"A Turk's Tale" - Prologue
Right, this is the introduction to my story "A Turk's Tale" and I think it's a bit redundant to say that all characters belong to squaresoft and so on. Actually, I wonder what happens if u don't, if you just go right on to the story? Let's say i won't. I simply refuse to, for no good reason. Like, is squaresoft gonna send ppl after me or something? Heh, yeah right.
*knock on the door*
voice: Open up. SquareSoft Client Squad!
"Client Squad"? That's _got_ to be evil! gahh! o.o okay okay! I'll say it! Allcharacter'sarecopytrightedbysquaresoftandidon'townanyofthemoreven!! Go away now!! GO!! LEAVE ME ALONEEE!!
voice: Er.. sir? we just wanted to show you some catalogues for games u might be interested in.. Perhaps we should just.. er.. slip them under the door.
voice2: psst.. whisper whisper. (jeez, what a freak.)
*ahem*
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"Each sector used to have a name, though no-one in Midgar remembers them anymore..."
Next stop: Restan District. Restan district.
The Turk folded his newspaper haphazardly and shoved it into his briefcase. What a day. Paperwork piled upon paperwork. He joined the Turks for the action, the rush - not to be stuck in an office filing senseless reports.
"Give me a field mission - just _one_ good field mission and you won't regret it" he said out loud to himself, throwing his head back.
People were staring. He gulped and composed himself, puting on his serious 'Turk face'. Be cool. Be cool. You're a turk. Everyone on this train respects you and looks up to you as Shinra's elite. Don't screw up during your first month, that's all. Make a name for yourself and then you can go doing whatever you like.
Next stop, Dail district. Dail district.
The train whistled loudly as it skidded to a halt. He got up, still mainting his Ideal Turk posture, glanced around the wagon and left. So easy to get around this town, he thought. Anyone could take that train straight up to the Shinra building and try to break in or something. They should get some chekpoints or alarms or hell, any kind of security. Hmm... he smiled to himself, proudly. ID checks. He'd suggest that to the R&D chief first thing tommorrow morning.
Once outside the train, he made his ways through the narrow shady streets of the Dail district. Twice he stopped, lost and took out a little matchbox from his pocket, glanced at it, then shoved it back inside. Right. No.. left. No.. Damn it, how'd the others find this bar in the first place? The only illumination in these streets was from the neon sign which hung above doors and on walls. Gamble Now. Hot Chicks. Best Weapons. He was starting to think that they'd tricked him. What if there was no bar after all..? No, he had the matchbox. Another glance at it. "The Velvet Room - Dail District". Go on then he smirked. Try and get the rookie Turk lost. Won't work. He stopped suddenly and laughed to himself. A test!! That's what it was! He had to reason this one out. What did he know about them? They were Turks. Alright, that's one. What else? Well, the bald guy didn't talk much. The tall one was very.. well, 'smooth'. Okay, so they keep to themselves and look good. No, that's not it. They're pro's. A Turk is arrogant by nature. They don't want to be where everyone is. They want something private. Something elite, like themselves. Something hidden. Something... underground. He smiled. Not bad, for a rookie, huh? In a flash he whipped out his mobile and dialed the main shinra building. "Hello, Urban Development? This is ID#4591-Z requesting a list of buildings with basements or garages registered to commercial establishments in the Dail District. Sure, I'll hold. Right. Uh huh. And... what was that last one? Okay, great. Thanks a lot, Reeve."
Putting the phone away hastily, he dashed off towards the first location. Nothing. Second... a tattoo shop. Finally, he found himself in front of the third and last place Reeve had given him. An old building with a rusted iron door. Locked. Damn it. He was about to give up, take the train and go home when something flashed in the darkness next to the building. A neon sign in an alley. His eyes lit up. That _had_ to be it. They wouldn't put a sign there for no good reason, would they? He ran into the alley and waited for the sign to flash again, impatient like a little kid unwrapping a gift. It did, and this time he could clearly make out a neon "Velvet" written on it and the outline of a side door do the building beside it. He laughed out loud again and opened the door.
Bass playing, dim blue lighting, black granite-top tables, an aquarium.. and the extensive bar filled with more drinks than you can name in a month. This had to be the place. And if he was still in doubt, the fact that there were three men in navy blue suits sitting round a table looking right at him did away with that. He smiled broadly to himself and made towards them. So he was finally inside. This is where shinra's elite 'hang out'. Nice. One of them, Wutain and the tallest of the three stood up to greet him. There was a brief, curteous smile on his lips then a glance at his watch before he finally held out his hand and said. "Welcome. You're late, Vincent Valentine."
