[And in enters the newly crowned heir of the empire himself, flush with victory. He had been anointed when Tseng had uttered those two perfect words before he took his rightful place.
Mr. President.
Those two words still echo in his mind as he finds himself in this dimension suspended in space, a world between worlds. There he is looking at a reflection of himself- no, not a reflection. There are things don't fit together in a way he can't describe.]
[It's almost like looking at a mirror, if said mirror was from the past and kept a perfect, precise image of the person he was-- perhaps two years ago?
But despite everything that's happened to him, time hasn't been cruel to his looks, although there's a notable maturity that he's only recently developed, mostly shown in his posture. Not quite in a hurry to prove himself, a little bit of humility finally learned, but Rufus is still Rufus in the end, and as such, a small if amused smile begins to spread across his face.
Because this is most likely an opportunity he won't ever have again.
And look, he can't possibly be blamed if he just appreciates his past self just a bit, his eyes looking at the top of his hair to his shoes.]
A warning? [How insulting.] And I put on my best suit just for this.
[Okay, not really, since he was just as surprised to be here, but why not have some fun with his past self too?]
[He looks his double up and down with raised eyebrows. He never considered himself overly vain but he knew the importance and power of a perfectly crafted facade.
It wasn't just the suit- it was his posture, the subtle ways in which he had aged. Something was very wrong.]
Oh...that's rather unfortunate.
[Note to self: remind Tseng that if he even thinks of wearing something so baggy and ill-fitting that looked like it hadn't been washed in a week to just put him out of his misery and shove off off the top of the tower.
He sees no reason to mince words even with what appears to be a tired, future version of himself. He had never expected anything less than perfection from everyone, especially from himself.]
[An extremely vague comment, an obvious intention to keep very important information away from his past self. At least, for now. Perhaps it would be interesting to tell him everything, how to avoid Diamond Weapon, maybe create an entirely new path for a version of himself. A world like that would be truly fascinating to see.
Maybe if he asks the correct questions or says interesting things on his own, he'll cut out the bullshit and actually tell him important intel. Until then, however...]
Our life is always so volatile. [Small beat.] Shifts of power always changing... speaking of which, how is father doing?
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sounds good have some remake rufus
Date: 2020-06-12 09:34 am (UTC)Mr. President.
Those two words still echo in his mind as he finds himself in this dimension suspended in space, a world between worlds. There he is looking at a reflection of himself- no, not a reflection. There are things don't fit together in a way he can't describe.]
Is this some kind of future vision? A warning?
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Date: 2020-06-14 01:52 am (UTC)But despite everything that's happened to him, time hasn't been cruel to his looks, although there's a notable maturity that he's only recently developed, mostly shown in his posture. Not quite in a hurry to prove himself, a little bit of humility finally learned, but Rufus is still Rufus in the end, and as such, a small if amused smile begins to spread across his face.
Because this is most likely an opportunity he won't ever have again.
And look, he can't possibly be blamed if he just appreciates his past self just a bit, his eyes looking at the top of his hair to his shoes.]
A warning? [How insulting.] And I put on my best suit just for this.
[Okay, not really, since he was just as surprised to be here, but why not have some fun with his past self too?]
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Date: 2020-06-26 09:26 am (UTC)It wasn't just the suit- it was his posture, the subtle ways in which he had aged. Something was very wrong.]
Oh...that's rather unfortunate.
[Note to self: remind Tseng that if he even thinks of wearing something so baggy and ill-fitting that looked like it hadn't been washed in a week to just put him out of his misery and shove off off the top of the tower.
He sees no reason to mince words even with what appears to be a tired, future version of himself. He had never expected anything less than perfection from everyone, especially from himself.]
It must be laundry day, I assume.
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Date: 2020-06-30 08:25 pm (UTC)[An extremely vague comment, an obvious intention to keep very important information away from his past self. At least, for now. Perhaps it would be interesting to tell him everything, how to avoid Diamond Weapon, maybe create an entirely new path for a version of himself. A world like that would be truly fascinating to see.
Maybe if he asks the correct questions or says interesting things on his own, he'll cut out the bullshit and actually tell him important intel. Until then, however...]
Our life is always so volatile. [Small beat.] Shifts of power always changing... speaking of which, how is father doing?
[Has he been skewered yet?]