Author's Note: Wowee. I'm getting to be one lazy sonofabitch. Well, actually, just busy. If you forgot to check it, there's a chapter/author's note before this that you need to read, and so no one has to ask, we will not be seeing Cloud and Aeris. This is from Sephiroth's point of view, and so we will follow only Sephiroth. I need to know now, though, if you people are up for waiting for updates? Like I said. . .I'm lazy. Remember, Kiddies. Shop smart. Shop S-Mart. ( By the way, the sacrifice was shedding the Turk name to kill Rufus. No big secret. )
Silver Rose 2
by Reno Spiegel
Dante@towernetwork.net
March 4, 3078
Evening. Gates. Sector Four. 5:19 P.M.
"How 'bout some sing alongs?"
"I'll snap your neck." - Reno and Sephiroth, Sector Four
It took us a few days to get all the way to Midgar's Sector Four, and that was with one major problem: Reno somehow tipped his machine again and flooded the engine. After quite the debate, Rude decided he would take the drinks away for the rest of the ride and we waited in one of the tents he had packed for the craft to sort itself out.
Ever the clowns we are, especially in these situations.
Now we're twiddling our thumbs, sitting at the gates of Sector Four, because someone tipped Rufus off that we would be in town for a few days, and he met us here. I can't even begin to wonder who's tapping our lines now, but he's going to be hurting soon. Rufus, like I said, showed up here and dragged Reno off to have a meeting with him. The two of us were left to sit in the office of the man who runs the gates. Rude is sitting next to me, sipping coffee and reading the Daily Midgar Times, while I tap my foot and glance around angrily.
It's hard to sit here and not wonder where Aeris is and if she made it here alright. I wish she had a phone, that way I could call her.
Rude glances at me. I stare hard at him, capturing his gaze and not letting him look away. People tell me I have magnificent eyes, the kind that are too beautiful and frightening to look away from. By this time, they're leaning in a bit too close and I pop them one in the jaw. "What?"
He half-smirks at me, shakes his head, and somewhat fluffs the paper before folding it and putting it inside his suit. "Young love. Nervous as hell, worrying about your wife. I miss those days."
'I miss those days'? So, he was. . . "You were. . ." I would've never expected it from him. "Married?"
He nods as he tells me, "Three years, and I'll be we would've been together for many to come, but I gave it up to come into the Turks. She understood. Hell, if you come from Midgar, you'll know that, if you're offered even a shit job at ShinRa, you drop everything and leave. I suppose I'll go back and find her when this is all over. Said she'd wait for me, anyway."
I can tell by his voice that he knows she's already run off to some remote town with three kids and a new husband, probably one who has nothing to do with ShinRa and runs an honest business. The kinda guy that wears his name on his shirt and asks if someone found everything they needed at least ten times a day. The kind of person I used to be, in Icicle Inn.
Rude reaches up and fiddles with one of his earrings, spinning it around, and then picks the paper back up. About this time, the door opens and a few more people come in, walk to the desk, talk with the Gate operator, and walk right out. I count, as the third walks out, eighteen people that have passed since we'd run into Rufus. Enough for me to know something's gone wrong, but Rude still looks unfazed. I ask him, "You don't think anything happened, do you?"
He smiles. "You sound like a woman." Gee, thanks. "No, nothing's happened. Rufus always took this long to meet with us. If anything happens, Reno has my number, anyway." As if to reassure me, he taps the phone on his belt and goes back to reading about how three Junon kids were locked in a basement by a robber, who then turned the gas on and left the house, dropping off a time-bomb behind him. No one ever caught him, or her, really, and there's a funeral service with a speech by Mayor Domino next Friday. They're giving it a week so he can spruce up and have someone write said speech, I'm sure.
When you're an ex-Turk, you know the slimy underlayer of ShinRa business.
