Complementarity
Vincent lounged on a fourth storey windowsill on the boarder between Sector One and Sector Eight, watching the confusion as out-of-control security robots, Beasts ‒as the feral Deepgrounders were properly called‒ and a good number of the more mentally damaged regular Deepgrounders reached the Plate and dispersed through the street, wreaking havoc. No snipers ‒Vincent had quietly disposed of those of the elite shooters unable to adjust to their new situation‒ but a solid quantity of heavy swordsmen and troopers armed with machine and sub-machine guns. These SOLDIERs had reached the Plate's surface through the sewers, train tunnels and various other hidden passages, driving the local monster population ahead of them. As a result the entire Plate was crawling with a disorganised mass of Turks, ShinRa SOLDIERs, Deepgrounders, robots and monsters, all running around in groups and attacking each-other. Well, the ShinRa forces were ignoring or aiding each-other, but that was the extent of cooperation being shown; the mayhem was awe-inspiring. It was going to take hours to get Midgar back to normal and most likely things would still be disorganised in the morning.
Swinging sabaton-topped boots idly, Vincent spotted Zack Fair leaving the ShinRa building headed towards Sector Eight. That was just asking for trouble: Turks ‒and only Turks‒ patrolled the entertainment district. Oh, and the spiky-haired brunet was dressed in black now; his promotion must have gone through. The boy was being groomed for command, possibly to replace Sephiroth when Hojo's scheduled 'Reunion' finally came around. His charisma and dutiful obedience to orders made him the kind of SOLDIER the President approved of: a biddable poster boy. Hopefully the little puppy would grow out of his trusting naïveté soon.
Turning her attention back to Sector One ‒Zack could take care of himself‒ the rogue Turk spotted a very familiar SOLDIER in purple dancing around a pair of berserk robots, the remains of another one scattered across the road: Kunsel. As soon as she recognised him the red-eyed avatar of Chaos felt her clothing shift and change into Draculina's usual garb.
Go play with the little spy, paradox mine, the herald of OMEGA purred in her head. Perhaps a little violence and shared danger will relax him enough for him to forget his paranoia-inspired chivalry and show proper appreciation for your body.
Vincent gritted her teeth at her tenant's amusement at her situation but dropped from her perch and hurried towards the fight, loosening the pair of long knives in their sheaths crossed over the small of her back. She loved Kunsel, she really, truly did, but his phobia of uncovering his eyes meant that despite dating for eight whole months they hadn't moved past slightly awkward if heated kissing and fevered groping. Of course Draculina's clothes were tight enough to make taking them off the easiest way to get under them, but her boyfriend had thus far resisted the temptation of doing so, mostly because he was too busy dodging her attempts to take off his sunglasses so they could kiss properly. It was driving her crazy! She knew he was from Wutai and looked it ‒she'd hacked his SOLDIER records as soon as she realised he was serious about dating her‒ and honestly wasn't bothered. Really, so what? She was more worried about how he'd take it when he eventually found out that Draculina was just an aspect of the infamous Vincent Valentine.
With all of this in mind and a niggling sense that things would only snowball from here, Vincent equipped her two main knives with an Elemental linked to and Enemy Skill and a Gravity linked to an All respectively, ensured a Destruct and a Contain were equipped to her Outsider handgun and that Cerberus, her precious triple-barrelled semi-automatic revolver, was safely hidden away in her inventory. That gun was her favourite, made fer her personally back when the Weapons Development Department actually invested in prolonging the lives of the troops rather than building toys like the security robots, stupidly huge laser cannons and other rubbish Scarlet was so fond of. Cerberus was a work of art, a one-of-a-kind that identified her as Turk Vincent, elite, just as much as her red eyes did.
The formerly ShinRa-affiliated Turk had an advantage over every other person on the planet in that her Chaos gauntlet ‒currently masquerading as a trio of bracelets‒ acted as an equippable armlet but did not prevent her from wearing a proper one on her other arm as well. True, the gauntlet could only be equipped with Materia to be used offensively, but it was still a massive advantage. Her normal armlet, a Minerva Band, was armed with a Seal, a Restore, a Speed Plus, a Time linked to a Counter and a Shield that hadn't levelled up yet. Her 'Chaos Gauntlet' had equipped a Manipulate, a Mystify, a Comet, a W-Magic and an All, HP Absorb and Pre-Emptive which the WEAPON could move around to link to whichever Materia he wanted at short notice. She also had Typhoon, her favourite summon, equipped. The W-Magic was one of her most-used Materia, as it enabled her to shoot ‒always left-handed when she was Draculina‒ and throw spells simultaneously.
She joined the fight just after a pair of gargoyles and a Beast ambushed Kunsel from behind, taking down the Beast with a single Death-spelled shot from her Outsider before focussing on finishing off the robots, knives flashing. Behind her Kunsel made quick work of the gargoyles and found himself face-to-face with an irritated Behemoth. Vincent then lost her temper with both robots and monster, blasting all three of them with Comet All followed by Freeze All. Their enemies effectively Stopped, the disguised Turk finished them off with her knives.
"Wow," Kunsel gasped as the opposition fell apart into scrap metal and green swirls of Lifestream. The red-eyed fighter, her blood humming hotly, holstered her weapons, whirled around, stalked over to her boyfriend, wrenched up the visor of his helmet and kissed him. It didn't take the SOLDIER many moments to catch the mood: Mako enhanced all instincts, of which the principle three ‒Fight, Flight or Fuck‒ were most heavily boosted. They'd just done the first, which had set the mood for the last. Said instincts were part of why most SOLDIERs had casual partners within the program if they weren't in a committed relationship; Mako really did kick a person's libido into overdrive.
The incognito Turk let her boyfriend drag her into a handy dead end out of sight of the main road. "I don't care about your background," she muttered between kisses as she unbuckled the SOLDIER's armour, "I don't care who you've killed or why. You're mine and I'm not letting go, no matter what. I love you. Got that?"
"Crystal," Kunsel whispered into her throat as he unbuckled the back of her corset. "Sure you want to-"
"We can find somewhere more private next time," Vincent hissed firmly, running her nails down his torso as she wrenched off his sweater. Kunsel got the message and kissed her again fiercely, hands moving to unbuckle her belt. The impatient rogue Turk helped, her blood on fire and mind blessedly quiet. This was hers and hers alone and she wanted to savour it. There would be plenty of time later for being responsible.
Then her lover managed to loosen her trousers and coherent thought went out of the window completely.
Vincent's relationship with Kunsel progresses to the next level. A short chapter, but I have the next one to hand.
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