It's a Turks Life [FFVII]

[Natzy24]

Young stretched before he checked his appearance in a mirror, adjusting his tie. He was naturally rather caught up with his appearance, apart from his hair, but this morning he had even more reason to be interested in looking spotlessly immaculate. It wasn't often one had direct summons from the President himself.

After ensuring his suit was on correctly he left his room taking the elevator up to the presidential office and giving 3 raps on the door, awaiting permission to enter. His blue-green eyes scanning his surroundings instinctively. The only thing about his rather slender build giving away his Mako enhanced status.

Upon receiving permission to enter he calmly walked in, stopping three strides away from the desk "You wished for my presence, President Shinra, sir," he stated calmly, respectfully.

[Forzare]

- RUFUS SHINRA -

He sat calmly at his desk with his hands folded on his lap. He wore his usual white suit, which was pressed with not a single crease in sight which looked almost impossible. Perhaps it resembled its wearer. Rufus' expression was unchanging and his eyes were cold and calculating. Two nameless employees stood behind him with their eyes locked on the Turk.

His lips barely formed into a smile as Young addressed him. "Thank you for coming so quickly."

His right hand moved towards a file folder that already sat at his sleek desk. Naturally the first thing to be rebuilt within the ShinRa company was the President's floor. It looked like it had never been changed, moved, or destroyed. Like so many things, it resembled ShinRa's ability to cover up anything and everything.

"This is your mission." He extended his arm and pushed the folder towards Young then calmly retracted his arm.

"His name is St. Claire. Inside is a photo of your target and his last known location, Corel Prison. I trust he's gotten a little rugged since the last time his picture was taken, however that should serve you well enough. Force is permitted if met with resistance, though use some discretion, he needs to be alive."

Rufus paused to allow Young some time to examine the vague mission details. Essentially all the Turk needed to do was bring the Target back to ShinRa alive. He was granted transportation, neutralizing weapons and a deadline of 3 days.

"I trust you can handle this, Young."

[Natzy24]

Young stood silently, his face just as unreadable, ignoring the nameless employees. They were presences placed to the back of his mind, aware of but they weren't of any concern to him as of this present moment. Instead his eyes were focused on the president, giving him the full attention.

Silently he took the offered folder, waiting for Rufus to stop speaking before he glanced through the mission details memorizing the photo before reading through the rest of the mission brief. As vague as it was, he read information between the lines. The fact that neutralizing weapons were to be used told him straight off that the target must be important to ShinRa and that this was potentially a cover up mission as well - the speed hinting at that as well.

After he'd absorbed all the information he simply nodded "Understood, President Shinra, I shall be departing immediately after collecting the equipment I require," he thought to himself briefly contemplating on the best transportation form as he awaited the Presidents dismissal so he could head out. Upon receiving permission he turned on his heel easily walking out, picking up the equipment he'd require from his room, including his gunblade before he headed out, using the appropriate transport to cover the most ground in the most discreet way in the least amount of time contacting headquarters to inform them as to when he'd arrived at the dusty prison.

[Forzare]

