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[Seven-kun]

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"Mako Victimization Survivors," or the "Victims" for short...

They are demanding O-isopropyl methylphosphonofluoridate GB, or "Isoprol," a substance created by Shinra to enhance SOLDIER performance... Highly addictive... Guess I should be grateful...

Dominic put down the sheet of paper he was reading. It was part of the report surrounding the events from the day before, codenamed "The Train Incident." Okay, he didn't know if it were really codenamed that, but that was how he was going to refer to it. Maybe if he called it that, other people would call it that, too? Not that it was important what it was called; all that mattered was what they were going to do about it. What could they do about it? Did Reeve know anything about Isoprol? He was a member of the Shinra staff, but Reeve wasn't a scientist. There had to be someone they could contact about the drug. Dominic doubted Rufus Shinra would be willing to talk about it, even if Reeve himself were to ask.

Facepalm. Dominic's own father and sister worked for Shinra. As scientists. Why could he ask them? Well, his father was out of the question, but what about Giselle? Surely she wanted to help her younger brother with his job. The twenty-year-old WRO member was going to call his sister yesterday anyway, just to check in, but got distracted with work and then the Train Incident. "We're going to be picking up Shinra's pieces for a while, I'm sure..." Dominic muttered as he leaned back in his chair.

With leaning back came the blonde's taking in of his surroundings. He was in Seventh Heaven, owned by that beautiful woman Tifa. Dominic knew that she was a member of AVALANCHE, the group that Shinra tried to kill by dropping a whole plate on them, but he didn't blame AVALANCHE for Shinra's stupid idea. There were other ways of apprehending them, but it was a good thing that they weren't apprehended, otherwise they'd have all been killed by Meteor.

Dominic shivered at the thought.

Inside of the bar was a loud table that caught Dominic's attention. He knew some of the people at the table, or at least knew of them, because they were WRO bodyguards. However, whatever the loudest one, a guy named Kaci who was regularly called Case, was saying was blocked from Dominic's attention when Tifa and Cloud walked into the bar. Cloud was a man he respected, especially considering he led the team that saved the Planet, defeated those Remnants a few months ago, and plus Reeve respected him. Anyone Reeve respected, Dominic respected... except Rufus Shinra. Who cared that he was helping with funds for the WRO? Or, at least, that's what Reeve hinted at once. Rufus Shinra was paying for a group who was cleaning up his and his father's mess... Shinra should be helping the WRO financially.

Anyway, Dominic decided to call his sister. Reaching for his cell phone, he realized something... He didn't have it. Damn... Getting up, he got to the bar a moment after who he recognized was Nathanial Mcgrew. Cloud was also at the bar, and Tifa was serving him a drink. Did something have him down? Hearing Kaci tell Tifa to flash Nathan while serving his drink, Dominic shot a disapproving glare at the loud man. "Mr. Mcgrew... your friend's pretty drunk, huh?" Dominic asked, disapproval clear in his voice. Maybe he only disapproved because he was too young to drink and had never been drunk before. Turning his attention to Tifa, he smiled at her. "Miss Tifa... Do you have a phone I could use? I kinda forgot mine..." Dominic chuckled out of embarrassment. He couldn't say that he knew Tifa too well, but she would know his name and he spoke to her whenever he came into the bar and she was there. Some people wondered why the minor came into a bar, but Dominic enjoyed the people and the environment. Drunk people were really talkative and Dominic didn't mind listening... but he hated perverted drunks.

ooc// fail. y.y

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[Adrian Seidelman]

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A most beautiful face

But downright heartless

Angelic but evil, perplexing as a maze

Devastatingly beautiful yet utterly soulless.

SEXAwake.

SEXIt seemed that no matter what the time was in this small apartment built for one. There was always life in it when someone was home. The person who resided inside the apartment never actually slept. Sure he dozed off in front of the television, but to actually have a full nights sleep, well that just wasn't possible for this young man. Could it be just a disorder he had? It is possible, but that would require one being sleepy and not being able to do so. No, he was always awake and alert. Maybe it was the nightmares that followed the sleep. That was a contributing factor, the man really didn't like the nightmares of his past as a SOLDIER, but then again who wasn't plagued by those same nightmares. No, it all boils down to the fact that the man didn't like to sleep because he never felt that it was necessary for him to sleep, so rather he just stayed awake. When he did fall asleep, however rare that was for the man, it was usually for an hour, two ant the most, but then he was up and ready to go again. Really that man had more energy that a child with ADHD filled up with sugar. It was quite perplexing how he functioned so normally, especially with such a high risk job such as he had.