I stand up and walk to the window, looking out. They have artificial lighting, of course, attached to the Plate. It shines down beams through the holes in the buildings, with their broken doorframes and boarded-up windows, while a few gang-boys walk around, trying to look cool. There are no plants in this area, not like there were in Aeris' church -- truly, I've never before seen a sight like that. The shops are run by orphans while their fatass employer lays around eating cookies and starving them. One of the men down the street whips his workers if they can't make a hundred gil a day, then gives a fat bribe roll to the regular Force -- police -- to look the other way and go buy some illegal drugs.
And don't even get me started on Don Corneo.
The door opens, and I can tell right away it's Reno. Whenever he walks in, he throws the door open, but this one, attached to heavy-duty springs, swings back and smacks him in the face, something I catch just as I turn around. Rude takes another drink of his coffee and folds the paper, putting it inside his suit, then stands up and looks expectantly at our "leader."
Reno, a red mark on his forehead, looks pissed to see me so amused, and throws a bag at me, then one to the bald man across the room. "Rufus just asked what we were doing here and gave me our last pay." I remember my last pay, from working in the cafeteria. "But don't go spending all of it in one place."
Rude hangs his head and mutters something about an espresso machine add-on for his snowmobile. I snap my fingers without missing a beat. "Dammit, Reno, and I wanted a prize cactus for the kitchen." He shakes his head and calls us both morons. "Really, though, why save it? We have weapons, we have transport. . ."
I feel like the newbie when even Rude snorts. But Reno keys me in. "Dais is a mercenary. I called him up on the walk back over and he says he'll need at least five-thousand to help us, maybe extra if he has to get his hands dirty. And if they print him and lock him up, I agreed we'd pay his bail one way or another. Trust me, it'll be high."
I have to sigh. Five-thousand plus, and bail if it comes to that? I remember him being much more lenient when we were real ShinRa, but I guess that's just the way it goes. "So, we go, pick up Dais, get a night's rest, and do this in the morning."
"You're nuts," Reno grumbles, then shakes his head and says, slowly, as if talking to a child, "We're going to need a week or two of planning, Seph'. Rufus gave us our last pay, and that's a signal for, 'If I see you again, I'll stab you with this pen.' We're gonna need to sneak in, get all the way to the top, kill Rufus, and get the hell out of Midgar in a single day. Not only will we need to keep low-profile, we'll need to drop Dais off, and then the boat ride gives 'em plenty of opportunity to nab us once we hop on. Unle --"
Rude pops him one in the shoulder and jerks his thumb to the side of us. The old man who runs the Gates is standing there, eyes wide, with one hand on the receiver of his cordless phone. The color has gone out of his face, and his teeth are chattering, he's so scared. I'm about to give him my bag of gil when Rude's pistol comes out and delivers a single shot to the guy's forehead.
Low-profile my fucking ass. We're obvious and stupid.
About this time, I realize he's already run out the door, and Reno grabs my shirt as a start, then lets me go and takes off after him. As always, we get some odd looks as we power down the littered streets and dart into an alley, keeping a not-too-slow pace until we're sure we've gotten far enough lost to be hidden.
It's not unusual that Reno pants for a moment, then stands back up and tries to finish his train of thought. When Rude does something, you don't question it. Rude is right and there's no other way to put it. We were looking for a fifth Turk once, and a rookie came in the spar with me for the position. I swung hard enough with the Masamune that it imbedded into his rifle, and he decided to yell at me and demand I pay for the damages.
Rude held his face on that stove so long, when we buried him, his eyelids were melted so well with the eyeballs that you could catch a flash of blueish green in the right light.
Good times.
"Alright, Seph'." Rude's cut into the rambling of Reno's that I paid no attention to. "You lived here, you know people, right? We need men and women who can do something. Seein's how we're from Junon, we can't do squat. Know anybody?"
I think, after awhile with these two, something has to snap in your brain. The first time this occurs to me is now, when two names buzz loudly in my ears and I give off a sinister smirk that Reno looks uncomfortable with. "I can name two right off the bat. And I owe one of 'em a favor."
