Shin-Ra Company
Who: Rufus Shinra
Status: Erm... semi-open? His office is shut, but Turks have keys and his office phone and cellphone are on for calls.
When: 11:50pm
Where: Shin-Ra Company - Rufus' office
What: Afterhours. Rufus talking to himself.
Warning: The characters seen in this first part are not the real ones. They are Rufus talking to himself/mildly hallucinating/semi-drunk/whatever. He's running on low sleep, been taking speed, and has a had a drink (or two) on top of it. Also, these are not meant to be true representations of the chars, it's merely how Rufus perceives them at the moment.
Rufus Shinra was not a man that got falling-down drunk, even in the privacy of his own home or office. That held true even tonight as he stared out one of his office's massive windows and sipped a whiskey on the rocks. The alcohol was bitter on his tongue, but it would help him sleep tonight. He needed to. While not the smartest man on chemical interactions and the human body, Rufus did recognize the fact that he'd been barely sleeping lately, an hour or two at most, and it was soon going to start telling on his face or judgement. With tomorrow, he'd need to be sharp.
"You've gone and fouled it this time, boy."
Rufus ignored the ghostly image reflected in the glass of his father. Talking to himself had become a common practice for Rufus, a man who spent a good deal of time alone. It often helped him plan things, talk problems out, or just break the silence. While it wasn't exactly the norm for his inner thoughts to take on a physical form, he knew it for what it was instead of some supernatural occurrence.
"I left you this company, the one I built from the ground up, and what have you done with it? Pissed it away!"
Rufus pressed his cold glass against his forehead, sighing to himself. "It will be all right. I know what I'm doing."
The former President Shin-Ra huffed as he plunked his massive weight down in one of the chairs. "The public is going to crush you."
"They can try."
With that, his father was gone, replaced by Reeve Tuesti. That militaristic get up he wore never failed to irritate Rufus. Someday it was going to work against him when the media seized on it along with the fact that Reeve commanded the only standing army. The rumours of military dictatorship were going to fly when they did.
"You really don't like me, do you?" Reeve asked.
"Not particularly, not right now," Rufus replied, draining his glass and headed back to the bar.
"Why?"
"You're a jumped architect, a sanctimonious arsehole, and everytime I look at you or think of you, it makes me vaguely ill to consider that you have what should be mine? Good enough? You're as bad of a criminal, if not worse, that my father ever was because you sat back and let it happen. But oh no! The great Reeve Tuesti is as pure as the newly fallen snow because he did something long after the fact. Somehow that washes away all the guilt on you."
The vision of Reeve that sat in the chair shook his head. "I didn't have that much control..."
Rufus whirled around and threw his tumbler to the other side of the room, the delicate glass and ice cubes spraying across the wall and on the floor. "Bullshit! You were on the board of directors! You're just as guilty as any of them were! As he was! But everyone just fucking loves you for some reason. What do you know about running a planet, you toymaker? Nothing. All you know about is fancy uniforms and robotic dolls."
"I've managed to keep the WRO up and running this long."
"Luck," Rufus growled as he snagged another tumbler and simply poured whiskey into it this time. Ice cubes were overrated. He'd be a little hungover tomorrow, but he had asprin for that. "Let's see how well you do now, shall we?"
Rufus' father grinned from the couch where he had reappeared. "That's my boy."
Rufus took a sip of the liquor, staring hard at the image of Reeve Tuesti. "Let's see how much the people love you when the money runs out or your ideas dry up. Let's see how great they think you are when Shin-Ra rolls out production of these new solar cells in a week or two."
"Or if you join forces with BioFuse and crush the WRO between the two," his father suggested slyly.
"There might be no coming back if you do, Rufus," spoke up another voice, this one from a blond man leaning against the far rain-streaked glass window like some hero in a tragic play. For once, he was without the massive sword strapped to his back. "If you break the WRO, tear it down, there won't be any coming back. You're better than that."
"Shut up, Strife!" Rufus snarled at him. "I don't want to be like you. Don't you understand that at all? You keep going on about me being a good man when I'm not! I don't want to be. I don't want to be some anti-hero that you keep trying to cast me as. You go out and cry in the rain because you're misunderstood and me... I'll do what I do best and survive. I don't care what people think of me."
"You care," he said, turning to look at Rufus.
Rufus snorted, taking a drink. "I don't. I can't make you understand that. A blind man doesn't miss sight he never had or want it after awhile. Just go away. All of you."
He ran a hand over his eyes as he sat down on the couch and stretched out. When he opened his eyes again, they were gone and he was alone.