Adrian’s eyes rolled around underneath closed eyelids as he slept. He was having a good dream too. He was situated somewhere on Costa Del Sol between bikini’d double D’s and a good margarita. Living in prison left a lot to be desired from real life.
One of the beautiful blonds approached him and slid one hand up his thigh. Her face was close to his and her blue eyes seemed devious. Her plump pouting red lips opened slowly and said;
“Wark!”
Adrian woke up with a start. “Wha?”
His violet eyes scanned the area. He had fallen asleep in the chocobo stables again. Prisoners who were known for their good behavior were allowed to assist in the feeding and raising of chocobos. It was a great incentive too; the chocobos had way better beds than the prisoners.
“Eugh..” He sat up slowly. A baby chocobo happily nibbled on his long hair while the mother pecked at his clothing. The two of them had been in Adrian’s charge for a few months now and the mother was one of the better racers out on the track. The jockey was a bit of an ass, but nothing in life was ideal.
“Woman! You woke me up from a good dream! I never want to hear another bikini clad model go ‘wark’ ever again! Got it?”
The baby chocobo released St. Claire’s hair and ran towards its mother. They both squawked at him. The man slowly rose to his feet and laughed. This was as enjoyable as life got now a days. Adrian lifted his left hand towards the bird’s head and rubbed her gently. The chocobo purred and pressed its head against his hand for a moment.
“Hmm?” Adrian’s eyes moved towards the doorway of the stables. A mechanical sound could be heard off in the distance. It was probably a breeder coming to pick up another chocobo, or a jockey arriving to examine its partner. Either way, Adrian had been in the pens for too long.
“One for the road.” The man threw a gyshal green to the mother chocobo who would eventually feed it to the baby. Adrian kept a leaf to snack on later. It wasn’t the greatest food, but it was food, and he was hungry. Most of the prisoners were. Right now Adrian was thanking the gods that no one had ever bothered to come looking for him. He hastily picked up most of his possessions and re-attached his gauntlet that had been resting on a saddle. It was horribly tarnished and reeked of sweat and dirt from where the protective cloth had soaked up most of his sweat when fighting with it. It clanged as it made contact with the chocobo’s empty water pail. He had to bring it with him back to the guard post almost as a tally to see how many prisoners went upstairs and when. Adrian knew he would be out of luck when he had to sign back in downstairs.
He sighed and exited the stables. The hot sun’s rays were automatically attracted to his skin. He could feel more sweat and grime baking onto his shoulders and back as he walked down the path to get to the elevator. He almost didn’t notice the feeling anymore. The elevators were located on the other end of the stables platform and away from the public eyes. It would be very off putting to see a rugged dirty man walking down the pathway with hay in his already tangled matte of hair, carrying dirty tools most likely covered in chocobo excrement.
Adrian spat as one of the prison guards walked up to meet him. The guard didn’t seem impressed. He was the stereotypical looking guard, over weight, short and balding, he must have been new. Guards lost most of their weight by sweating and the guard had a lot of it by his collar and underarms.
“Mornin’, Guv.” Adrian smiled and tossed the bucket and broom off to the side of the guard station.
“It's the afternoon.” The guard pushed the prisoner into the elevator and pressed a button so the doors immediately closed. The guards didn’t bother going all the way down to the Corel prison yard. Once the men were in the elevator, they were pretty much down there for good, or at least until they were invited back up.
“Afternoon is only a label on time!” Adrian cried out as the elevator started up with a jerk. It didn’t take long for the prison guard’s foot to be at Adrian’s eye level. He didn’t have time to hear the guard’s retort because the elevator had started picking up speed and hurled towards the ground. The first time Adrian had ridden the elevator he screamed all the way down, thinking that the elevator cord had snapped and he was going to die.
His violet eyes focused on the horizon. The vehicle was getting closer to the prison town. That was interesting. He could already see the ant like prisoners scrambling towards the outskirts of town to get a better look at the newcomer.

[Natzy24]

Young checked his gunblade was secure as he approached the prison town proper on foot. If he was finding the temperatures hot apart from the slight sheen of sweat and the fact his hair was flatter he wasn't showing it.

Silently he snapped his id card to one of the guards who'd come running to see who the newcomer was, watching as his skin paled a bit before he moved to permit the Turk entrance.

With his usual silent aloof presence as he strode forward quite a few of the rows of prisoners parted as another guard strode forward offering to take him to the captain on duty today. Young just simply shook his head, he'd rather not draw over much attention to his mission. "I wish to inspect the prisoners quarters" he stated simply, not giving any indication why, or how. "Then I would like to conduct a full inspection, preferably alone, of any location the prisoners are allowed in," he added on, not giving the option to say 'no' more commanding without appearing too. Already walking off.