Author's Note: Alright, since I'm dying to update and I know you all hate cliffhangers. . .here's the end of Chapter Three! Muaha. Well, I won't be updating very frequently, as you can probably tell, until school lightens up on me and shit. Well, as for those two people. . .I'll give you electro-candy if you can name 'em.
Silver Rose 2
by Reno Spiegel
Dante@towernetwork.net
March 4, 3078
Evening. Gates. Sector Four. 5:19 P.M.
"How 'bout some sing alongs?"
"I'll snap your neck." - Reno and Sephiroth, Sector Four
It took us a few days to get all the way to Midgar's Sector Four, and that was with one major problem: Reno somehow tipped his machine again and flooded the engine. After quite the debate, Rude decided he would take the drinks away for the rest of the ride and we waited in one of the tents he had packed for the craft to sort itself out.
Ever the clowns we are, especially in these situations.
Now we're twiddling our thumbs, sitting at the gates of Sector Four, because someone tipped Rufus off that we would be in town for a few days, and he met us here. I can't even begin to wonder who's tapping our lines now, but he's going to be hurting soon. Rufus, like I said, showed up here and dragged Reno off to have a meeting with him. The two of us were left to sit in the office of the man who runs the gates. Rude is sitting next to me, sipping coffee and reading the Daily Midgar Times, while I tap my foot and glance around angrily.
It's hard to sit here and not wonder where Aeris is and if she made it here alright. I wish she had a phone, that way I could call her.
Rude glances at me. I stare hard at him, capturing his gaze and not letting him look away. People tell me I have magnificent eyes, the kind that are too beautiful and frightening to look away from. By this time, they're leaning in a bit too close and I pop them one in the jaw. "What?"
He half-smirks at me, shakes his head, and somewhat fluffs the paper before folding it and putting it inside his suit. "Young love. Nervous as hell, worrying about your wife. I miss those days."
'I miss those days'? So, he was. . . "You were. . ." I would've never expected it from him. "Married?"
He nods as he tells me, "Three years, and I'll be we would've been together for many to come, but I gave it up to come into the Turks. She understood. Hell, if you come from Midgar, you'll know that, if you're offered even a shit job at ShinRa, you drop everything and leave. I suppose I'll go back and find her when this is all over. Said she'd wait for me, anyway."
I can tell by his voice that he knows she's already run off to some remote town with three kids and a new husband, probably one who has nothing to do with ShinRa and runs an honest business. The kinda guy that wears his name on his shirt and asks if someone found everything they needed at least ten times a day. The kind of person I used to be, in Icicle Inn.
Rude reaches up and fiddles with one of his earrings, spinning it around, and then picks the paper back up. About this time, the door opens and a few more people come in, walk to the desk, talk with the Gate operator, and walk right out. I count, as the third walks out, eighteen people that have passed since we'd run into Rufus. Enough for me to know something's gone wrong, but Rude still looks unfazed. I ask him, "You don't think anything happened, do you?"
He smiles. "You sound like a woman." Gee, thanks. "No, nothing's happened. Rufus always took this long to meet with us. If anything happens, Reno has my number, anyway." As if to reassure me, he taps the phone on his belt and goes back to reading about how three Junon kids were locked in a basement by a robber, who then turned the gas on and left the house, dropping off a time-bomb behind him. No one ever caught him, or her, really, and there's a funeral service with a speech by Mayor Domino next Friday. They're giving it a week so he can spruce up and have someone write said speech, I'm sure.
When you're an ex-Turk, you know the slimy underlayer of ShinRa business.
I stand up and walk to the window, looking out. They have artificial lighting, of course, attached to the Plate. It shines down beams through the holes in the buildings, with their broken doorframes and boarded-up windows, while a few gang-boys walk around, trying to look cool. There are no plants in this area, not like there were in Aeris' church -- truly, I've never before seen a sight like that. The shops are run by orphans while their fatass employer lays around eating cookies and starving them. One of the men down the street whips his workers if they can't make a hundred gil a day, then gives a fat bribe roll to the regular Force -- police -- to look the other way and go buy some illegal drugs.
