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Who: Vincent, Tseng
Status: Closed
When: 4:30 PM+
Where: Midgar -> Junon
What: Vincent grabs a WRO transport to Junon to take the boat to Costa del Sol. Midway through the trip, he receives a phonecall from Tseng.
The phone was angrily flashing with low battery when Vincent flipped it open to dial in the numbers, pressing send and quickly bringing it to his ear. He tilted his head, tucking the phone between his shoulder and cheek as he zipped up his bag of clothes, listening as the ring passed several tones with no pick up. Hanging up as it switched over to voicemail, he redialed the number, holding it with his right hand as his left grabbed the handles of his clothes bag and weapons case and brought them out of the bedroom. Vincent set them by the door, checking over the boat schedules he had placed on the small table in the entrance hallway. The next boat to Costa del Sol left in the next three hours - the distance from Midgar and Junon would be impossible to traverse on foot within that timeframe.
He rolled his shoulders, waiting for the other line to pick up, phone beeping in reminder of low battery. He never realized how aggravating it was when someone didn't pick up their phone until he was faced with the uninterrupted ringing.
At the last moment, however, the ringing stopped and a gruff voice sounded from the other line. "Y'ello?"
"Royce. When's your next transport to Junon?"
"I'm leaving headquarters now - you need a ride or something?"
Vincent hummed an affirmative, eliciting a snort from the other man.
"You've got great timing. Where you at?"
"Same place as last."
"I'll be by in a few minutes."
He hung up, phone letting out a final beep before going into save power mode. Tucking the phone into his pocket, he picked up his bags and exited the apartment to wait outside. True to Royce's word, he soon heard the rumbling sound of a large engine as the sixteen wheeler swung around the corner, the WRO's insignia gleaming against its side. He rounded the front of the vehicle, pausing as the passenger door swung open before hefting himself up. The full blast of the heated interior was welcome as he settled into the seat, resting his bags at his feet before shutting the door and buckling himself in.
"Where the heck are you going, anyhow?" Royce grumbled over to him as he pulled out of park and started down the road, heading for the main street that would lead them out of the area.
Royce was a big, thick man - but his physical attributes didn't reflect his intellect, so when Vincent simply uttered 'personal business' he didn't push it. More often than not it was him giving Vincent rides with the convoys, so Vincent was used to the driver's chatter - he listened with one ear, kept his eyes on the road to ensure Royce didn't run onto the sidewalk or over other cars, and replied to questions that needed answers. So, as Royce started up the conversation, Vincent leaned back in the warm seat and watched the road pass beneath them.
"I'm gonna be in Junon for a three days if you're comin' back then - picking up some of the boys coming in. You know what happened with Shin-Ra?" Vincent nodded. "Yeah, figured you did. Comissioner's bringing in some of the troops that aren't really needed out there - trying to keep resources centered, I think the memo said. Hell, bunch of people in the main building quit; some of the drivers, too. 'Prolly the last ride I can give you, while I'm at it. After the three days in Junon they've got me back in the barracks there."
Vincent glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes. "Why?"
"Security's tightening up - after the attacks." Here, Royce's voice dropped an octave. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "Sending the kids to my sister's, though." Vincent gave him a brief look, noticing then that for the first time Royce no longer wore his wedding ring. Royce must have noticed him looking, for he spoke again. "She was fucked up on Blitz again. Told her not to spend my money on that shit. I'm working twenty-four hour shifts, so the money better be going towards food or stuff for the kids. 'Swhat I told her."
"Do you know the source?" Vincent questioned. Royce threw him a suspicious look, causing him to shake his head. "For the research."
"Hell if I know. I'm not putting up with her to ask her - she probably wouldn't tell me, anyhow. Even if she remembered."
Royce didn't speak up afterwards, the interior of the vehicle growing quiet for an extended period of time - longer than Vincent was used to, coming from him. It wasn't until he estimated they were halfway along that Royce turned on the radio, filling the air with heavy strums of a guitar.
"You can get me a drink to pay me back," he said. Vincent turned his head to look at him, raising his eyebrows briefly. "What? Either that or pay for this big boy's gas."
Vincent scoffed softly. "I'll send you a bottle from Costa."