He'd heard the sound of the elevator, his mako enhanced hearing picking it up, potentially before the other guards heard quietly approaching. He wished to get on with his mission and return back to more sensible climates. Not that he was one to complain. Quietly he waited nearby adjusting his tie fractionally.

[Forzare]

Adrian saw the approach of the man and tried not to show his apprehension as the elevator finished its last part of the descent. Instead Adrian ran a hand through his hair and sighed as it fell over his face. Hopefully it would work better if he ignored the man too.

The elevator shook as it made contact with the solid earth and rang as the doors opened. Adrian mentally prepared himself and stepped out like nothing had happened. The man started to walk by the newcomer and acted like the useless pathetic insect of a prisoner that everyone told him that he was.

Unfortunately it seemed like all of the other insects were staring at the newcomer.

‘Damn’ Adrian thought to himself and continued to walk in a straight line. His muscles twitched in anticipation, ready for an attack. Then again, was it so bad if the man was coming to get him? Judging by the suit, the man was from the Turks, which meant he was from ShinRa.

Adrian nodded to himself. Yes, going with that man would be just as bad as prison.

[Natzy24]

Young watched his approach moving easily to block his progress "I have orders to get you out of here," he stated calmly, careful to keep his voice quiet. His blue green eyes watching the other male for any signs of attack, noticing his gauntlet covered hand. He had the feeling somehow he'd require his gunblade.

He was still alert to the rest of the crowd of prisoners, aware any tension could spark a rush of violence. Something he was hoping not to trigger admittedly. It wouldn't be hard for ShinRa to cover but the less they had to cover up the better of course.

Hence his preference to wait for the first attack to be on his targets terms. Easy to claim self defence, and lowered the chance of a riot.

[Forzare]

Adrian’s eyes briefly met the Turk’s. They were that eerie blue, which meant that any conflict, would be highly interesting and would hurt a lot. The prisoner began to walk away again. He raised his gauntlet over his head and made a fist with only his middle finger erect. The rest of the yard joined in making catcalls and other forms of mocking tones.

His eyes scanned the crowd quickly. Where was this man’s partner? No doubt waiting by the car, or even at his shack. The prisoner motioned for the people to move in front of him. Before they could even process the order, Adrian had pounced on one of them and began wailing on his face. It was a guy that Adrian didn’t like anyways, but his idea was to start a riot. At least then he would have a better chance of escaping by using the massive hoard behind him as cover.

Sure enough another inmate was pulling at Adrian’s shoulder to start another fight. In less than five seconds the entire yard was pulling off a successful brawl. The guards rushed over to call for back up while Adrian made a break for the line of shacks. He was almost tempted to use his powers, but that would draw all of the wrong attention from the Turk. Plus he was starving and didn’t have the energy to have an all out fight with him, especially considering the newcomer was full of Mako.

[Natzy24]

Young growled a bit watching his actions following the target intently with his eyes moving into action the moment he made his break evading the brawling, his speed making up lost ground smirking as he came up behind him "bad move," he stated as he grasped the hand with the gauntlet to twist it behind his back with a smirk "you can either come willingly or I drag your unconscious body with me, I don't particularly mind which," he added on.

Already he could hear the guards reinforcements arriving. He almost wished he could help deal with that situation but his target was this man and it would be no use for him to lose his targets. It would be a waste of time. Valuable time he didn't really have. He had his hand on his gunblade ready to use that to knock his target unconscious if he had no desire to come with him willingly.

He wasn't looking forward to Rufus' lecture when he returned.

[Forzare]

Adrian grunted as the Turk grabbed his gauntlet.

“Y’know, I could use a good nap.” He maneuvered out of the lock. That was the first thing a man learned out here; Get the hell out of a hold. Adrian fell to the ground and grabbed a fistful of sand to throw in the face of his enemy.

“What happened to being subtle with missions? Or did the Turks get tired and started hiring SOLDIER rejects?” The prisoner let the sand fly where it may and started running away again. He didn’t bother to check behind him to see if the Turk was following him.

