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Post by Squall on Aug 29, 2006 12:33:23 GMT
Squall slowly stretched out his hand and shook Lutzs firmly, whatever. " Dont worry about it... i got nothing else to do here." Squall looked at Kidd, then back at Lutz... What next? Hadnt thought about that...
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Post by Squall on Aug 29, 2006 12:55:59 GMT
Squall looked between the two again... Well Im definately not staying here any longer, c ya later! Squall silently turned and made his way out of the mansion, Hope i remember the way? " C YA LATER GUYS!" he shouted down the stairs as he made his way out
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Post by lutz on Aug 30, 2006 5:37:12 GMT
Lutz thought it was about time to leave as will and nods to Kidd and takes off.
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Post by mistervillainman on Oct 26, 2006 4:32:23 GMT
Rufus Shinra took a seat at his brand new desk and turned in his chair, facing the outlaying lands of the Shinra Mansion grounds, his new base of operations was now up and running and he was prepared to once again pursue his product, 15 Prime. Tseng still hadnt contacted him, which meant he would have to replentish the ranks of the Turks from within the Soldiers... All setbacks he would soon remedy.
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 26, 2006 4:41:58 GMT
A lone figure approached the gate of the Shinra Mansion's gardens. A pair of armed guards stood there waiting, carrying metal detectors.
She halted before them as they waved the detectors over her.
A cacaphony of bleeps ensued. "Miss, would you please remove your coat?"
She blinked serenely. "Wouldn't you like to come remove it for me?" She gave one of the guards a look so insinuating that he began to blush violently.
An evil smirk crossed her features. This will be easier than I thought.
The other guard scoffed and pulled the coat off.
Underneath, bound at her side, was the Evil Twin.
A split second later, it was in midair, dripping with blood... and both the guards lay disemboweled at her feet.
She stalked towards the house, cutting down the metal gates as though they were made of butter.
About forty grounds patrolmen later, she strolled cooly to the reception area of the mansion. She locked the receptionist with an icy stare, her clothing and face spattered with blood.
"I'm here to see President Shinra," she announced calmly.
The receptionist moved to hit the alarm and was impaled before having a chance to complete the action.
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Post by mistervillainman on Oct 26, 2006 4:45:00 GMT
Rufus sighed in annoyance as the door to his office was pierced by a sword's blade and fell to the floor with a loud echoing THUD! He turned in his chair to find himself looking at Xima, proudly walking into his office like she owned the place.
"I dont believe you have an appointment... So how can I help you?"
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 26, 2006 5:01:30 GMT
She pounced too fast for him to blink, knocking his chair backwards, landing knees first on his chest with the Evil Twin at his neck. "Hmm..." She leaned over him, took a long, deep sniff of him, and scoffed. "I smell my 'better half' on you. Her stench is unmistakeable." She sat back slightly, shifting her weight. "Since it seems the two of you have met, perhaps I need not explain why I want with her the same thing you do... setting aside, of course, your frustrated fantasies..." Her grin became absolutely predatory at this point. "The cessation of her existence."
She stepped off him daintily and yanked him to his feet with all the gentility of a tiger handling a T-bone steak. "Oh, I'm sorry... you don't like it rough, do you?" Xima asked sarcastically, her voice low and suggestive. "You see, she and I have always been at odds. I was actually relieved when she freed me from her body... finally, I didn't have her naive whining to fill my aimless hours. But you and I... I think we might have much to offer each other... on several levels."
She lifted up Rufus' office chair, which easily weighed over fifty pounds, with one hand and set it upright again. "Take a seat."
She mock-curtsied, spreading out her coat behind her. "My name is Xima..."
She flung her coat aside, and a spindly black crow's wing unfolded itself from her back. "And I think you need me." She watched his eyes, waiting for him to lash back at that comment with that cool, restrained pride of his... playing right into her hands...
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Post by mistervillainman on Oct 26, 2006 5:05:53 GMT
Rufus re-asserted himself at his desk, inter-locking his fingers as she unfolded the single black wing from her back and he tilted his head to the side slightly.
"Yes well... I dont think its a matter of myself needing YOU, I think we need EACH OTHER. Because without me, you have nothing to go on and without you, I have very little."
