[RL] Seventh Heaven - Lady & Tifa *BACKDATED LIEKWHOA*
The door of the bar clicked shut and Tifa turned to look down the stairs, wondering who could be visiting. No one had called, and it was far too early for someone to be coming in for a drink. She sighed, tugging a hand through her hair and smoothing her overskirt as she headed down the stairs slowly to find out who it could possibly be.
When she saw a woman standing there with a rocket launcher strapped to her back, it wasn't long before she realized there was something interesting to be heard about her. Tifa didn't reach for her gloves, however, and instead leaned against the doorway.
"Welcome to Seventh Heaven," she had to stop herself from the casual addition of 'in sector 7' as she had once been so accustomed to saying. "Anything I can help you with, today?" The woman resisted the urge to be sardonic, she just wasn't in the best of moods. She'd come to hunt Kadaj down and dealing with Dante's persistent denial of her aims hadn't exactly made her pleasant.
"I'm looking for someone." She walked over and seated herself comfortably at the bar, allowing Tifa to notice the other various firearms she was carrying.
"Can't say for sure if I can be of any help, or not." Tifa warned, "but, I'll do my best." She moved behind the bar and pulled out a small glass, obviously looking for some sort of instruction as to what to fill it with.
"Whiskey's fine, thanks. The guy I'm looking for. He's hard to miss. Silver hair, destructive tendencies, rude, obscene. Seen him?" Tifa's hand reached the whiskey bottle, then suddenly hesitated at the description. Clearly one of JENOVA's sons.
"Short or long hair," she asked, feigning a search for the proper drink.
"Short, I guess. Not much longer than mine." Tifa pulled the whiskey bottle and poured some for the woman, grabbing another glass and pouring some for herself as well.
"What'd you say your name was, again?"
"I didn't. Just call me Lady. So, you do know him." Lady took the glass, drinking some before pressing further. "He come through here often?"
"Right. Well, I'm Tifa. And, sorry to say, but he pretty much stays over in the Forgotten City, Ever since he came back," Tifa said plainly. "Why're you looking for Kadaj?" She took a drink. This seemed to catch Lady's interest; she knew Kadaj's name.
"Just how well do you know this guy?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Tifa retorted as she dropped the glass back to the bar counter. "Tell me why you want to find him."
"I don't have any plans his friends will like, I'll tell you that much." Lady murmured over her glass, taking a drink. "But, better me finding him than Dante. I'd hate to see what he'd look like once Dante's done." Tifa's eyes narrowed.
"Dante. As in... The Dante that Rufus owes?" The two women's eyes met for a moment and something seemed to click in each of their minds.
"--You know Dante!?" They both asked at once.
"You know Rufus," Tifa established. Lady nodded. "And Kadaj," another nod.
"How do you know Dante, though? He... he's not from here, he--...You're on DDD too, huh?" Lady seemed to realize, reaching up and raking a hand through her hair. "That's good news. So, you're not going to think I'm fucking crazy."
"Hey, you never know, I might still." Tifa informed with a slight grin that clearly contradicted her admonishment.
"That might not be such a bad assumption." The short-haired woman admitted, going on to explain her situation to the bartender. They spoke at length, Tifa trying to discourage the hunt and persecution of Kadaj out of some mixture of compassion and pity for the boy. Lady, on the other hand, would not be stopped.
The eventual agreement to disagree found them discussing far more menial matters. The recent fairytale virus that Lady had been lucky enough to avoid, the matter of Dante and Rufus' mutual despise.
"Guess it doesn't matter much," Lady informed finally, finishing off her second glass of whiskey. Time had seemed to pass quickly and people were slowly shuffling into the bar as they got off work. "I've got to make a pit stop to 'talk' to Dante anyway. If he stops in, don't tell him where to find Kadaj, yeah? I'd like to at least get a head-start." Tifa watched her set the glass down and move to pay. The woman stopped her, shaking her head.
"Don't worry about it, it's on the house. As for Dante, you be careful. I wouldn't want to be in your position, that's for sure. Kadaj is easily dealt with, but..." She bit her lip, eventually shrugging it off and turning to set the dirtied glasses in the sink. "Just saying. Be careful, Lady."
The other just nodded, brushing off Tifa's warnings as she pushed herself off the barstool, heels making a loud clack against the wooden floor, though it went unheard in the pleasant din of the bar.
"I know how to deal with him, I've been doing it long enough." She patted the rocket launcher on her back lovingly to illustrate her point, "Don't worry. You keep an eye on ShinRa, leave the other two to me." Tifa watched as she walked out, her lips remaining pursed with worry.