“I’m NOT going back to ShinRa!” The man breathed as he headed towards the open desert. How many times had he come this way only to meet the same horrible end? Fiends were out there, sand wyrms, dehydration, sharp rocks... It had all attacked Adrian at one point or another out there. Just a few more yards and those would be his worries once again.

[Natzy24]

Young turned his head as the sand was thrown closing his eyes enough to allow his eyelashes to protect his eyes from getting sand in them before he chased after Young quickly, grabbing a rock, aiming throwing it at the knees. He didn't want to risk throwing it at the targets head. Easier to deal with a broken limb then a dead target.

The orders had been specific to bring him back neutralized. The route Adrian had taken was bringing him closer to where Young had left his buggy. Quickly Young came in drawing his gunblade moving to trip him even as he reversed grip on the gunblade to use the hilt to knock Adrian out.

He knew that he needed to neutralize the target before they were too deep into the surrounding desert or he would lose him, which would look even worst on his record

[Forzare]

“Gyah!” The rock hit his knee and slid down the back of his heel that eventually cut the back open as it slid off. He had really been caught off guard. His entire left leg hurt immensely, fortunately the adrenaline rush was there to nurse the pain and prevent him from realizing the realities of his injuries.

“He threw a rock at me..” the prisoner grumbled “You THREW a rock at me?!” Finally the chase was over as Adrian tripped over his other foot. He had given up and finally lay out of breath on the sand of the prison town. He closed his eyes as the blinding sun shone directly in his eyes.

“Oi, Turk, get over here and block the sun.” St. Claire chuckled to himself before sitting up to examine his foot. There was no point in running anymore. That joke of a Turk had caught him fair enough, according to prison standards anyways. Adrian wouldn’t try running, not with his busted foot. He hissed as his dirty hand attempted to brush off the sand. Men could die in here because of a cut like that, especially when infection set in.

“Now what?” Adrian’s violet eyes glared through his tangled mop of hair. “I go to ShinRa and you kill me there? Or do I get to meet the good Doctor Hojo and he gets to gut me for whatever fancy strikes him that mornin’?” He was still going to act like an ass. “Huh? Where are we headed you scrawny insect of a Turk?!”

The prisoner spat at the feet of his enemy and waited for the next move.

[Natzy24]

Young gave a chuckle at that before just using the butt of his gunblade to slam it into his head with enough force to knock him out without causing undue harm easily hefting him up on his shoulder to carry him back to the buggy avoiding the main prison yard. Mission successful....after a fashion. With little heed he just dumped him onto the back seat before getting in the front driving back to where he'd left the helicopter.

He notified HQ he'd be bringing the target in shortly before casually dumping him where he could at least clean and bandage the wound he'd inflicted to avoid infection as much as possible making sure he was suitably restrained in the back before he took off starting the flight back to ShinRa HQ, his gunblade resting on the empty seat next to him.

[Forzare]

His eyes occasionally opened during parts of the long trip back to wherever it was that Young came from. He was getting a bit of sleep, but it was more or less, his body was getting the rest it needed. Whatever he had been lying on was extremely comfortable and helped in keeping him asleep.

The last thing he remembered seeing was a man in a white coat that escorted him into some sort of building on a stretcher. Young had been beside him briefly as they left the helipad. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he fell asleep again.

An electronic beeping filled his mind as he slowly came to. He felt weird. Adrian had been bathed, dressed and had an IV in his arm to rehydrate him, then there was another bag attached to his IV, probably a drug. The prisoner moaned. This was a bad place to be too. He hated hospitals, especially after working with Hojo and all of the other poor excuses for doctors who had seen him over the years.

Adrian tried to sit up quickly, but there were restraints across his chest to keep him in place. He grinned.

“Don't blame you guys.” He said in a slur of words. There was too much going on in his head for him to accurately be able to assess his situation.