SEXAshton Anchors. The man who never slept. A public service drone. He was one of the few remaining SOLDIER, or rather he didn't know anyone who in SOLDIER who was affiliated in a peaceful manner with the ShinRa corp any more. He never quite understood why no one liked them, he personally owed them everything, even if he did eventually get addicted to whatever it was that he was that he had been addicted to. He had a lot of reasons to be thankful to ShinRa that it didn't matter about the fact that ShinRa had nearly eradicated the world, or rather at least played a part in it. Ashton was more of a neutral party when everything started to fall apart. He had no affiliations with anyone. Just an addict trying to get over it by falling into a new addiction. It was what he believed was the only way to get over some addiction, especially one that he had been subjected to ever since before he even started SOLDIER. But alcoholism made him forget about a worse addiction, sure he was over it, but still he didn't feel the need to give up the booze. Beside it wasn't like he drank while he was on the job, no definitely not. Drinking was to be saved for after the job. To do so any other way would just be illogical. See even people with problems had some self control, or maybe it was just him.

SEXSmoke slowly rose into the air, dancing along the slight breeze that had been blowing by. A yellow-green eye followed the dance as he stood there leaning up against the ShinRa building. He probably should be working, or exercising, or training. Well rather anything useful would probably be best for him to do. But right now he just wanted a smoke and to relax while his boss President Rufus was in a meeting. He was at the base of the building right now, and it was the early morning. He liked mornings, probably what was his most favorite moments. The sun just rising into the sky, the different colors fighting for supremacy, until the victor was the sky blue. It was actually just so intoxicating. Besides usually when it was this early in the morning he found that it was the most peaceful because he was used to see people, or rather everything starting to show signs of life. It was like the planet and everything upon it was just waking up and starting fresh, each day growing stronger and stronger despite all that was happening. At least that was how he saw it, but maybe it was only him that thought that way.

SEXHe hated that name. Ashton. He didn't know why but it was sort of repulsive. Although his last name wasn't any better. He didn't understand by the missionaries at the orphanage gave him such a stupid name. At least his middle name wasn't completely idiotic, rather he quiet enjoyed it. So he usually went by either his last name or his middle name. No one ever called him by his first name, and if they did they would definitely learn, unless it was the President, he would never do harm to the President, at least not on purpose. That was probably his only weakness, the President. With the President he was completely and utterly docile, well maybe not completely, he still had that stoic and snappy mouth, on occasion, but only when he thought the President's plans were stupid, which wasn't very often, and even then it wasn't until after the plan had been initiated, which was probably why he should be learning to make himself go up to the office and be there to keep an eye President Rufus.


SEXWell maybe it was about time that he should go upstairs and start doing his job. Just after he finished his smoke. Taking another drag he he flicked the cigarette butt with his thumb and middle finger before stomping it out. Exhaling he watched the smoke rise once again, twirling and swirling in the breeze. Closing his eye. Oh right the eye. He only had one eye, his left one to be exact, the right one he lost a couple months back, he never showed of the fact, save for the fact that he always wore an eye patch, different colours, designs, you name it. Although his favourite one was black and it had a bulls eyes mark on it. Although today it was just black. Oh he wore earring too, two long silver bars hanging from his ears. Taking in the last of the fresh air. It was wonderful, the outside world, and here he was going to be stuck inside. "Well...Guess it's time..." He muttered to himself. He really should get back inside. Raising his arms above his head he stretched arms into the air before starting to make his way into the building..

SEXHe actually wasn't to interested in the building. It was to big and too cramped. The only thing that made him come into the building was President Rufus' office with the large window. Making his way up to the elevator he in took a deep breath before stepping inside. He hated elevators, sure he could handle them if they had windows to see outside, other ones he just felt the walls closing in on him, hyperventilation and all that fun stuff, he hated it. He didn't know what to about it. But these elevators had windows which he was pleased about. Leaning up against the wall he stared out the window quietly as he waited for the elevator to get up to the President's office. When it finally stopped he stepped out into a lobby, well what one would call a lobby, a secretary sitting behind a desk. Giving her a slight wave before coming to lean up against the counter. "So sweetie pie is the President still in his meeting?" He asked her, giving her a wink before being told that he was free to enter the office.

SEXKnocking on the door he opened it up before walking inside before closing it behind him. Walking up to the desk he let his hands hang by his side. He proceeded up to the desk before stopping right in front of it. "Mornin' President Rufus" He said in his usual calm voice. Running a hand through his blonde locks he closed his eyes before sighing. "What is on the agenda for today President Rufus?" He asked still standing in an at ease position.