"His name's Rufus," she said to no one in particular and turned to grab shot glass for an incoming patron.
When she saw a woman standing there with a rocket launcher strapped to her back, it wasn't long before she realized there was something interesting to be heard about her. Tifa didn't reach for her gloves, however, and instead leaned against the doorway.
"Welcome to Seventh Heaven," she had to stop herself from the casual addition of 'in sector 7' as she had once been so accustomed to saying. "Anything I can help you with, today?" The woman resisted the urge to be sardonic, she just wasn't in the best of moods. She'd come to hunt Kadaj down and dealing with Dante's persistent denial of her aims hadn't exactly made her pleasant.
"I'm looking for someone." She walked over and seated herself comfortably at the bar, allowing Tifa to notice the other various firearms she was carrying.
"Can't say for sure if I can be of any help, or not." Tifa warned, "but, I'll do my best." She moved behind the bar and pulled out a small glass, obviously looking for some sort of instruction as to what to fill it with.
"Whiskey's fine, thanks. The guy I'm looking for. He's hard to miss. Silver hair, destructive tendencies, rude, obscene. Seen him?" Tifa's hand reached the whiskey bottle, then suddenly hesitated at the description. Clearly one of JENOVA's sons.
"Short or long hair," she asked, feigning a search for the proper drink.
"Short, I guess. Not much longer than mine." Tifa pulled the whiskey bottle and poured some for the woman, grabbing another glass and pouring some for herself as well.
"What'd you say your name was, again?"
"I didn't. Just call me Lady. So, you do know him." Lady took the glass, drinking some before pressing further. "He come through here often?"
"Right. Well, I'm Tifa. And, sorry to say, but he pretty much stays over in the Forgotten City, Ever since he came back," Tifa said plainly. "Why're you looking for Kadaj?" She took a drink. This seemed to catch Lady's interest; she knew Kadaj's name.
"Just how well do you know this guy?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Tifa retorted as she dropped the glass back to the bar counter. "Tell me why you want to find him."
"I don't have any plans his friends will like, I'll tell you that much." Lady murmured over her glass, taking a drink. "But, better me finding him than Dante. I'd hate to see what he'd look like once Dante's done." Tifa's eyes narrowed.
"Dante. As in... The Dante that Rufus owes?" The two women's eyes met for a moment and something seemed to click in each of their minds.
"--You know Dante!?" They both asked at once.
"You know Rufus," Tifa established. Lady nodded. "And Kadaj," another nod.
"How do you know Dante, though? He... he's not from here, he--...You're on DDD too, huh?" Lady seemed to realize, reaching up and raking a hand through her hair. "That's good news. So, you're not going to think I'm fucking crazy."
"Hey, you never know, I might still." Tifa informed with a slight grin that clearly contradicted her admonishment.
"That might not be such a bad assumption." The short-haired woman admitted, going on to explain her situation to the bartender. They spoke at length, Tifa trying to discourage the hunt and persecution of Kadaj out of some mixture of compassion and pity for the boy. Lady, on the other hand, would not be stopped.
The eventual agreement to disagree found them discussing far more menial matters. The recent fairytale virus that Lady had been lucky enough to avoid, the matter of Dante and Rufus' mutual despise.
"Guess it doesn't matter much," Lady informed finally, finishing off her second glass of whiskey. Time had seemed to pass quickly and people were slowly shuffling into the bar as they got off work. "I've got to make a pit stop to 'talk' to Dante anyway. If he stops in, don't tell him where to find Kadaj, yeah? I'd like to at least get a head-start." Tifa watched her set the glass down and move to pay. The woman stopped her, shaking her head.
"Don't worry about it, it's on the house. As for Dante, you be careful. I wouldn't want to be in your position, that's for sure. Kadaj is easily dealt with, but..." She bit her lip, eventually shrugging it off and turning to set the dirtied glasses in the sink. "Just saying. Be careful, Lady."
The other just nodded, brushing off Tifa's warnings as she pushed herself off the barstool, heels making a loud clack against the wooden floor, though it went unheard in the pleasant din of the bar.
"I know how to deal with him, I've been doing it long enough." She patted the rocket launcher on her back lovingly to illustrate her point, "Don't worry. You keep an eye on ShinRa, leave the other two to me." Tifa watched as she walked out, her lips remaining pursed with worry.
"His name's Rufus," she said to no one in particular and turned to grab shot glass for an incoming patron.