Intro

[speaks_dirty]

Characters: Siira (speaks_dirty) and YOU
Setting: Room 2-13, Cafeteria
Format: Prose to start but will match
Summary: Siira wakes up in a weird tower with a note saying the Planet was destroyed. Sephiroth will receive all her blame. And hatred.
Warnings: Potential violence? And definitely swearing!


Room 2-13

The sleep paralysis was bothersome. Very much so but the Turk kept herself calm, assuming it was a Stop spell. Obviously Sephiroth wouldn't have left the outside perimeter of Corel unguarded, how could she have been so careless?! Now she was a prisoner of a psychopath his followers.

'Elena.'

The Turk who defected. No, they were going to get her back. They'd grab her a run, knocking her out if necessary.

And then the sleep paralysis wore off and Siira was on her feet in an instant, looking around the room and falling into a defensive stance. Her clothes felt oddly constricting, hard to fight in. Her suit shouldn't feel like that. Siira looked herself and and scowled. The trunk at the end of the bed she'd woken up on caught her attention and she quickly yanked it open, pulling out everything she needed for her uniform.

It took less than five minutes for her to change into her suit and another three to tie her boots tight and stick a a few Materia into one of the bangles she had as well. Part of her was tempted to tie back her long hair but she'd never had to do that in the past and she wouldn't start now. Veld often remarked about how surprised he was that it never got in her way of fighting. As a last addition, she pulled out her rarely used gun. Every Turk owned one but Siira never used it. Check the ammo clip, she nodded to herself and flicked on the safety before tucking it in the back of her pants, jacket completely covering it.

And then the note. Read and then crumbled, stomped on and then spit on before she stomped on it again.

'Sephiroth!'

He was the only one that she could think to blame. And he was the only one she would blame before she stormed out of her room, not even bothering to check the room number.

Floor 27 - Lab

Oh yes, this was a familiar sight. Even if she wasn't SOLDIER or a scientist, Siira could easily recognize a lab when she saw it. It was one of the places in the ShinRa building that Siira avoided like the plague. There wasn't a single employee that hadn't heard about the shit that went down in there. Siira had a particular aversion to labs though. She knew about Aerith and Ifalna. Even with how diluted her blood was, there had always been a faint whisper in her mind, the Planet always there with her.

Like hell she'd ever hang around here. To the stairs!

Floor 25 - Meadow

It wasn't a gym or anything but it would do. Anyone that ventured here while Siira was on the floor would find a black jacket neatly folded several feet away from the woman. Her gun is safely tucked into the jacket and, with her insanely long hair, she's going to several exercises. Her movement is very careful, always planned, that of a champion martial artist. And she was one until Veld recruited her. Turks weren't allowed to compete in tournaments.

Floor 10 - Aquarium

Not a bad place to find but not something that Siira was ever interested in. Fish were interesting to watch but not very interactive. This place it slightly more interesting though, as she stuck her hand in and some of the less cannibalistic fish nibbled at the tips of her fingers. Drawing her hand out of the water and shaking it off to dry it, because she'd never wipe fish water on her suit, she almost missed a larger fish headed towards her. If it weren't for years of training and more for practice, she'd have lost her arm, just barely dropping her body to the floor as it tried to take a bite out of her.

"Suck on that, ya bastard!"

Cafeteria

Siira could be found sitting at one of the tables, alone, and eating the oatmeal in silence. There's an air of anger around her from finding the note. The woman isn't even complaining about the food. She just wants to finish eat and get back to searching the tower. Spending so many years retired and running a bar with her friends hadn't made her any less of a Turk. She'd know everything she could by the end of the day. Guaranteed.

Comments

Floor 10

[notontheflowers]

There was a crackle of electricity through the air as a bolt of electricity rammed through the fish and brought it to the ground motionless.

"It'd eat your face off Siira." Reno replied calmly, moving farther foreward along the path to where the fish had fallen. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, feet bare and his now usual bag slung across his shoulders. "Pretty good eats though, considering."

