It's another late Saturday night at the Seventh Heaven bar, quite busy too. Bar owner, Tifa Lockhart, is doing quite well keeping up with business as she serves another drink on tap to her good friend and long time comrade, Captain Cid Highwind. "Another one on the house Cid." Tifa briefly speaks as she tends to her other patrons. Cid slightly nods at her as he held his glass up a bit to purse his lips around the glass. "And another scotch for you." Tifa had herself near an unknown person in a dark brown hooded cloak, who happens to be sitting next to the world famous pilot. The hooded figure speaks no words and leaves the bar maid the money due for the drink. People were in and out until it was close to closing time. The only two left were the captain and the hooded figure. Tifa didn't mind the hooded figure staying after hours as they caused no trouble and voluntarily helped clean up a bit.
"Where's tha' spikey head Cloud off ta, tonigh'?" Cid smirked at Tifa as he hasn't seen Cloud in quite some time. Tifa slowed down for a moment to chat with her friend. "Oh you know how Cloud is with his delivery service of his. He's been getting quite a lot of overnight jobs. Mostly to Junon." When she finished speaking, a few wandering men entered the tavern but when Tifa told them it was closing time and she was done serving drinks, they pulled out a few hand guns and held her up as they pistol whipped the captain in his forehead, causing him to fall out of the bar stool and feel light headed. "Give us all the Gil you have and nobody gets hurt.", one of the young punks demanded. The hooded figure, still untouched, abruptly interrupts as they get up from their seat and slowly walk towards the ones with guns pointing to them, "None of you rookies aren't going to get anything tonight. It is quite obvious it is your first time doing such a crime." A grin can be seen from under the hood as they continue to speak, "First off, none of you turned the safety off your Makarov pistols. You all are holding them on a sideways angle. Seems to me you're trying to steady the recoil. More of a style for revolvers. Plus I can see you're all shaking. See? Bunch of rookies." The hooded figure stands just inches away from the barrel of one of the Makarovs in their face when they grabbed the wrist of one of the men, twisting it enough to make them let go of their weapon. The other two try to shoot the person when their guns jam on them. The figure leg sweeps the first man to the ground as they hit their head and becomes unconscious due to a concussion. The other two charge at the figure with hand knives when the figure grabs the second man's arm, twists it and smashes their elbow on theirs causing it to dislocate. The third man grabs the hood and yanks it off, revealing a woman with long, raven black hair. "A w-woman! How...great." The woman turns around to grab the gun from the third man. She takes his arm, gun still in his grasp, behind his back and points it into his spine. "This one isn't jammed. Dare me to pull the trigger for you?" The cocky woman smirks when she removes the gun from the rookie's hand and disassembles it in front of him and tosses the pieces to the ground.
Shortly after, the Edge police arrive due to Tifa setting off the silent alarm from behind her counter As the officers haul away the hellions, Tifa tends to the gash on Cid's forehead, making sure her friend is fine. "Goddamned bastards did a number on mah head!" The captain grunts in pain as he slightly winces when blood drips down his face. "Tifa, I'll help him out while you get your money safe." The woman demands as she kneels down to Cid and finishes patching up the cut. "Yes, Kazumi. Thank goodness you were here tonight." Tifa smiled and nodded as she listened to her friend's words. Kazumi looks carefully at Cid's forehead. "Hrm. You're lucky this isn't that bad or else you'd need stitches. Just hold still." Kazumi wiped the blood off as she wraps a head bandage tight on his forehead. "Ya got some balls on ya, girly! Neva' I seen tha' before. Did Tif' say ya name's Kazzie? Wha' was that ya did on them boys?" The captain continues to hold his head in pain as Kazumi nods. "The name's Kazumi and that I did was called close quarters combat or CQC. Only found in the ShinRa military. I use it to live each day and night on the streets. Gotta survive somehow in this world." Kazumi looks away from him as she stands back up and heads toward the exit of the tavern. The captain slowly stands up as well and heads toward her and grabs her shoulder. "Why a girly like you livin' on the streets?" Kazumi stops and stands still, facing the doorway she speaks in a low tone. "Because some are not as fortunate as others." She turns around and looks up into Cid's eyes with a hard glare. "Just remember that. Never take what you have for granted. Your friends nor your family." Cid looks down at her and chuckles sarcastically. "Family my ass. I ain't have none!" He holds his hand out for a friendly shake. Kazumi looks down at his hand and firmly grasps onto it. "Kazumi Murasaki." The captain looks surprised at her as he never met a woman with such grasp. "Captain Cid Highwind but ya probably already knew that." She nods and lets go of his strong hand. "ex-First Lieutenant of the ShinRa army. Everybody's connected to the ShinRa one way or another." Kazumi turns back to the door and heads out. To Cid's surprise, he hasn't anything to say about that. "F-First Lieutenant? Since when did those ShinRa bastards let women join their army? Plus she ain't old 'nough to hold tha' kind o' rankin'." He looks out the door to find her but can't see her in sight. She vanished so suddenly. Is Kazumi who she reallys says or is she messing with everybody's minds?