely bride and trying oh-so-hard to not look like a Turk, she allows only a slight jump. In all honesty she hadn't expected anybody to object and whens he turns to see who it is, her jaw drops slightly.
Rufus ShinRa?]
What the hell?
[Shiva's freezing tits, he couldn't be serious. No. Wait. This was Rufus ShinRa. The man was always serious. She'd chastise herself later for her lack of awareness - just when did so many dark suits show up in the crowd?]
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Blue eyes are sharp as the ceremony starts, watching it pass, waiting.]
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Each step to the alter was a small success, her mind coaching her through each step to not trip. Standing next to her soon-to-be-husband, she glanced back at the massive crowd, eyes pausing over a mass of familiar white and blonde, before turning back around as the priest began.]
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Rufus ShinRa is up to somehting, and with his eyes drilling holes in the back of his Turk's head, she must know it too.]
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In the back of her mind, something was off. She could swear she could eyes on her, watching her every movement. She should have expected it seeing that she was standing in front of at least a hundred people, all one hundred pair of eyes bouncing from the priest to her to the groom. But through all those unimportant gazes came a strong sensation that one of those pairs was watching with a greater intensity than the rest. And, if she were to guess, she knew exactly whose eyes those belonged to. While she had every desire to look over her shoulder to confirm her suspicions, she was being asked to repeat another of those long, winded oaths.
Seriously, the oath she took as a Turk was much shorter and was probably much stronger than a marital vow.]
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Rufus ShinRa.]
I object! [Rude would of brought his palm to his face if he wasn't ready for what was next, the murmur and the outrage on the groom's face that turns into ugly anger. There are suddenly a few more black suits in the room that seem a bit easier to see than before.] You think I'd allow one of my Turks to cavort off with a small time mob boss?
[Oh, it had been a mission alright. Too bad you were the only one who didn't know, huh Elena?]
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Her first reaction is to drop to one knee and move out of the way at the sound of the gunshot. But, being the lovely bride and trying oh-so-hard to not look like a Turk, she allows only a slight jump. In all honesty she hadn't expected anybody to object and whens he turns to see who it is, her jaw drops slightly.
Rufus ShinRa?]
What the hell?
[Shiva's freezing tits, he couldn't be serious. No. Wait. This was Rufus ShinRa. The man was always serious. She'd chastise herself later for her lack of awareness - just when did so many dark suits show up in the crowd?]
I see. Sorry about this, lover.
[Elena ( ... )
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