He probably looked both younger and older than she'd recall, a serious cast to his features that would have taken far longer to achieve back on Gaia.

"Good to see you're still quick enough to dodge though." A small grin, though nothing like the shit-eating one he had often sent her way.

[speaks_dirty]

"Reno!" She was actually surprised to see another Turk here. Surprised but definitely not disappointed. More Turks were always a good thing. Especially when ugly fish try to take a bite of her.

After a moment, she gets back to her feet and brushes off her pants, moving to kick at the now dead attacker. Good eats, huh? They had plenty of fish back in Junon but she wasn't entire sure about eating a fish that tried to eat her.

"As if I'd have let myself get out of shape over the years. Always plenty of idiots trying to start brawls in the bar, after all."

[notontheflowers]

"It hasn't been that long, seriously. Just a few weeks ago we went after Zack and Strife out in the wastes." He replied, giving her an odd look for a moment before realization dawned. "Right. There's a thing here, not everyone's from the same point in time. Alternate universes and all sorts of science fiction nonsense is apparently real. There's two of me, the other one's got a different color collar and shorter hair." He explained, stance easy.

"Last I remember was from before ShinRa fell and all hell really broke loose, I was brought somewhere else where Vince was and he filled me in on what I missed. There's... a him here who doesn't remember that as well as Strife, Sephiroth, some guy who looks like him with short hair that's built like Rude, and Fair besides the other me. We're calling him Sparky."

[speaks_dirty]

"Not long?" Zack and Strife? That was years ago, before Veld and the rest of his Turks became Exiles, avoiding ShinRa style execution for Turks that left. But... wait a second. Different times?

"What're you going on about, Reno? Different times? Two of you? One is enough, ya know. You don't need a clone." Siira propped her elbow on her her arm, chin resting on her fist thoughtfully. That shouldn't even be possible. For people who came back from the Lifestream, yeah it was sort of possible but not the same.

"ShinRa fell during the Meteor incident, five years ago. And I just saw you when Tseng recalled me and all the rest of Veld's team. I was heading to--" What?

"Sephiroth?! Where is he?!" Her mood just drops, the temperature following as Ice materia crackles in reaction to her desire to wipe him from the face of the Planet.

[notontheflowers]

Reno sighed, he'd gotten used to this well enough but it was still a massive pain in the ass. "Not a clone, but if it'll help you get ahold of it sure. Go with clone. If you want feel free to ask me some question or another that I should know if I'd been there with you."

There was a hard seriousness to his voice that would have fit better coming from either Veld or Tseng.

"This ain't Gaia anymore Siira, the old rules don't apply. You try to kill him and I will put your ass in Pyramid until you starve. Sephiroth doesn't remember anything about what he did in Nibelhime or after, and unless you'd like to be the meat shield I suggest not telling him."

[speaks_dirty]

"Clone sounds a lot more sensible right now." She paused, pinching the bridge of her nose before the slowly growing ache between her eyes turned into a migraine. "Alright... You were on the Corel mission with Shotgun, Elfe and I. What was our objective?"

She wasn't exactly pleased a moment later when he replied to her comment about Sephiroth. It sounded like Veld or Tseng's tone but she'd only ever listened to Veld and Tseng.

"Tch! It's not Nibleheim I'm pissed about, he died for that and for Meteorfall already. I'm talking about now! And one of those Remnants is here too. Veld was put in the hospital because of one of those filthy bastards." She's reining in her temper, if only because this is Reno. Her hands tighten into a fist and she's glad she's wearing gloves or she'd have drawn blood already.

Just by the look of her now, Veld being hurt wasn't the only reason she hated Sephiroth and the Remnants. Far from it. All she could think about was Elena being with him. No Sephiroth meant Elena wouldn't have to follow him.

[notontheflowers]

Reno gave her a strange look, like she'd suddenly grown a third arm or something at the mention of Elfe actually working with them. "...either recriting some assclown or a misplaced malboro." He guessed.

