Who: Rufus ShinRa and Scarlet When: Today, evening-ish Location: Scarlet's workspace in the ShinRa house in Gongaga Rating: PG at most Summary: Rufus and Scarlet discuss weapons, SOLDIERS, and all sorts of fun stuff.
Scarlet was in the middle of writing a series of calculations beside the latest design. It was close to being finished for now, but that could change depending on how initial testing of a prototype handled. She was certain that her theory would work, abet weakly at first, but she couldn't make the necessary adjustments without testing a prototype first.
A knock at the door drew her attention away from the blueprint beneath her, and over towards the door. Considering that the Turks avoided her like the plague, and other than them, there wasn't anyone else here but Rufus, Scarlet had a fair idea of who was at her door.
She'd been wondering when he'd come to bother her.
Placing her pencil on the page, Scarlet reached forward to poke the front of the miniature slasher on her desk as she softly murmured, "Hibernate," The reaction was instant as the buzzing little prototype powered down. It was harmless, for the most part, but she couldn't risk having another person in the room while it was activated.
Rufus opened the door, still wary, just in case but once he took a look around, he stepped inside. Blue eyes glanced over the papers on her desk and at the miniature slasher but Rufus just raised one eyebrow before looking back at her.
"I wanted to see what progress you had made on designing weapons," Rufus said bluntly, there was no reason to hide that he was here to discuss business. "Reeve will also be visiting Gongaga to discuss things."
The ex-Head of Weapons wasn't surprised to see she'd been correct when Rufus entered. Spinning her chair around so she could face the young President, she smoothly crossed one leg over her knee as she smiled at Rufus.
"And here I thought it was a social visit," Scarlet lightly teased before the teasing air around her disappeared at the mention of Reeve. He was one of the last people she ever wanted to see, Reeve and Palmer. The others in the past had at least been tolerable, to a degree. "And just what things would that useless man need to discuss?"
She had a fairly good idea, but she wanted verbal confirmation.
"I doubt you are surprised it isn't," Rufus commented in a flat tone before he took a drink of his coffee, noticing the disappointment at the mention of Reeve but he resisted the urge to smirk.
"He wants to go over the blueprints you've been working on and how they will be used by the WRO forces," Rufus explained casually.
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A knock at the door drew her attention away from the blueprint beneath her, and over towards the door. Considering that the Turks avoided her like the plague, and other than them, there wasn't anyone else here but Rufus, Scarlet had a fair idea of who was at her door.
She'd been wondering when he'd come to bother her.
Placing her pencil on the page, Scarlet reached forward to poke the front of the miniature slasher on her desk as she softly murmured, "Hibernate," The reaction was instant as the buzzing little prototype powered down. It was harmless, for the most part, but she couldn't risk having another person in the room while it was activated.
"It's open," Scarlet called out.
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"I wanted to see what progress you had made on designing weapons," Rufus said bluntly, there was no reason to hide that he was here to discuss business. "Reeve will also be visiting Gongaga to discuss things."
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"And here I thought it was a social visit," Scarlet lightly teased before the teasing air around her disappeared at the mention of Reeve. He was one of the last people she ever wanted to see, Reeve and Palmer. The others in the past had at least been tolerable, to a degree. "And just what things would that useless man need to discuss?"
She had a fairly good idea, but she wanted verbal confirmation.
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"He wants to go over the blueprints you've been working on and how they will be used by the WRO forces," Rufus explained casually.
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