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 26, 2006 5:13:09 GMT
"Oh, I have plenty to go on..." She sat on the edge of his desk and began preening her feathers with her sharp, elongated fingernails. "I could break her in an instant if I wished. But I've always had... shall we say, an attraction to power..." She c0cked an eyebrow at him. "That is, the more forceful way of accomplishing things."
She leaned forward a bit and folded her wing back, exploiting her revealing neckline. If you've got it, flaunt it, baby. "I don't just want to break her. I want to crush her. I want her to know with her last living thought that when she unleashed me... she brought down Hell on herself."
She sat back. "Not to mention her little friends, the Sargeant Pepper's Ragtag Misfit Band."
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Post by mistervillainman on Oct 26, 2006 5:15:14 GMT
Rufus shook his head.
"I see in you what I expected from her potential... So whats in it for YOU in all this? And furthermore, while we're discussing it... Whats in it for ME?"
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 26, 2006 5:24:03 GMT
She smiled indefinably. "Flattery will get you nowhere... or was that, anywhere?" She traced patterns in the finish of the desk with her fingers, carving them out idly with her nails. "Of course, she DID kill my mother... and then threw me out of our body... rather an ungracious hostess, wouldn't you say?"
She picked the finish flakes out from under her nails with the tip of her blade. "And further, on your side of the equation... You do require our cells to complete your Jenova Project, do you not?" She studied her fingers, stretching her hand away from her palm first. "I realize the very idea is what drove our Template mad in the beginning... but I could see my way clear of letting you use me..." She concealed another wicked smirk. I love double entendre. She decided to milk it. "Perhaps in the end, I'll be all the material you were searching for." She locked onto him with a sharp glance. "You did say I had... potential."
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Post by mistervillainman on Oct 26, 2006 5:26:43 GMT
Rufus nodded.
"True. So before I do ANYTHING, I want to run tests on skin, blood and... feather samples. As a sign of good faith of course." He said, cracking his knuckles and leaning back. He didnt want to trust this woman, but she was absolutely right... He did need her cells. and if she proved more... useful... why not?
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 26, 2006 5:38:09 GMT
"Of course," she nodded sagely. She noticed him leaning back and placing his hands on the desk...
Her arm snapped out and her nails dug into the back of his hand, pinning it down and producing a few spots of blood. "Don't relax around me," she hissed in an access of silent fury. "I have a reputation for making people uncomfortable, one which remains untarnished."
She withdrew, her seductive manner returning. "Of course, if I make you feel uncomfortable in... other ways... that I find completely acceptable."
She made eye contact, a tactic which always unnerved even her most stoic opponents. Like rabbits before the snake. "However, I feel it's only fair you keep your end of the deal first. You're the male in this picture... you're supposed to be the initiator, remember?" Her smile grew. "At least, according to certain standards. It's a rather old-fashioned idea, really... but I'm just a sentimental fool."
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Post by mistervillainman on Oct 26, 2006 5:41:08 GMT
Rufus chuckled at that statement.
"Yes well, forgive me for my informalness..." He said, shaking his hand, which now stung. "So what exactly was it that you wanted me to do?" He asked.
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Oct 26, 2006 5:55:15 GMT
I have him RIGHT where I want him.
She returned gracefully to her feet."You remember those brutes of yours that I conveniently removed from my path? They were very annoying in cluttering up my way..." A dangerous glitter of delight solidified in her eyes. "Let's see how well they clutter up Amnesty's. I want SOLDIERs, as many as you can spare, to wear her down first. And here's the beautiful part... I can tell you exactly where to send them. I have Miss Amnesty's location in my mind at all times." She always used the phrase "Miss Amnesty" as a derogatory term, her voice dripping with disdain. "Your friend Mr. Tseng would be most gratified with that sort of information, I'm sure... but don't lose sight of the fact that it happens to be OUR gratification we're working for." A little more of that double entendre, just to spice the pot... "Upon analyzing her reaction... including how many of her little friends happen to be left alive at such time... the exact method of her ultimate termination will be set."
And by then, I ought to have you wrapped around my little finger, just as was Axel. My mother will live again... and you, Mr. Shinra, will be instrumental in that achievement.
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