-RUFUS SHINRA-

He had been reading over a small insignificant report when he received word that Young had returned which was then followed by a write up on the mission. He sighed and slowly closed the folder. Young had managed to bring back the target swiftly, though apparently a bit damaged, and there had been a riot in Corel prison.

"Please send him in." Rufus was livid, but again, he refused to show it. Instead he sat back in his chair and waited for Young to enter.

[Natzy24]

Young had accompanied Adrian to ensure he caused no problems for the medical staff before he'd returned to his quarters. At the summons from Rufus he gritted his teeth before he made his way there. Before he knocked to receive permission to enter he closed his eyes taking a deep breath before releasing it, adjusting his suit and tie before knocking.

Upon hearing permission to enter he counted to three to calm himself again before he opened the door shutting it quietly behind him, eyes lowered, showing in his own silent way that he was willing to surrender to whatever punishment was deemed necessary coming to a halt the customary three steps away from the Presidents desk.

He took a breath keeping his eyes lowered "You wished to speak with me, President Shinra, sir," he stated in his usual calm manner, though a tad more respectful then usual standing in a balanced posture. Waiting now. He'd already made it obvious in his stance that he would indeed submit to whatever punishment was deemed necessary in his lowered eye gaze.

[Forzare]

Adrian had started yelling at the top of his lungs to be freed from his bed. The drugs were still pumping through his system and he was starting to feel sick and confused. Nurses appeared as white streaks of colour across his vision.

"LET ME OUT DAMN IT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY LEG?!"


- RUFUS SHINRA-

Rufus reopened the folder and continued to stare down Young. Never did he ever bother to re-read the mission brief.

“Congratulations on your success Young. He was a valuable target, who you managed to bring back, scathed, but alive. I trust all of it was necessary of course, especially after that prison riot. I’m curious to hear from you personally how that was a necessary part of your objective.”

Rufus recomposed himself and finally glanced over the report before closing it again.

“No matter. You have been reassigned. Reno and Rude shall be taking over your duties. That man you brought in shall be your new assignment. Train him, watch him, and change his tune. Congratulations, you just hunted down your new partner, Young.” Rufus stood up and placed his hands on his desk.

He raised his voice. “Until that is accomplished, you are responsible for him and shall be given low level tasks. Are we clear?”

Rufus sat back down at his desk and went back to being calm.

“If you have no questions, you are free to go to your partner. I’m sure he should be awake by now and terrorizing hospital personnel.”

[Natzy24]

Young bit his lip giving a nod "President Shinra, sir, if I may explain the prison riot, that was unforeseen and unplanned for, there was the constant presence of violence in the atmosphere and I felt no matter how I acted there was a chance for a riot," he stated calmly.

With his piece said he nodded before bowing slightly turning to leave keeping his face a calm mask at least until he was in the privacy of the elevator and heading down. Then he punched the wall hard. It didn't take him long to recompose himself as he neared the floor he needed to be at.

Quietly he stepped out heading into the infirmary his pace unhurried, keeping his own inner anger quelled. He heard his..... he couldn't even THINK the word.... target's protestation's and he followed them tapping him on his shoulder "Fighting never does you any good," he stated. "Now calm the hell down or I'll have them knock you out again,"

[Forzare]

“YOU STINKING DOCTOR! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?! WHAT THE #$%@ IS GOING ON?!”

Adrian growled and rested back on his medical bed when Young spoke to him. He didn’t know where they were moving him to, but it wasn’t fun. There were too many drugs in his system. The doctors had already started sedating him.

“Where the hell is my stuff?” Adrian said calmly. He motioned Young to come closer. His arm was extremely heavy as his fingers twitched for the Turk to come over. The rate in which the hospital raced past him was starting to slow down now.

On his escape from ShinRa two years ago, Adrian had simply blacked out only to wake up in Prison, and then Young springs him from jail and knocks him out only to be taken back to ShinRa. Adrian had not seen the outside world in two years! That was another thing that bugged him.