Skilled in love and artful snare

In provoking passion’s flare

A heart sniper and a soul destroyer

A divine curse bringing forth disaster.

[S h o n a -- Waters]

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After Cloud recieved the cold liqour she handed to him, Tifa noticed a few people she'd seen arriving into the bar. A few faces she'd recognized, in fact. One of them was Nathaniel McCrew, the Ex-Grunt who worked for the World Regenesis Organization. He was also known as the Gnat; Tifa didn't understand how he was named a bug. There was also McCrew's friend, who was known as Rockhead, or Kacy. He was also known as Case, but Tifa hardly uses his nicknames. Apparentently, she could hear him since she was slightly at close range to hear he what he was talking about. It was nearly impossible not to hear him since he talked so loudly, except if your death that is. The only voice she could hear really clearly was Kacy's. Tifa felt every bit of annoyance welling up deep inside her. She just wanted to grab a glass beer and swing it at his head. But then again, that wasn't how she should treat a customer. And she wanted to act like a lady as much as possible in front of Cloud. There was a chance that nobody would go there anymore after knowing that the bar owner was violent, and possibly a killing machine. Even though McCrew's friend was a pervert, Tifa was still grateful for him to stop by quite often. Since he wasn't someone like Sephiroth or Loz, she accepted him as a person rather than a bad guy. But even so, she was more onto McCrew's side than Kacy's. Tifa's ears perked up when she heard the two of them call out to her. "Sure thing! It'll be right over in a second!" she called back, making her way towards him, and taking the empty glass from him. Upon studying Kacy, Tifa could tell that he was drunk. More drunker than she thought he'll be."Don't you have anything better to talk about in public, rather than my breasts?" she said in annoyance. Tifa decided to leave the part about him being drunk. She decided to ignore him for the time being, and get to serving McCrew his drink. Tifa returned to the counter, in the midst of pouring a bottle of bourbon into the empty glass. After it reached the top of the cup, she tilted the bottle back, and capped the bottle cap in place. Tifa was just about giving the drink back to McCrew, when she caught a glimpse of blond hair, more darker than Cloud's. Once she took a close look at him, Tifa could make out the cute and outstanding features of Dominic Michaelis. Even though he might appear to be a teenager, she knew very well that he was an adult like her. He was two years younger than her, so it would still work between them, judging by their age. Dominic had said something to McCrew and Kacy right about now, and Tifa couldn't make out what he was saying because the noise level has risen up a notch. Then she remembered about the drink she hadn't delivered yet come to delivering! McCrew must be waiting! But just when she was making her move, a certain blond hair guy went up to her and asked if she could use her mobile. "Miss Tifa... Do you have a phone I could use? I kinda forgot mine..." was what he said, but he was chuckling out of curiosity. Tifa grimaced. Again with the formalities, eh? "Oh, please just call me Tifa." she said. In answer to his question, Tifa reached into her pocket and pulled out her mobile. She held out his hand, and clasped the mobile into his phone. "Yes, you may. But remember to give it back to me, alright?" she responded, flashing one of her smiles. Noticing the slightly over filled glass on that counter, Tifa immediately let go of Domic's hand, and went back to doing her business. Once she stopped at McCrew and Kacy's table, she placed the glass gently onto it. "Here you go." she said.

(( occ: Wow... Tifa's post was longer than I thought!
Alright! Auborne's post is coming up next! ))

[Ocular Penetration]

Business • as • usual.
°° R u f u s . S h i n r a ¤ ルーファウス神羅
'A little fear will control the minds of common people.
There's no reason to waste money on them.'

The perks of being an overly paranoid once-dictatory, Rufus had information. Like the fact that his bodyguard was coming up the elevator. . .hidden cameras. It popped up with a tiny, cutesy little automated voice announcing, 'Visitor on the way.' It was clearly Ashton - the blonde hair, the eye patch, the way he stuck to one side of the elevator wall - clearly his bodyguard and not some kind of impostor.

And yet Rufus Shinra still felt himself rubbing a hand across the shotgun strapped to the bottom of the desk.

However by the time Virginia, his secretary, pressed the button to alert him to Ashton officially, Rufus had schooled his face into complete controlled calm. The door would open to find the blond president sitting back in his chair contentedly, his three monitors going on about the news, stock options, and the final one a black screen for any incoming communications. [He was, after-all, waiting on a report from the Turks concerning some scientist.] All he needed was a cigar to fit the heavy duty tycoon image. Instead though, he was drinking what looked for all the world like water out of a glass on his desk - not even the wine!