And don't even get me started on Don Corneo.
The door opens, and I can tell right away it's Reno. Whenever he walks in, he throws the door open, but this one, attached to heavy-duty springs, swings back and smacks him in the face, something I catch just as I turn around. Rude takes another drink of his coffee and folds the paper, putting it inside his suit, then stands up and looks expectantly at our "leader."
Reno, a red mark on his forehead, looks pissed to see me so amused, and throws a bag at me, then one to the bald man across the room. "Rufus just asked what we were doing here and gave me our last pay." I remember my last pay, from working in the cafeteria. "But don't go spending all of it in one place."
Rude hangs his head and mutters something about an espresso machine add-on for his snowmobile. I snap my fingers without missing a beat. "Dammit, Reno, and I wanted a prize cactus for the kitchen." He shakes his head and calls us both morons. "Really, though, why save it? We have weapons, we have transport. . ."
I feel like the newbie when even Rude snorts. But Reno keys me in. "Dais is a mercenary. I called him up on the walk back over and he says he'll need at least five-thousand to help us, maybe extra if he has to get his hands dirty. And if they print him and lock him up, I agreed we'd pay his bail one way or another. Trust me, it'll be high."
I have to sigh. Five-thousand plus, and bail if it comes to that? I remember him being much more lenient when we were real ShinRa, but I guess that's just the way it goes. "So, we go, pick up Dais, get a night's rest, and do this in the morning."
"You're nuts," Reno grumbles, then shakes his head and says, slowly, as if talking to a child, "We're going to need a week or two of planning, Seph'. Rufus gave us our last pay, and that's a signal for, 'If I see you again, I'll stab you with this pen.' We're gonna need to sneak in, get all the way to the top, kill Rufus, and get the hell out of Midgar in a single day. Not only will we need to keep low-profile, we'll need to drop Dais off, and then the boat ride gives 'em plenty of opportunity to nab us once we hop on. Unle --"
Rude pops him one in the shoulder and jerks his thumb to the side of us. The old man who runs the Gates is standing there, eyes wide, with one hand on the receiver of his cordless phone. The color has gone out of his face, and his teeth are chattering, he's so scared. I'm about to give him my bag of gil when Rude's pistol comes out and delivers a single shot to the guy's forehead.
Low-profile my fucking ass. We're obvious and stupid.
About this time, I realize he's already run out the door, and Reno grabs my shirt as a start, then lets me go and takes off after him. As always, we get some odd looks as we power down the littered streets and dart into an alley, keeping a not-too-slow pace until we're sure we've gotten far enough lost to be hidden.
It's not unusual that Reno pants for a moment, then stands back up and tries to finish his train of thought. When Rude does something, you don't question it. Rude is right and there's no other way to put it. We were looking for a fifth Turk once, and a rookie came in the spar with me for the position. I swung hard enough with the Masamune that it imbedded into his rifle, and he decided to yell at me and demand I pay for the damages.
Rude held his face on that stove so long, when we buried him, his eyelids were melted so well with the eyeballs that you could catch a flash of blueish green in the right light.
Good times.
"Alright, Seph'." Rude's cut into the rambling of Reno's that I paid no attention to. "You lived here, you know people, right? We need men and women who can do something. Seein's how we're from Junon, we can't do squat. Know anybody?"
I think, after awhile with these two, something has to snap in your brain. The first time this occurs to me is now, when two names buzz loudly in my ears and I give off a sinister smirk that Reno looks uncomfortable with. "I can name two right off the bat. And I owe one of 'em a favor."
Author's Note: Alright, since I'm dying to update and I know you all hate cliffhangers. . .here's the end of Chapter Three! Muaha. Well, I won't be updating very frequently, as you can probably tell, until school lightens up on me and shit. Well, as for those two people. . .I'll give you electro-candy if you can name 'em.