[Natzy24]

Young looked at him "your stuff will be provided for you," he sighed "Your to join the Turks," he added on, refusing to state why or when or how. "No you have no choice in this matter, the same as I have no choice in other matters so don't make my life harder by arguing" he growled softly to himself.

"Once you leg has healed I was assigned to train you up, and get rid of your attitude," he finished his eyes narrowed in anger, the only break in his otherwise calm mask of indifference.

He mainly wasn't happy at Reno and Rude being assigned the better job then him. But still....he'd chosen to take his punishment

[Forzare]

"So we're partners? Feh, good luck with that."

Adrian looked up at Young and grinned. "The boss didn't like your attitude 'r somethin'? That's a pretty big punishment."

He was good with reading eyes, they were the windows to the soul and right now, Young was doing an amazing job at repressing his rage, but his eyes were on fire.

Adrian didn't want to press the issue right away. He was at a slight disadvantage after all. There were a lot of needles hanging around.

"So I just got conscripted into the Turks... Buddy, you should'a left me in jail."

Adrian's eyes rolled around in his head as another drug was given to him. The nurse had said something about speeding up the recovery of his leg. The liquid was cold as it was rammed down his veins.

"Oh Baby! Was that good for you as it was for me?" His words were so slurred by this point that he wasn't sure if he had said that or not. His leg started to burn shortly after and then passed out.

[Natzy24]

Young glanced at him with a growl "The boss didn't like the prison riot," he growled out. He had to chuckle mentally at Adrian reaction, shrugging. Turk's weren't that bad. Far more intellectual then SOLDIER. He would have pointed that one out but he figured that judging from his slurred speech he probably wouldn't remember. Instead he just looked at the medical staff growling out "I'll be in the training room, let me know when he wakes up," before striding out. He needed to do something to calm himself down again.

He couldn't let Adrian constantly see how angered he was. For starters it was highly unprofessional. It was also a weakness as far as he was concerned. He didn't do Weaknesses, he refused to keep them. Hence why for so long he'd evaded taking on a partner. Most of them would hinder him rather then give him back up.

[Forzare]

Adrian woke up a few hours later in another hospital bed in a sterile and rather boring room. The former prisoner had never given up on trying to escape and luckily the restraints were now off of him. He was still groggy but awake enough to notice that there was only one door, which was locked, and no windows. The door itself looked like heavy-duty plastic, or glass, and the only thing that looked like it could possibly break the glass was a single chair off to the side of his bed. It had metal legs and a fabric back rest to complete the façade of comfort and style. Two security cameras on either side of the room watched the man’s every move.

To his left was a small closet, not even wide enough for his shoulders to pass through. On his right, there was a single IV bag attached to a large metal stand. There was no heart monitor, just the single bag.

“Huh... Well, you look pretty much done here.” Adrian moved to rip the needle out of his arm. He hissed as the needle slid out of the skin as he ripped off the medical tape. The narrow tubing fell to the floor as he sat up slowly. There were no real sharp pains shooting up Adrian’s leg, so once again ShinRa technology had managed to alter the natural course of his body. Then again, it would really suck to be immobile for six weeks for the bone to heal on its own.

Adrian slid to the edge of the bed and placed pressure on his feet to see if standing was an option right away. The one leg felt weak, but still strong enough to carry his weight. He took one step forward and grinned when he managed to stand up. Sure he had a limp, but at least he wasn’t horribly drugged. The room was slightly spinning, but he was used to that already.

“Time to check for presents.” The prisoner approached the closet and cautiously slid the door open. Inside was a freshly pressed black suit with all the fixings. The shoes were neatly tucked overhead on another shelf along with a few toiletries. His personal effects were nowhere in sight. Then again, he didn’t blame them for wanting to throw out what they deemed garbage.

