.... I swear I won't be so late next tag. Ifyoustillwanttolog.
Ten minutes? Hah. More like two. And the only reason it took that long was because not even the 'President' himself could get Cid to rush a job on an engine - but the moment the last piece as screwed (hammered) in, the panel was slammed shut; sadly, if Rufus was looking in the direction of where the noise had come from, the smoke from his cigarette proceeded the actual pilot.
Rather like a dragon just waking up to find some idiotic creature with a dirty paw on his nice, shiny golden plane, the mouth around the tobacco twisted downward into the deepest scowl, although the rest of his face suggested extreme amusement was to be had.
"It took you losing your cronies to get the balls to meet me face-to-face, President? Feh. You move pretty fast when you aren't loungin' in everyone's fucking spotlight." Pause. "Or should I be sayin' the WEAPON's spotlight?"
Honestly, he didn't have any memory of that - last thing he recalled was the launching of the ship - but Rufus didn't need to know that. Just like Cloud hadn't needed to know all the shit that kid went through after he grew up. If the cadet'd stuck around long enough, that was. Ironically enough, Highwind was off-handedly hoping this one would. President of Shinra or not, it wasn't good to be stuck in a city without any worldmates-- though Cid maintained the notion that the only reason he wanted the pasty son-of-a-bastard around was for teaching Nata how to mow something with a giant ego down.