Oh. . .and the safety on his shotgun was off and in his lap. . .but the desk hid that.

What? Could not be too careful considering just the day prior, a group of rogue SOLDIER had thrown a moving train into a hospital and blamed his company for it. Not that Ashton was an Ex-SOLDIER per-say [as he was still very much on the company payroll, high on it even!] but he was a SOLDIER. Emotions could be a tricky thing - it would not be hard to imagine one SOLDIEr sympathizing with the remnants of them. Rufus was not the type to risk his life on some semblance of trust with a person that he thought he knew, only to find out he did not.

After-all, Rufus was the master of calm, cool, stabbing-in-the-back.

"Mornin' President Rufus."

"Protocol."

One day Ashton would realize and stop with the country boy speak.

"As for the agenda - avoid getting comfortable as we will be leaving soon."

Not that he really expected the man to - even Rufus was barely comfortable in his office.

The man was typing as he spoke and making it look ridiculously easy to do both at once, "Yesterday's attack has reconvinced people that I am all that is evil in this world. I'll have to put in some appearances to reassure them." His typing paused as Rufus had one of those, I cant believe I just said that moments, before he resumed - it probably looked like he was reading something especially important, "I expect no less than four attempts on my life today. Normally it would not be a problem but I've assigned the Turks elsewhere so it will be all you today - I certainly hope you do not disappoint me." Since, you know, that would mean Rufus himself would be dead, and so would Ashton's paycheck. Ashton himself would die shortly after though. Likely due to 'intervention' from a Wutain man in a blue business suit.

But that was not important right now.

"I'm assuming that is within your capability as a first class."

♪You, In your shell
Are you waiting for someone to rescue you
From yourself
Don't be disappointed when no one comes. ♪

[Adrian Seidelman]

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A most beautiful face

But downright heartless

Angelic but evil, perplexing as a maze

Devastatingly beautiful yet utterly soulless.

SEXProtocol?

SEXRight his Mornin' Was not part of protocol. He still had yet to remember that but it was a habit that was to hard to kill, especially since he had been using it for so long. Straightening up he bowed slightly. "My apologies President Rufus." Was he actually sorry, well being one not particularly interested in using emotions he would have to say no, although it was an apology to signify that he wasn't going to do it again, or rather at least try not to. Ashton was however hoping for a more entertaining day rather than a day being stuck in the office standing in the same position until Rufus told him to leave and do something, even then it was him usually getting something to drink before heading to the training facility to at least get some practice in. But that wasn't fun, he wanted an actual challenge, on that involved him actually getting hurt rather than just paint balled, if that even happened to occur during his training.

SEXStraightening up he moved off to the side of the desk much like he usually did, standing in a moderately relaxed position, okay so it was the SOLDIER relaxed position, arms behind the back, feet spread slightly apart, but always attentive. When he heard that they weren't going to be staying long he cocked an eyebrow and looked at the President. "Sir you should know by now that I am always on alert..There is no time for relaxation in this profession" It was true, even now Ashton was on full alert, he may have been looking at the President but he could still see out of his peripherals. Also despite his relaxed position, it may seem like he wasn't prepared but in all honesty he was, his feet were spread apart so that he could have instant ability to move, and his hands behind his back gave him a way to be faster to grip the scythe that was tied to his back. He was prepared no matter what.

SEXGaze going to the window all he heard was the clicking of the computer as the President typing. He had to admit he tried to use electronics as little as possible. Was he bad at them? God no, he was actually good at them, he just preferred to hone is skills as a fighter rather than that of a techno geek. He was meant to be a fighter not anything else. Reassure the public that he wasn't evil? Glancing back at the president he looked at him for a moment before glancing back out the window, as if half expecting someone to come crashing through it, not that they would. Either way he highly doubted that a couple of conferences was really going to win the people over. People were stubborn like that, or at least that's how he perceived them.

SEXOnly four threats? Well he supposed that would be a good amount of training for him. Who knows they might be actually good this time around. A slight scoff escaped him at the faith the President had in him. Of course he could handle these people by himself. He would never allow the President get even so much of a scratch on him. It was his job to protect the President and like hell he was going to fail at his job. Of course it was within his capabilities. He didn't work his a** off to get to where he was now. "Ye of little faith. Guess I will just have to prove to you that I am more than capable of protecting you President Rufus." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and then went back to looking out the window.

Skilled in love and artful snare

In provoking passion’s flare

A heart sniper and a soul destroyer

A divine curse bringing forth disaster.