“Ah crap.. He wasn’t kidding.” Adrian groaned as he slid the door closed. It was creepier that the people had time to take his measurements and find something suitable for him to wear. Did they actually expect him to ‘start work’ on the same day he was released from hospital? Were they that desperate?

Adrian casually walked over towards the chair and gingerly picked it up by the handles and walked it across the room. He stared long and hard at the door before flinging the chair in its general direction. It made a loud thud, and simply fell to the ground.

“WHAT THE HELL!? THAT'S WITCH CRAFT!” Adrian decided to fling the chair at the security camera, which knocked it off the ceiling. That was bound to get someone’s attention.

[Natzy24]

Young worked his way through his warm ups, not that he needed much of one, before he entered the holographic training unit facilities setting the level to moderately hard readying his gunblade as virtual reality took over once the holographic systems kicked in.

He let his senses take over moving to a spot where he could remain out of sight as he listened to the briefing of this 'mission'. It was a retrieval one, as he'd specified. Due to the failing in his last mission being due to his lack of discretion he'd set the goals high.

He had to retrieve his target without arousing any type of suspicion. Any form of offensive would be seen as failure. He was half way through his assigned training when suddenly the virtual reality system shut itself down. He glared looking about angrily before he realized more then likely it was to alert him his...target was awake.

He gave a sigh heading to see what he was doing now. Probably something stupid. As he approached the room he noted the chair had moved and it didn't take him long to work out that it had been thrown. He gave a shake of his head calmly walking in "No point trying to escape through the door," he stated.

Silently after that, once he'd made sure the door was closed, he righted the chair and sat in it watching him. His eyes focused on him intently, resting his chin on his hands as he regarded him, his face totally unreadable now.

[Forzare]

Adrian smiled calmly when Young entered the room and gave the Turk the ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ look. Adrian had gotten back into bed a while ago and was tracing his finger over a few scars on his forearm. He reclined in his bed and stared back at Young. His eyes were somewhat off putting. To think, at one point Adrian would have been more than happy to get eyes like that.

“So, when’s orientation? I noticed the uniform already, gotta say partner, that's disturbingly efficient.”

Adrian moved to sit at the edge of the bed and cautiously stood up. He wasn’t one for making sudden movements anymore. The prisoner winked at Young and walked towards the closet.

“Whatever.” He grinned and pulled out the suit. “Darling, one of us is going to have to change.”

[Natzy24]

Young shook his head "I think its to give me as least excuse as possible to back out," he stated about the presence of uniform before he sighed walking to stand in the door way turning his back "You interrupted a training session" he stated with a growl. This was why he didn't want a partner. They interrupted his training all the time.

He waited patiently then back turned for Adrian to get changed "tell me when your changed" he muttered "and no funny business like trying to attack understand?

[Forzare]

Adrian grinned at the back of Young’s head.

“Well, if I do decide to attack you, it’s going to be with pillows and shoes.”

He threw his hospital gown at the wall closest to his partner’s head and started to redress. The fresh clothes felt soft and comforting on his skin. Some of it still smelt like the cleaning agents that had been used on the materials. He popped his collar and debated keeping it that way, but it looked a little too awkward, even for Adrian’s standards. He buttoned up his dress shirt half way and left half of it untucked. His jacket stayed undone and the tie had gone missing, or at least that’s what Adrian was going to tell them. Though it was simply shoved up in the closet. The last thing to be put on was his shoes. The socks were already feeling restricting let alone putting on shoes. Why did society insist on wearing shoes? Adrian winced as he tied up the laces and stood back up.

He felt like a conflicting idea. His unkempt mid back length hair and stubble stood out against the freshly pressed suit, even if he had tried his hardest to mess up the look.

“Ugh… Done.” He found a piece of material to use as a temporary hair tie until he could get it cut.

“Sorry if I interrupted your sessions, but I don’t overly care, and if you let me go, we’ll both be happier. Anyways I’m starving. I haven’t eaten since…” Adrian paused. “Hah! I can’t remember… How about you hook me up with some breakfast.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and continued to have a smug look on his face. Adrian waited for Young to say something.

