Rufus ShinRa (whosoldtheworld) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2009-10-19 12:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | flauros, rating: pg, rufus, setting: emptiness |
Right now you are down and out and feeling really crappy
Who: Rufus (whosoldtheworld), Flauros (very_bad_advice)
When: Early evening
Where: The restaurant on the corner
Rating: PG for now
Warnings: nothing yet!
Summary: Flauros and Rufus, determined to have the most boring evening ever.
Quarter til five. The early winter air was honing its edge: evening was darkening the streets of Emptiness. Tucked into a shadowed doorway, a sleek black duster over his white suit, Rufus inhaled the razor-wire cold air with relish and watched the streets with his natural, functioning eye. Each time he used the Peng Eye now he felt more drained, a signal (if the last time was anything to go by,) that this cycle of its use was coming to an end. As he had neither finished his business with the magic, nor fulfilled his payment to Lucifer for this use and the first, he had no interest in wasting what time he had left. Even so, the temptation to use the Eye to watch his surroundings was almost unbearable.
There was no guarantee Reno would come if there was a problem, and the blond had made too many enemies here to take stupid risks: until he had the security of a teammate's company (an admittedly dubious defense, considering how little Rufus truly knew of Flauros,) he certainly wasn't going into the bar and turning on the lights. He'd spent too much of his life being cautious to stop now. And perhaps Flauros would be amused by Rufus' paranoia. Perhaps he would approve of it. Perhaps both. Rufus had only spoken to him in passing, or over the comm system, and it was difficult to take the measure of a man that way. And why hadn't he met with Flauros before now? A quiet sigh left his lips as a plume of white in the chill air, and he darted his eye up and down the street once more.
Normally, for a meeting such as this, the President would have a Turk with him, guarding him. Rufus could make do without. Besides, Reno didn't seem to approve of Flauros, and the feeling was apparently mutual— maybe that was why the meeting had not happened sooner. The possibility irked Rufus.
Raising his collar and tucking his hands under his arms, Rufus squinted into the stretching shadows.
((ooc: internet problems + school = late! D: sorry!))