A Favor (Closed to Tseng

[exturkishdelight]

The day had left Vincent restless. There was little to do as it was simple orientation. Learning the new building, the new rules, the expectations. Hearing people complain to him about appearances, particularly his being too intimidating, too much, that arm, that gun... He would find resolution for at least one of those two thing.

The gun was staying.

But being within ShinRa Electric (now called Technologies, as if some people would forget entirely about its history if its given a different name) provided Vincent with a deep ...nostalgia. That was the correct word for it because he certainly wasn't thinking about the darker aspects of his past.

He thought of Lucrecia. It wasn't ShinRa that caused everything, it was a few people, certain names dashed from the company's history. She made her own mistakes as well. Vincent wasn't sure if it was entirely fair that she spend the rest of her existence sealed inside a crystal.

He'd forgiven her. Her son was gone, her husband gone. Even if she were dead within the crystal it would do her far more of a service to provide her with an appropriate burial. Hojo and Sephiroth had hardly been given their own though their effects on the world were more prominent.

Vincent knew he wasn't going to be the one to open the crystal though. He'd tried. IT required more than what he had at hand, except now he had ShinRa Technologies at hand... only the person he felt he could actually broach the topic with wasn't in the office.

Tseng wasn't entirely difficult to find. Quiet bar, evening spent with just himself and a drink. Vincent could appreciate the aesthetic of it as he sits down, hair freed from the annoying pony tail though still suited up.

"Tseng."

10 Seconds Till...

[scntstnotmunky]

Winston had perfected at least one of the items that he had been working on.

For the most part, he had decided that foregoing comfort was better than letting people be defenseless. So after obtaining parts, he had built the weapon. The comforting heft of it in his hand as he cleared his throat and pressed record on the nearby device.

"First test, Tesla Cannon, Overwatch Mark 2. Firing in three... two... one...!"

The weapon crackled to life as he fired. A arc of electrical discharge in the abandoned lot could be heard as he electrocuted the nearby dummy. Cutting the beam after a moment, he nodded. "Impact considerable, could use some work. Hasn't blown up yet."

Secondly, Winston needed to know that if his "rage" still worked. So, setting his glasses to the side, he looked at the charred dummy. "First Test, Ultimate. Enraging in three... two... one...!"

Letting the pressure build, he roared, golden electrical energy crackling from him as he turned red. With a bestial roar, he leaped across the yard, and started smashing everything that wasn't specifically nailed down.

In the aftermath of this particularly violent exercise, Winston's skin snapped back to normal as he sagged. Picking up the recording device, he said, "Test number two success. Ultimate Status: checked."