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Goddamnit Reno. While Rufus would never ever dare to doubt his Turk's abilities... the red-head almost always seemed to piss off the wrong people. Lips turned downward into a distinct frown, eye narrowing. The blonde didn't know the two kids too terribly well, but... they had a story too. A story that had all to do with the Heartless and he was sure that they had been battling the demon spawn longer than the residents of Gaia. One never burned one's bridges, no matter how angry. It always came back around.

"Reno." He leveled a cool gaze at the other Turk, expression the picture of something akin to ice. Gone was the humor, the "rookie". What was left was the mask he had used, once upon a time, to rule Midgar. Fearless, icy, almost cruel. Arms crossed, adding to his offensive stance.

"Don't assume. Ever."

With that, the blonde strode past his Turks, intent on following the two rather angry teens. Sure, things wouldn't be perfectly peachy between them... but this was Rufus Shinra. He was known for diplomatically patching things up that looked near impossible to do.

After all, he was a Shinra.

Warehouse..... thingy.

Rufus was not lost. No. Rufus Shinra was never lost. He was just taking a longer route to his destination. A longer, darker.... slightly creepier route. For a moment, he almost missed the presence of Tseng, pointing him in the right direction. No, no. The blonde shook his head. He couldn't always rely on Tseng. After all, the Turk was still human. Things happened, people passed on.

Walking through the eerily silent port town, the ex-President spotted a fow of warehouses close by. They stood, silhouetted by the silver disc of a moon, black against the illumination. Although the sight was rather spooky, it was also intriguing, and he carefully watched as he walked past, looking for those two kids. A voice cut through the night, and immediately, a hand flew to his shotgun. Blue eyes narrowed, squinting to get a better look (how that worked, he never knew.) Up ahead... there were the two teenagers he had been looking for. Riku and.... and... Sora.


Hands went up in a "surrender" as he walked over cautiously. "Does hating the heartless make me a friend?" He asked, giving the boy a somewhat sheepish look.

Outside the warehouse

Tseng had been very much less than impressed by his subordinate's angered diatribe, but giving him a good talking-to in front of everyone present instead of the privacy of the Turk offices seemed to be in bad taste.

Besides, the President had already handled that for him. Keeping his silence and watching Rufus Shinra resume his usual expression, the ruthless, brilliant man who ruled Midgar with an iron fist, he almost smiled. How long had it been since he'd slipped into that role?

If Rufus Shinra ruled with an iron fist, Tseng knew, the Turk Commander was the iron. Sent to do the...dirtier jobs that secured the President's seat and ensured his power, Tseng kept the pristine prince's hands clean and watched his back.

That was the way it always happened, and the Turk Commander hardly minded. His loyalty was given to Rufus Shinra back in Junon, and it was absolute.

He would follow this man wherever he went.

Only...Tseng really didn't think that Rufus had very much of a sense of direction. Literally. There was a much faster way to get to where he wanted, but nooooo...the man had to get them lost and pretend that it was a city tour of sorts.

They stopped, and Tseng's keen senses picked up the presence of the two teens. Eyeing the way the blonde instinctively reached for his shotgun and wondering if Rufus was a little more tense than he looked, the Turk dutifully followed the President as he moved, as always, a point and three steps behind, just like he'd always done for Vincent and Veld.

Port

Jack had stopped and turned around, basically waiting. Tapping his foot impatiently, Jack watched as the black-haired-one and the blonde that had come from that very, very unique ship which Jack wanted to get his hands on.

"Come come, now. We don't have all day, lads. Are you coming?"

Giving them a brief wave, Sora smiled at them and entered the warehouse as well, not quite sure what Riku had in mind, exactly.

"We'll see you guys back there!"

Carefully pulling the door shut behind him and securing it, Sora headed inside, his eyes darting around at the crates of things that were in here. Casting a glance at Riku, he immediately went over to the other boy, concerned. "Hey, Riku! Are you okay??"

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Watching as the door shut, Tseng turned to leave. The boys were quite evidently wounded, and judging fron the things he'd seen online... he knew that it would be wise not to ask too many questions. At this moment, at least. Perhaps Rufus' nonexistent sense of direction was a good thing, after all, allowing the Turk Commander to surf through the networks while following behind the blonde.

"Let's go back, Rufus. There's nothing you can do for the moment."

Moving over almost immediately, Sora caught his wrist, his eyes narrowing in concern. "Hey....let me do this, okay? You go and sit down; your wounds haven't healed yet." Actively trying not to think about how it was his fault to begin with, he smiled over at the other boy and gestured to the ground.

"Go on, go take a seat, I'll handle it." It's the least I can do, after all.

Warehouse

Riku sighed, but did as Sora ordered and took a seat.

And promptly had a near heart attack when Will spoke.

"GAH! Oh. Will. Hi." He took a deep breath and clutched a hand over his chest. "Thanks, look, we'll meet back up with you at the port, okay? We're fine here."

He sighed, leaning back against the wall and watching Sora.