"My man."
Status: Closed
When: 4:30 PM+
Where: Midgar -> Junon
What: Vincent grabs a WRO transport to Junon to take the boat to Costa del Sol. Midway through the trip, he receives a phonecall from Tseng.
The phone was angrily flashing with low battery when Vincent flipped it open to dial in the numbers, pressing send and quickly bringing it to his ear. He tilted his head, tucking the phone between his shoulder and cheek as he zipped up his bag of clothes, listening as the ring passed several tones with no pick up. Hanging up as it switched over to voicemail, he redialed the number, holding it with his right hand as his left grabbed the handles of his clothes bag and weapons case and brought them out of the bedroom. Vincent set them by the door, checking over the boat schedules he had placed on the small table in the entrance hallway. The next boat to Costa del Sol left in the next three hours - the distance from Midgar and Junon would be impossible to traverse on foot within that timeframe.
He rolled his shoulders, waiting for the other line to pick up, phone beeping in reminder of low battery. He never realized how aggravating it was when someone didn't pick up their phone until he was faced with the uninterrupted ringing.
At the last moment, however, the ringing stopped and a gruff voice sounded from the other line. "Y'ello?"
"Royce. When's your next transport to Junon?"
"I'm leaving headquarters now - you need a ride or something?"
Vincent hummed an affirmative, eliciting a snort from the other man.
"You've got great timing. Where you at?"
"Same place as last."
"I'll be by in a few minutes."
He hung up, phone letting out a final beep before going into save power mode. Tucking the phone into his pocket, he picked up his bags and exited the apartment to wait outside. True to Royce's word, he soon heard the rumbling sound of a large engine as the sixteen wheeler swung around the corner, the WRO's insignia gleaming against its side. He rounded the front of the vehicle, pausing as the passenger door swung open before hefting himself up. The full blast of the heated interior was welcome as he settled into the seat, resting his bags at his feet before shutting the door and buckling himself in.
"Where the heck are you going, anyhow?" Royce grumbled over to him as he pulled out of park and started down the road, heading for the main street that would lead them out of the area.
Royce was a big, thick man - but his physical attributes didn't reflect his intellect, so when Vincent simply uttered 'personal business' he didn't push it. More often than not it was him giving Vincent rides with the convoys, so Vincent was used to the driver's chatter - he listened with one ear, kept his eyes on the road to ensure Royce didn't run onto the sidewalk or over other cars, and replied to questions that needed answers. So, as Royce started up the conversation, Vincent leaned back in the warm seat and watched the road pass beneath them.
"I'm gonna be in Junon for a three days if you're comin' back then - picking up some of the boys coming in. You know what happened with Shin-Ra?" Vincent nodded. "Yeah, figured you did. Comissioner's bringing in some of the troops that aren't really needed out there - trying to keep resources centered, I think the memo said. Hell, bunch of people in the main building quit; some of the drivers, too. 'Prolly the last ride I can give you, while I'm at it. After the three days in Junon they've got me back in the barracks there."
Vincent glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes. "Why?"
"Security's tightening up - after the attacks." Here, Royce's voice dropped an octave. There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. "Sending the kids to my sister's, though." Vincent gave him a brief look, noticing then that for the first time Royce no longer wore his wedding ring. Royce must have noticed him looking, for he spoke again. "She was fucked up on Blitz again. Told her not to spend my money on that shit. I'm working twenty-four hour shifts, so the money better be going towards food or stuff for the kids. 'Swhat I told her."
"Do you know the source?" Vincent questioned. Royce threw him a suspicious look, causing him to shake his head. "For the research."
"Hell if I know. I'm not putting up with her to ask her - she probably wouldn't tell me, anyhow. Even if she remembered."
Royce didn't speak up afterwards, the interior of the vehicle growing quiet for an extended period of time - longer than Vincent was used to, coming from him. It wasn't until he estimated they were halfway along that Royce turned on the radio, filling the air with heavy strums of a guitar.
"You can get me a drink to pay me back," he said. Vincent turned his head to look at him, raising his eyebrows briefly. "What? Either that or pay for this big boy's gas."
Vincent scoffed softly. "I'll send you a bottle from Costa."
"My man."