"Wait. What? What in the hell is a Remnant?" He asked, confusion obvious.

2-13; hello roomie!

[donttouchthequbeley]

Siira had not been the only one in the room, though Puru Two had just come back now. When the door had opened, she pulled her laser pistol out of reflex. Her funnels, small machines that pointed their tips right at Siira. The young glare had glared, not liking a possible intruder. Everyone at this tower couldn't be trusted, and that included this woman.

Those of hers were serious, the intent to kill so obvious in such a little girl. Still, she didn't want to kill, not without reason. But if this woman gave her any...

"Who the hell are you?"

Hi there roomie!!

[speaks_dirty]

In less than a single heartbeat, Siira had her handgun drawn, safety off and aimed right between the eyes of the young woman that pointed her own weapon towards the Turk. She'd killed plenty of people before in her life but never someone so young. Her mercenary work had been her choice, always sparing those she could. It hadn't been any different after Veld recruited her, she made him perfectly aware of certain things.

"I should be askin' you the same damn question." Siira was a trained killer, knew more than twenty different ways to kill a person, and even more ways to fatally injured. Suddenly, there was a drop in temperature around Siira, as the Ice materia in her bangle began to prepare for any attacks. Felt like home, almost.

"Let try to solve this issue nice'n calm-like." As a a small token of trust, she flicked the safety back on for her gun and lowered it slightly, no longer aimed for a fatal shot.

apologies ahead of time from this little firecracker

[donttouchthequbeley]

Puru Two stared back, slowly lowering her own weapon. The funnels did not go away. In fact, they couldn't. Puru Two still had funnels on her pack behind her, meaning they had to stay out. She didn't like this situation, but if one person was willing to take the pacifist approach, she didn't have much of a choice. While the top pilot under Glemy's command, her specialty laid in long-range, not close combat. Still, the funnels gave her a good advantage here.

"Good. I'd rather not have to drag your body away," she told her. "Now who are you?"

NOT a problem XD

[speaks_dirty]

"You wouldn't have much of a chance before I turned you into a chunk of ice." She said simply, still gripping her gun but lowering it a bit more. And there was no way in hell she was giving this girl her real name so it was back to her old codename for the time being.

"Martial Arts. Who are you?" Phrased as a question but, for a Turk, it was more a requirement that a name be provided. And she was well-trained in many ways so Siira gave off no body language indicating whether she was nervous, angry, lying or otherwise. Turks were elite and she was one of the best.

[donttouchthequbeley]

She still stared, unflinching. Though there was confusion. Ice? Now that she mentioned it, the air seemed slightly chillier than before. Pushing that aside, those words were still empty.

"Puru Two," the only name she would give; using the name Elpeo Puru was unforgivable after what she did to the original clone, and she had no other names. "Do you work for this hellhole or not?"

[speaks_dirty]

By then the chill had settled, not dropping or rising since Siira hadn't decided whether she would need to use her materia or not. Relying on magic was usually one of the last cards up her sleeve, something she preferred to save for people who really got on her nerves. And in a place like this, Shiva knows who would do that and how quickly.

"Fuck no. I work for ShinRa, in cooperation with the WRO. Why the hell would I come to some miserable tower and some bullshit letter?" She'd have come if only to find Sephiroth's band of followers but they were in Corel and Siira never needed saving.

Meadow

[midgarhorizon]

Climbing to the meadow for some time to himself, Reno stepped off the staircase, EMR still sparking because he hadn't bothered turning it off after going through the dark tower.

Stopping immediately, he stared at the black jacket for a moment, wondering if Elena was down here. If she was, he had a few things to tell her about Shion- but- that wasn't Elena's hair. And that wasn't Elena's body. Definitely wasn't Elena's moves.

He was rather confused, considering he hadn't expected to ever see Veld's Turks again after meeting up with them in Meteor, but he had less experience at this sort of place than Rusty did.

Coming up behind her, he slid into position to block her next jab.

