Just a short little blurb...one of the varying interactions that these two have. DISCLAIMER: Vincent Valentine, Chaos, Hojo, Shinra Inc., the Turks and any familiarity all belong to Square Enix. I gain no profit from the random situation that I throw any of them into.
The universe had caught him once again reminiscing about the past. What he caused, what he could have prevented. But tonight; instead of thoughts turning to Lucrecia, Hojo, and his erring failure that indirectly led to a planet in detriment...
They were dry, sarcastic, and even humorous.
Once again did he obtain a parchment, detailing in a refined and extensive dance of vocabulary various reasons for returning to the Department of Administrative Research. More commonly known to the world as the Turks. The envelope hadn't even been opened, simply tossed into the fire.
Though he had to give credit. They were able to track and find his locations; a few times the letter had been there before he had even arrived.
Shinra Inc. The superpower that still held the world under it's thumb. It amused him, in a sick, twisted and dark way. Shinra was originally a small weapons manufacturer known as the Shinra Manufacturing Works. Only after the discovery of Planetary Refinement did they swell almost overnight, eventually expanding into the realms of Military and Space Science.
And things of darker natures. A Turk didn't retire. The only way to freely leave the company? First Class one-way ticket via Body Bag. They simply knew too much. It would be a risk to allow any other option.
The only man to get out of that restriction was sitting precariously on a branch of a pristine petrified Oak. One of the many trees in the Forgotten Capital. Vincent Valentine was free... to an extent.
You're moping again...but I have to give you credit...the subject isn't as depressing as the last hundred times. Ah yes, one of the four reasons of that freedom. And the most powerful. Chaos, soul wrought of Terra corrupt. A weapon forged by the very planet itself. Why don't you just accept...it would be more entertaining than your need for endless wandering. Eternity isn't fast, you know.
Scowling behind his crimson collar, Vincent turned inward, and opened his eyes to look the Hellion in the face. "I'd rather not be reminded of my failure..."
Smart reasoning Ice-Brain. You remind yourself daily. What would the difference be? The daemon was sharper than any blade, that was for sure. "...The difference is Sin, Chaos. I'd rather continue my path of penance..." The Weapon smirked, showing fang, and a smug expression upon a grey visage. You're falling.
What?
Then it hit him. Or rather, he hit it...the ground that is.
"...Cheeky bastard."
Thank you~