Post by sirxeko on Jul 24, 2009 0:11:07 GMT
Rufus jumped down the ladder, his coat billowing behind him on the decent. He buckled as he landed, barely staying on his feet. It was a bigger drop than he thought, good thing he had strong young legs ((EPIC FORESHADOWING!)) He stood up straight again and looked about the gloomy cavern, lit by the flames of lamps that had been lit for who knows how long, cables hanging from the walls, connecting the lamps to one another. Rufus was surprised the electricity still worked down here, especially when it didn't up above. He glanced up the ladder the way he came, he could just make out the shadows of his companions above. "Stay up there, the information I am after is top secret, and you are not permitted to come any further!" He called. He smiled. He had been cooped up for so long that it felt good to be reminded that he was still the boss. His smile was short lived, however. As he remembered the mission, his cool face became masked behind a sour look.
It was the same look he always wore when he was forced to go on these pointless "missions". It was the same crap over and over again with his father. Rufus was always running pointless errands, like escorting prisoners, or seeing off the troops, or in this case, collecting old documents. One would think that as vice-president, he would be given more important tasks, especially during a time of war. But after that last battle he couldn't really complain...mostly because he had no means by which to do it. He had not had any contact from anyone at Head Quarters since his initial post-battle report. That is to say, not until the day before.
He had received an email on his phone. At first it seemed like a generic status report; apparently some of the troops had yet to send in their reports. Rufus just skimmed the page, not really paying any attention. Not receiving reports was normal, of course. It had only been a few days, and many of the troops likely were busy recovering from serious injuries, although it seemed Sephiroth's name was on the list...that was odd. It was unlike Sephiroth to be late. But it didn't worry Rufus any, he continued skimming the page, retaining next to none of the information. Then, at the end of the email there was a small paragraph labeled "for Vice-President Shinra's eyes only". Rufus' attention immediately snapped back to the mail, and his eyes narrowed as he read his new orders slowly and carefully, as if clinging to every word. But what he read had not pleased him. He was so infuriated by these ridiculous demands that he threw his already cracked phone against the wall, destroying it completely.
And so here he was. Currently standing at the entrance to the cavernous basement levels of the Shinra Manor. His orders were simple. This was going to be an easy job, but it was a pointless one. He walked down the tunnel, upstairs the voices of his lackeys could be heard. The energetic redhead who piloted the helicopter, and the untalkative bald man who silently encouraged him. The duo were quite annoying, but they were reliable. Rufus trusted that they would follow orders and stay above ground. He walked into the first door he came to. He was unsure what exactly he was looking for, but knew he'd know it when he saw it. The room was empty, except for some broken down machinery and a series of boxes on the floor. The boxes were shaped like coffins, only made of a heavy metal rather than the usual ornate wood. It was obvious he had the wrong room. He turned to leave and then stopped.
"...No..." He said to himself, thinking. "surely not...but then again," he turned back to face the room, staring right at the coffins on the floor. "it wouldn't be the first crazy thing Hojo did." He walked forward and slowly pulled the lid off the first coffin he came to.
Word Count: 702
It was the same look he always wore when he was forced to go on these pointless "missions". It was the same crap over and over again with his father. Rufus was always running pointless errands, like escorting prisoners, or seeing off the troops, or in this case, collecting old documents. One would think that as vice-president, he would be given more important tasks, especially during a time of war. But after that last battle he couldn't really complain...mostly because he had no means by which to do it. He had not had any contact from anyone at Head Quarters since his initial post-battle report. That is to say, not until the day before.
He had received an email on his phone. At first it seemed like a generic status report; apparently some of the troops had yet to send in their reports. Rufus just skimmed the page, not really paying any attention. Not receiving reports was normal, of course. It had only been a few days, and many of the troops likely were busy recovering from serious injuries, although it seemed Sephiroth's name was on the list...that was odd. It was unlike Sephiroth to be late. But it didn't worry Rufus any, he continued skimming the page, retaining next to none of the information. Then, at the end of the email there was a small paragraph labeled "for Vice-President Shinra's eyes only". Rufus' attention immediately snapped back to the mail, and his eyes narrowed as he read his new orders slowly and carefully, as if clinging to every word. But what he read had not pleased him. He was so infuriated by these ridiculous demands that he threw his already cracked phone against the wall, destroying it completely.
And so here he was. Currently standing at the entrance to the cavernous basement levels of the Shinra Manor. His orders were simple. This was going to be an easy job, but it was a pointless one. He walked down the tunnel, upstairs the voices of his lackeys could be heard. The energetic redhead who piloted the helicopter, and the untalkative bald man who silently encouraged him. The duo were quite annoying, but they were reliable. Rufus trusted that they would follow orders and stay above ground. He walked into the first door he came to. He was unsure what exactly he was looking for, but knew he'd know it when he saw it. The room was empty, except for some broken down machinery and a series of boxes on the floor. The boxes were shaped like coffins, only made of a heavy metal rather than the usual ornate wood. It was obvious he had the wrong room. He turned to leave and then stopped.
"...No..." He said to himself, thinking. "surely not...but then again," he turned back to face the room, staring right at the coffins on the floor. "it wouldn't be the first crazy thing Hojo did." He walked forward and slowly pulled the lid off the first coffin he came to.
Word Count: 702