Rufus ShinRa (whosoldtheworld) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2009-07-25 02:30:00 |
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Current location: | Niflheim's kitchen |
Entry tags: | finished thread, rating: pg-13, reno, rufus, setting: niflheim's kitchen, yako |
it'll take you all your time and money to keep me satisfied
Who: Rufus (whosoldtheworld), Reno (itsmydayoff), Yako (theculpritis), closed
When: 8:30 AM on July 25th
Where: Niflheim Mansion kitchen
Ratings: PG-13 (for now)
Warnings: Language, possibly violence.
Summary: Early morning = coffee time and conflict. For Reno and Rufus, taking the Road Not Travelled means bad blood.
Niflheim coffee was shit, but Rufus wasn't actually bothering to taste the scalding brew. He just gulped it down and waited for the caffeine to flood his blood stream. A late night. Something was... off, very off, though he couldn't say what. As subtle and irrational and infuriating as if someone had gone around and made each of the rooms a square inch smaller, leaving everyone to wander about like fools wondering furiously, What's different?!
He'd noticed it the night before: a nagging sense at the back of his skull; had shoved it aside and forced himself to sleep— only to drop off into a steady stream of nonsensical nightmares, filled to the brim with, of all things, Turks. His father's lap-dogs, every last one of them blown up at Rufus' orders nearly a decade ago. Ordering those disloyal thugs killed was one of Rufus' first acts as President of ShinRa, Inc., signed off on almost immediately after he assumed control in the wake of his father's wonderfully timely— and carefully orchestrated —demise. Except that the Turks hadn't all died in the blast, apparently.
The redhead. Always a problem child, Rufus recalled, if only very vaguely. What was his name again? R-something.
Rufus took another sip of coffee and hunkered down closer to the steam over his mug, eyes heavy-lidded, breathing slow. He'd remember more clearly after this cup. Or maybe after the next. No, with any luck, he'd return to ignoring the bastard, re-forget all of this Turk nonsense, and get back to finding a way to get out of Niflheim.
He breathed in the bitterly-sweet smell of the coffee, then exhaled.