[Natzy24]

Young turned to look at him once he'd received confirmation he was done. "As much as I'd love to let you go I don't want to face President Shinra's wrath," he stated calmly. His eyes narrowed at the state of his targets dress. Not another Reno he thought mentally with an equally mental groan.

"I take it that no one ever taught you how to dress," he stated semi-sarcastically. "Where's your tie?" He added on almost not wanting to hear the answer. Hopefully he'd be able to ... educate this one into at least looking smart.

He glanced at his watch, suddenly aware he was hungry "We'll eat now, then after that I'll see what you can do at the VR training suite, don't worry I won't push your leg too hard,"

[Forzare]

He took a step forward, or rather, limped towards his partner. It was more because of the shoes than his leg. Maybe a few days of being reacquainted with them would make him feel better. The former prisoner shoved his hands in the pockets of his trousers and waited for his partner to lead him to their next destination.

“You’re too kind.” Adrian replied in a monotone.

He reminisced about the long days he used to pull in the simulator. How long ago had it been? Two years and … 3 months? No, maybe 4? Either way he had remembered the last mission fairly vividly. It was a simple battle mission with a new materia. It had been a prototype called Icarus, and its purpose was to give the wearer certain abilities unique to its user as well as grant the power of flight. His ass had gotten handed to him that day and none of it had worked properly. Go figure.

“Hm?” He snapped back into reality when Young walked out of the room. He cautiously followed behind Young, careful not to get close to any doorways. It was a habit he picked up in prison. If a man got too close to a door, someone could grab him and beat him senseless. Distance meant someone got an extra couple of seconds to prepare for combat.

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Young was subconciously heading to his room to place his gunblade down. Show Adrian his sleeping quarters until enough of HQ had been rebuilt. He had to give a slight groan as he realized then that he still had some experimental items scattered on the spare bed.

Still he couldn't exactly alter course now, they were after all almost there. He turned to glance at Adrian "Wait outside while I clear the spare bed off, shortage of rooms," he stated simply rather calm. He opened his door slipping in starting to clear the bed of, carefully placing much of what he'd been experimenting on in a chest placing his gunblade on top of the aforementioned chest.

"Right coasts clear, hope you don't mind any underwear still lieing about we're both men here aren't we" he called semi sarcastic.

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“Don’t mind me.” Adrian leaned against the textured wall of the Turks’ makeshift barracks. “Fancier digs than what I’m used to anyways.” He mused.

The recruit scratched the stubble on his chin and waited. He had already sized up the hallway and silently noted each security camera placed near the doorways. A heavy security door was hidden inside of the walls, vaguely exposed by thin gaps between edges of the door and the walls. It looked like it would hurt if someone had the misfortune to ever get caught in them. Adrian was sure that he would be the one to activate them if he were to ever bolt. Then there were the numerous security bots silently puttering around the main hallways on lower levels. Apparently the Turks could look after themselves, or Shinra had confidence that any insurgents that dared enter would never live to see the upper levels.

Adrian’s violet eyes moved back towards Young’s door when it finally opened.

He smirked. “I got nothing to put in there.” Ah well, no harm in taking a quick look around.

“Wow...” Mentally, he was thanking something that his circumstances hadn’t been worse. It was going to take a while to get used to everything, but right now everything seemed like a dream come true. Except for the whole ShinRa thing, of course.

“So, I don’t touch your stuff, and we’ll get along okay-ish?”

For a Turk, Young was pretty messy. Adrian had always envisioned them as being neat and tidy, just like the suits they wore. Then again, appearances were deceiving. He eyed the gunblade for a few moments then stepped back out of the room.

“Are we good for food now, or what?”

Adrian was usually on the brink of starvation, but this was just painful knowing that food was somewhere waiting for him and he wasn’t there to get it.