[speaks_dirty]

Siira wasn't expecting 'company' of any sort. Especially not from another Turk. With such little lighting, it barely registered to her that it might be a Turk and she doubted it anyway.

When he tried to block her jab, block he did! Out of surprise though, at the interruption in her exercise, she immediately deviated from her planned movement to grab his arm and flip him. There were a few people that could avoid it, break out of it or turn it against her but this was purely instinct at the moment, not even worrying about it it was.

[midgarhorizon]

Fortunately for her, Reno was one of those few people and he wasn't exactly surprised she had retaliated. They knew each other, after all, fighting styles and everything. So he slipped to the side and shifted the balance so instead of being flipped, he just danced around and got in her way. That hadn't been exactly what he had planned, but he was getting out of practice of real fights.

"Siira!" That was Reno's happy, even joyful exclamation at seeing her, wrestling match or not.

[speaks_dirty]

"Reno!" She actually said it a bit breathlessly. It wasn't out of exhaustion, anything but really, but out of elation. A calm she wasn't sure she could feel so early after waking up in the tower. She almost wanted to hug the redhead but she restrained herself.

"How did you-- When did you get here?" How did the mission go? Was Elena safe? What happened after she lost consciousness and woke up here? So many questions, which to ask first? Or should she just be thankful that there was a Turk here that wasn't herself.

[midgarhorizon]

Reno dropped his stance and actually did hug her, but it was sort of a glad-to-see-you half hug that wouldn't embarrass him. "Three months ago. Trust me, it seems way longer than that, but then time doesn't work here like it should. What about you? The hell did you get here?" Reno, as usual, mangling sentences.

[speaks_dirty]

It was strange, having a hug from Reno but she didn't resist. Physical assurances that someone was actually there did wonders and Siira actually laughed.

"Three months? How..? But I just saw you! We were going to Corel..." She paused, biting her lip in a habit that Shotgun often scolded her for when they were working. Answers, quickly, she needed them. "About twenty minutes ago, I woke here."

Floor 27 - Lab

[ravenmaker]

[Hojo isn't in residence at the moment, but the lab isn't unoccupied. Though it is dark, save for a single light. Fuhito is seated at a table not too far from the doorway, obviously making notes on whatever is happening in the dimly lit petrie dishes on the counter nearby. Sensing approach, he looks up from his work.
He would be alert and armed in any case, but given the prevailing darkness in the Tower he's particularly cautious.

Ah, another one, a female. Watching her, he notes her reluctance to enter.
After a moment, he gives into whimsy and speaks.]

May I help you?

[speaks_dirty]

[Siira's eyes snap towards the voice, watching him beneath the light. Her hopes of getting through this floor quickly were dashed in only a few seconds. The dim lighting and years since she last saw him were to his advantage as she gave no indication on whether she recognized him or not.]

No, it's fine. I was planning on just passing though.

[This place freaks her out. Especially with such little light.]

[ravenmaker]

[Feeling he can spare a little more power from his portable emergency light, Fuhito dials it up a notch. He wouldn't this conversation to be interrupted by the arrival of some unseen horror.]

I see. With the power cut, there are lifeforms active during daylight hours that normally would not pose a threat except at night. Take care walking the corridors, Turk.

[speaks_dirty]

[There's a flicker of recognition across her expression, something-- Someone from years ago. Someone she did not like, who made life hellish for them.]

What Turks do you know that aren't careful?

[Martial Arts was, sure as hell, one of the more careful Turks.]

[ravenmaker]

[There's a pause that might or might not indicate a grim sort of amusement. He glances black down at his notes, completes a line.]

The Turks I know are-- careful, perhaps. But they are also arrogant.
Navigating this place, especially at this time, calls for extra care.

There are "monsters" everywhere.

[speaks_dirty]

[And this Turk happens to be slightly impatient and easily annoyed when someone begins a conversation while working on something.]

Which Turks might those be? And we're hardly arrogant.

[Lies, several of them were in their early years. How could they not be though? They were made Turks after all.]

Can't be any worse than the shit back on the Planet.