Status: Erm... semi-open? His office is shut, but Turks have keys and his office phone and cellphone are on for calls.
When: 11:50pm
Where: Shin-Ra Company - Rufus' office
What: Afterhours. Rufus talking to himself.
Warning: The characters seen in this first part are not the real ones. They are Rufus talking to himself/mildly hallucinating/semi-drunk/whatever. He's running on low sleep, been taking speed, and has a had a drink (or two) on top of it. Also, these are not meant to be true representations of the chars, it's merely how Rufus perceives them at the moment.
Rufus Shinra was not a man that got falling-down drunk, even in the privacy of his own home or office. That held true even tonight as he stared out one of his office's massive windows and sipped a whiskey on the rocks. The alcohol was bitter on his tongue, but it would help him sleep tonight. He needed to. While not the smartest man on chemical interactions and the human body, Rufus did recognize the fact that he'd been barely sleeping lately, an hour or two at most, and it was soon going to start telling on his face or judgement. With tomorrow, he'd need to be sharp.
"You've gone and fouled it this time, boy."
Rufus ignored the ghostly image reflected in the glass of his father. Talking to himself had become a common practice for Rufus, a man who spent a good deal of time alone. It often helped him plan things, talk problems out, or just break the silence. While it wasn't exactly the norm for his inner thoughts to take on a physical form, he knew it for what it was instead of some supernatural occurrence.
"I left you this company, the one I built from the ground up, and what have you done with it? Pissed it away!"
Rufus pressed his cold glass against his forehead, sighing to himself. "It will be all right. I know what I'm doing."
The former President Shin-Ra huffed as he plunked his massive weight down in one of the chairs. "The public is going to crush you."
"They can try."
With that, his father was gone, replaced by Reeve Tuesti. That militaristic get up he wore never failed to irritate Rufus. Someday it was going to work against him when the media seized on it along with the fact that Reeve commanded the only standing army. The rumours of military dictatorship were going to fly when they did.
"You really don't like me, do you?" Reeve asked.
"Not particularly, not right now," Rufus replied, draining his glass and headed back to the bar.
"Why?"
"You're a jumped architect, a sanctimonious arsehole, and everytime I look at you or think of you, it makes me vaguely ill to consider that you have what should be mine? Good enough? You're as bad of a criminal, if not worse, that my father ever was because you sat back and let it happen. But oh no! The great Reeve Tuesti is as pure as the newly fallen snow because he did something long after the fact. Somehow that washes away all the guilt on you."
The vision of Reeve that sat in the chair shook his head. "I didn't have that much control..."
Rufus whirled around and threw his tumbler to the other side of the room, the delicate glass and ice cubes spraying across the wall and on the floor. "Bullshit! You were on the board of directors! You're just as guilty as any of them were! As he was! But everyone just fucking loves you for some reason. What do you know about running a planet, you toymaker? Nothing. All you know about is fancy uniforms and robotic dolls."
"I've managed to keep the WRO up and running this long."
"Luck," Rufus growled as he snagged another tumbler and simply poured whiskey into it this time. Ice cubes were overrated. He'd be a little hungover tomorrow, but he had asprin for that. "Let's see how well you do now, shall we?"
Rufus' father grinned from the couch where he had reappeared. "That's my boy."
Rufus took a sip of the liquor, staring hard at the image of Reeve Tuesti. "Let's see how much the people love you when the money runs out or your ideas dry up. Let's see how great they think you are when Shin-Ra rolls out production of these new solar cells in a week or two."
"Or if you join forces with BioFuse and crush the WRO between the two," his father suggested slyly.
"There might be no coming back if you do, Rufus," spoke up another voice, this one from a blond man leaning against the far rain-streaked glass window like some hero in a tragic play. For once, he was without the massive sword strapped to his back. "If you break the WRO, tear it down, there won't be any coming back. You're better than that."
"Shut up, Strife!" Rufus snarled at him. "I don't want to be like you. Don't you understand that at all? You keep going on about me being a good man when I'm not! I don't want to be. I don't want to be some anti-hero that you keep trying to cast me as. You go out and cry in the rain because you're misunderstood and me... I'll do what I do best and survive. I don't care what people think of me."
"You care," he said, turning to look at Rufus.
Rufus snorted, taking a drink. "I don't. I can't make you understand that. A blind man doesn't miss sight he never had or want it after awhile. Just go away. All of you."
He ran a hand over his eyes as he sat down on the couch and stretched out. When he opened his eyes again, they were gone and he was alone.