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shiva_dancing_backupWho: Rufus and OPEN
What: Rummaging through remains
Where: Midgar, to be exact, ShinRa Building.
When: Mid-day.
WArnings: Cursing? No rating really.
Rufus shook his head slightly, that rather light blonde hair moving in front of his eyes as he knelt in the rubble, careful to avoid anything ‘uncomfortable’. Really, he had been here so many times to decided that he couldn’t destroy it yet, every time he looked he would find new…Well, old things.
Partially damaged documents, files, a hard drive safely tucked away somehow. He would find experimental Materia, Rudimentary Materia, Advanced Materia even in this pile of what no one seemed to realize was precious anymore. Straightening out the delicate male -- who almost never did this kind of stuff on his own -- rubbed a the gauze wrapped about his forehead, hiding where the Geostigma had once been.
It was tiring, perhaps he should have brought some help today…
Rufus straightened out and patted himself down, carefully moving across the rubble to what was slightly flat land.
What: Rummaging through remains
Where: Midgar, to be exact, ShinRa Building.
When: Mid-day.
WArnings: Cursing? No rating really.
Rufus shook his head slightly, that rather light blonde hair moving in front of his eyes as he knelt in the rubble, careful to avoid anything ‘uncomfortable’. Really, he had been here so many times to decided that he couldn’t destroy it yet, every time he looked he would find new…Well, old things.
Partially damaged documents, files, a hard drive safely tucked away somehow. He would find experimental Materia, Rudimentary Materia, Advanced Materia even in this pile of what no one seemed to realize was precious anymore. Straightening out the delicate male -- who almost never did this kind of stuff on his own -- rubbed a the gauze wrapped about his forehead, hiding where the Geostigma had once been.
It was tiring, perhaps he should have brought some help today…
Rufus straightened out and patted himself down, carefully moving across the rubble to what was slightly flat land.
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