#The Turks haven't paid for anything

[tifa-simp]

Not only do I need Tifa to slap the living shit out of Scarlet in part 3, but I need her to slap several more people. Namely, the Turks and Sephiroth.

And I'm talking about bitch slap with no comeback, they'll just have to shut up and take it from Tifa.

Or even better, let Tifa and Yuffie jump Scarlet "The Boys" style.

[gcldfanged]

Being assigned to 'guard Sephiroth' felt a bit like a joke. The Argent General outclassed Jae-hyo and his fellows by leaps and bounds, if anything the Turk would be hoping for Sephiroth's protection if worst came to worst. Still, the higher ups liked keeping their best in show on a tight leash, so here Yoon was enjoying what amounted to a paid vacation. It was hard to find much reason to complain.

Jae-hyo's body language was relaxed and maybe a little too casual, spreading his legs out with one arm slung across the back of the booth seat. His charge seemed content to spent a majority of the time reading in abject silence, an easy accord being forged between them thanks to professionalism.

That all seemed to fly out the window as they breached open water, the saline aroma of the ocean mixed with ozone giving even their secluded cabin a refreshing ambiance. Jae couldn't help but slide closer to the window, near pressing the tip of his nose against the treated glass to take in the peaking crests of waves and seagulls gliding low along the wind currents created by the ship cutting through air.

"Have you ever been to Junon before?"

The question posed gives him pause, a neutral expression overtaking his earlier wonderment. Memories surfaced quickly and he brushed away the spontaneous reel of sensory input brought to the forefront of his mind- Having a burlap sack twisted over his head, the scratchy fabric smelling of stale breath and tears.

"Just once. I was inside the whole time during the trip to Midgar, so I didn't get to enjoy the open sea as much as I was affected by motion sickness below deck," he snorts derisively, watching as the sun's gentle rays made the sea water glimmer as it stretched beyond the horizon. It wasn't a total fabrication is there was a small onze of truth to his story, right?

"I'm more accustomed to snow and mountains than the beach, so it's a nice change. I haven't even really seen the city proper- So I'm not sure what to expect, really."

@gcldfanged

Shinra trusted him enough to get to the boat, but not enough to wander the other city without supervision. He wanted to be mad about it, but couldn't really muster the emotion. Having a companion wasn't so bad, honestly. He just didn't like having one that reported his every move back to his superiors. But he was also used to it. His entire life was nothing short of a constant performance.

Sephiroth was already aboard the ferry that would take them from Midgar to Junon. It once was a battle ship in its prime, but since there wasn't much reason for sea battles, it was converted into a luxurious liner that leasurly traveled from Midgar to Junon. Mostly used by the upper class of Midgar. The select few that could even afford it at all.

He was seated in a private compartment, one he favored most. The doors closed and windows frosted for privacy. He sat close to the large window that overlooked the shimmering sea beyond, reflecting the afternoon sun. By the time the got there, it would be later afternoon, drowning Junon in rays of gold and fire.

One hand rested on the table over a small leather-bound notebook, his other propped ups his chin as his mako-green eyes flicked from the window to the other person in the compartment with him. He looked rather disinterested at first, until he focused his attention on his assigned companion. He never met this one before and was curious about him.

He hummed a quiet laugh then shifted, sitting back in his seat and crossing his ankles under the table. A faint amused smile played across his lips. Slit pupiled eyes gazed undaunted at the Turk whom was assigned as his traveling companion.

"Have you ever been to Junon before?"