Comments | a_facility_log: You Always Say Your Name...

rufuself in a_facility_log

You Always Say Your Name...

Jul 04, 2009 20:23

Who: Rude (collected_cool) & Rufus (rufuself)
When: Right after Rude's Re-Arrival
Where: 5C
Summary: Rufus and Rude meet up after Rude returns to the Facility post-termination...
Rating: PG for possible language
Warnings: A Turk and his boss? What could happen?

( ...like I wouldn't know it's you... )

rufus shinra, rude

Comments 18

collected_cool July 5 2009, 01:57:18 UTC

Great. Just... just great.

If there was one thing Rude knew, it was that odd things could happen. They could happen to anyone. He'd been a Turk for many years now. Long enough to see some things that just can't be unseen. But this about took the cake. Remnants. And... the lack of stigma? Rude was having a forming headache at the crest of his forehead.

And-- what was this? Reno wasn't-- of all the irresponsible things for Reno to do. He knew his partner. Laid back, not neglectful. So a few weeks was almost preposterous. Finding Rufus was first priority. Reno could wait. And he'd throttle him. Tseng made his orders perfectly clear. The knock came, indeed. Stark, simple. And Rude stood outside, carefully folding realizations into their proper places, attempting to adjust his tie and not fiddle with the collar around his neck.

rufuself July 5 2009, 02:11:49 UTC

The knock was like a gift from home: so familiar, so perfectly in place. Rufus closed his eyes to savor the moment and collect himself. It was his job to be the President, the Boss, calm and in command. And... not to have his shoes devoured. Rufus raised an eyebrow and gazed downward, then scooped up Dark Nation with a sigh.

"Stop that. And be nice to Rude." The little creature waved its small tentacle and wriggled with pleasure; Rufus allowed himself a twitch of a smile, tucked Darkie under his arm more securely, and opened the door.

"Good evening, Rude," he said as calmly as if they had just seen one another at dinner. "I am very sorry you have to be in this place again--but I am also very glad to see you. Please come in."

collected_cool July 5 2009, 02:38:27 UTC

The door opened to a perfectly calm and in control man. Just as Rufus might have left him outside the door during said dinner to keep an eye on things. Not as if Rude had been having a bit of a nervous moment (the thought of Tseng, of all damned people, to not be here, when the Remnants were? It turned Rude's stomach a little, which took a considerable amount of effort to do under normal circumstances). One hand clasping his wrist and the man taking into account both Rufus and the Dark Nation.

The cub wasn't going to be enough to protect Rufus just yet. It'd take time. Rude didn't care what "truce" there may or may not be. Someone would eventually make a move. Sooner or later.

Call him paranoid, Rude would welcome it. He tended to be. Particularly without at least his materia. How that was taken in the first place was beyond him.

And, man, did he need a cigarette right now.

"Sir," the Turk acknowledged. And didn't correct him. This was the first Rude remembered seeing anything like this.

rufuself July 5 2009, 02:52:43 UTC

Rufus stepped aside to let Rude in, glancing both directions out in the common room of the suite. There did not seem to be anyone in that room, and everyone else's door in the unit was closed. Rufus followed suit and closed his own door.

"I'm wagering you don't recall being here before," he said, cutting to the chase as was his habit. He set Dark Nation down on the bed with a stern look; the cub sat quietly, tentacle waving, watching them both with bright yellow eyes. "So--what was happening back home that you last remember? And can I offer you a drink?"

collected_cool July 5 2009, 20:50:45 UTC

Rude wasn't one to be indirect with, anyways. Many often claimed he didn't have a sense of humor. Some learned the hard way that it just wasn't true. He gave Rufus a nod, regardless. And while something to drink sounded pretty good? He just honestly couldn't consider it right now. "No, thank you, sir."

Rufus was up. Out of the wheelchair. It was an oddity. A relief, even, if but sharp and seemingly unrealistic. This whole place felt unreal. Like someone had wrapped everything up in a confuse spell or something of the like. There were things weighing on the Turk's mind, plain and simple. Things he wasn't entirely sure he had all the right words for. The man's face smoothed out from the scowl it'd drawn up into, and he relaxed his stance a little forcibly. What did he last remember?

"The Remnants, sir." Although the 'sir' was added on perhaps a split second later than it was meant to. He didn't exactly appreciate being knocked out of a flying helicopter. "And former AVALANCHE. A detailed report could be filed."

rufuself July 6 2009, 00:15:21 UTC

Hmm. Interesting. Rude had never been a big talker; he had always just sort of been there, a long-time Turk lifer like Tseng: utterly dependable, more durable than most. What he often did not say was just as significant as what he chose to say--all qualities for which, among the many, Rufus prized him ( ... )

collected_cool July 6 2009, 01:50:33 UTC

Standing would have been too rigid, even for him. Rude took the seat in one fluid motion after turning it to face the blond, adjusting his sunglasses, despite the all too serious expression he was sending Rufus through the opaque lenses. If it weren't Rufus, he'd almost not have taken him seriously. Rufus could lie, alright. Human beings did. It was a fact. But to his knowledge, Rufus had never lied to the Turks.

Lying to a Turk was perhaps one of the more dangerous things one could do.

That? Quite frankly, almost not a word of that made any sense at all. Two weeks. Two weeks... Never mind the headache, it was going to be a migraine. Rude hoped this place had coffee. Or booze. Out of eye or ear shot of Rufus, preferably.

Rude gave a curt not. A report? For all of what he had to say? More like a filing cabinet.

"Understood."

rufuself July 7 2009, 01:11:02 UTC

It took a lot to rattle any Turk, but Rude in particular had a reputation around the Tower for being utterly impeturbable. One would have to be, to have Reno as their partner... and to survive being assigned to days in Rufus's office, listening to opera while the President worked his hind-end off for hours at a stretch. But it was clear this whole situation was unsettling his Turk ( ... )

collected_cool July 13 2009, 20:22:29 UTC

The Turks needed stability, not just Reno. Sometimes it couldn't always be the leader (though, granted, Rude wasn't the easiest to get to know). Of which, Rude would admit, Rufus was not. As of currently, with the realization the Tseng wasn't around, that would be Reno. Hmph. Like he'd take orders from Reno. Not unless he knew it was dire. That, more than anything, was the unsettling part. Things weren't adding up, and when things didn't add up Rude didn't get going. He got tough. This was a walk in the park compared to Rufus and his opera ( ... )