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Who: Rufus and Elena
Status: Closed
When: 800am
Where: Shin-Ra - President's floor
What: It hasn't been a good night on anyone's side with vanishing weapons, blood everywhere, and Shin-Ra preparing for the worst.
Rufus Shinra, to not put too fine a point on it, looked like shit.
His office wasn't much better.
After coming in the night before, he had set Sephiroth's blade on pegs behind his desk, the place it had occupied until eight months ago when he'd moved it as well as Kadaj and Yazoo's weapons to his home. He had noticed it vanishing at some point last night, but he'd put that off to being mildly drunk. He'd been hallucinating Reeve sitting and talking to him earlier, so why not a vanishing sword. He was sure it would be back by morning.
It had been. Unfortunately, it had also been dripping blood which had ran down and stained his pristine white wall, not to mention the floor beneath. At five o'clock in the morning with the first rays of morning light pouring through his window wall, Rufus had been able to only stare at the mess with the stench of slaughter clogging his senses.
The past three hours had been spent washing the wall down as best he could as well as the carpeting and the blade itself. Sephiroth's sword sat spotless on its hooks once more, snug and secure inside its leather sheath. His wall was in marginally better shape, but anyone who has tried to get red that had dried for an hour or so out of white paint knew how impossible a task Rufus had been facing there. The floor beneath could have been explained by a spilled glass of wine. Rufus had cleaned up the chunks and tiny strips of flesh that had dripped off the gore-slicked sword onto his floor and those as well as his cleaning materials were shoved in the bottom of his trash can. The shirt he had been wearing then as well as that pair of white pants had joined all that, both covered with pink or red splatters from where he had been cleaning. Atop the can were the remains of his broken tumbler that he'd thrown at the other wall last night. He moved his bookcase to cover that splash on the wall. He would just have to say that he was mildly drunk (as he had been) and heaved a tumble of merlot at the wall. As far as he knew, none of his Turks were refined enough to know that merlot was never drank from something as crass as a tumbler or that it would dry with that rusty look beneath the paint but instead be purplish.
And fuck if he didn't need his pills! Amphetamine crash was not a good thing. He needed his pills, and that meant letting Elena in here even if he could still smell blood on the air beneath all those cleaning products. Changing clothes quickly, he sat down behind his desk, trying to appear normal even if the shadows under his eyes were more pronounced than ever, his attention wavering constantly. Just as soon as he had one of his pills, he'd be fine.
Status: Closed
When: 800am
Where: Shin-Ra - President's floor
What: It hasn't been a good night on anyone's side with vanishing weapons, blood everywhere, and Shin-Ra preparing for the worst.
Rufus Shinra, to not put too fine a point on it, looked like shit.
His office wasn't much better.
After coming in the night before, he had set Sephiroth's blade on pegs behind his desk, the place it had occupied until eight months ago when he'd moved it as well as Kadaj and Yazoo's weapons to his home. He had noticed it vanishing at some point last night, but he'd put that off to being mildly drunk. He'd been hallucinating Reeve sitting and talking to him earlier, so why not a vanishing sword. He was sure it would be back by morning.
It had been. Unfortunately, it had also been dripping blood which had ran down and stained his pristine white wall, not to mention the floor beneath. At five o'clock in the morning with the first rays of morning light pouring through his window wall, Rufus had been able to only stare at the mess with the stench of slaughter clogging his senses.
The past three hours had been spent washing the wall down as best he could as well as the carpeting and the blade itself. Sephiroth's sword sat spotless on its hooks once more, snug and secure inside its leather sheath. His wall was in marginally better shape, but anyone who has tried to get red that had dried for an hour or so out of white paint knew how impossible a task Rufus had been facing there. The floor beneath could have been explained by a spilled glass of wine. Rufus had cleaned up the chunks and tiny strips of flesh that had dripped off the gore-slicked sword onto his floor and those as well as his cleaning materials were shoved in the bottom of his trash can. The shirt he had been wearing then as well as that pair of white pants had joined all that, both covered with pink or red splatters from where he had been cleaning. Atop the can were the remains of his broken tumbler that he'd thrown at the other wall last night. He moved his bookcase to cover that splash on the wall. He would just have to say that he was mildly drunk (as he had been) and heaved a tumble of merlot at the wall. As far as he knew, none of his Turks were refined enough to know that merlot was never drank from something as crass as a tumbler or that it would dry with that rusty look beneath the paint but instead be purplish.
And fuck if he didn't need his pills! Amphetamine crash was not a good thing. He needed his pills, and that meant letting Elena in here even if he could still smell blood on the air beneath all those cleaning products. Changing clothes quickly, he sat down behind his desk, trying to appear normal even if the shadows under his eyes were more pronounced than ever, his attention wavering constantly. Just as soon as he had one of his pills, he'd be fine.