Right, this is the introduction to my story "A Turk's Tale" and I think it's a bit redundant to say that all characters belong to squaresoft and so on. Actually, I wonder what happens if u don't, if you just go right on to the story? Let's say i won't. I simply refuse to, for no good reason. Like, is squaresoft gonna send ppl after me or something? Heh, yeah right.
*knock on the door*
voice: Open up. SquareSoft Client Squad!
"Client Squad"? That's _got_ to be evil! gahh! o.o okay okay! I'll say it! Allcharacter'sarecopytrightedbysquaresoftandidon'townanyofthemoreven!! Go away now!! GO!! LEAVE ME ALONEEE!!
voice: Er.. sir? we just wanted to show you some catalogues for games u might be interested in.. Perhaps we should just.. er.. slip them under the door.
voice2: psst.. whisper whisper. (jeez, what a freak.)
*ahem*
-------
"Each sector used to have a name, though no-one in Midgar remembers them anymore..."
Next stop: Restan District. Restan district.
The Turk folded his newspaper haphazardly and shoved it into his briefcase. What a day. Paperwork piled upon paperwork. He joined the Turks for the action, the rush - not to be stuck in an office filing senseless reports.
"Give me a field mission - just _one_ good field mission and you won't regret it" he said out loud to himself, throwing his head back.
People were staring. He gulped and composed himself, puting on his serious 'Turk face'. Be cool. Be cool. You're a turk. Everyone on this train respects you and looks up to you as Shinra's elite. Don't screw up during your first month, that's all. Make a name for yourself and then you can go doing whatever you like.
Next stop, Dail district. Dail district.
The train whistled loudly as it skidded to a halt. He got up, still mainting his Ideal Turk posture, glanced around the wagon and left. So easy to get around this town, he thought. Anyone could take that train straight up to the Shinra building and try to break in or something. They should get some chekpoints or alarms or hell, any kind of security. Hmm... he smiled to himself, proudly. ID checks. He'd suggest that to the R&D chief first thing tommorrow morning.
Once outside the train, he made his ways through the narrow shady streets of the Dail district. Twice he stopped, lost and took out a little matchbox from his pocket, glanced at it, then shoved it back inside. Right. No.. left. No.. Damn it, how'd the others find this bar in the first place? The only illumination in these streets was from the neon sign which hung above doors and on walls. Gamble Now. Hot Chicks. Best Weapons. He was starting to think that they'd tricked him. What if there was no bar after all..? No, he had the matchbox. Another glance at it. "The Velvet Room - Dail District". Go on then he smirked. Try and get the rookie Turk lost. Won't work. He stopped suddenly and laughed to himself. A test!! That's what it was! He had to reason this one out. What did he know about them? They were Turks. Alright, that's one. What else? Well, the bald guy didn't talk much. The tall one was very.. well, 'smooth'. Okay, so they keep to themselves and look good. No, that's not it. They're pro's. A Turk is arrogant by nature. They don't want to be where everyone is. They want something private. Something elite, like themselves. Something hidden. Something... underground. He smiled. Not bad, for a rookie, huh? In a flash he whipped out his mobile and dialed the main shinra building. "Hello, Urban Development? This is ID#4591-Z requesting a list of buildings with basements or garages registered to commercial establishments in the Dail District. Sure, I'll hold. Right. Uh huh. And... what was that last one? Okay, great. Thanks a lot, Reeve."
Putting the phone away hastily, he dashed off towards the first location. Nothing. Second... a tattoo shop. Finally, he found himself in front of the third and last place Reeve had given him. An old building with a rusted iron door. Locked. Damn it. He was about to give up, take the train and go home when something flashed in the darkness next to the building. A neon sign in an alley. His eyes lit up. That _had_ to be it. They wouldn't put a sign there for no good reason, would they? He ran into the alley and waited for the sign to flash again, impatient like a little kid unwrapping a gift. It did, and this time he could clearly make out a neon "Velvet" written on it and the outline of a side door do the building beside it. He laughed out loud again and opened the door.
Bass playing, dim blue lighting, black granite-top tables, an aquarium.. and the extensive bar filled with more drinks than you can name in a month. This had to be the place. And if he was still in doubt, the fact that there were three men in navy blue suits sitting round a table looking right at him did away with that. He smiled broadly to himself and made towards them. So he was finally inside. This is where shinra's elite 'hang out'. Nice. One of them, Wutain and the tallest of the three stood up to greet him. There was a brief, curteous smile on his lips then a glance at his watch before he finally held out his hand and said. "Welcome. You're late, Vincent Valentine."