Vincent hadn't decided yet whether he would forgive Reeve for bringing this to him. Or forgive himself for accepting this assignment. Damn the man, and his cat too--he KNEW Vincent didn't do solo-bodyguard work anymore. He hadn't since his failed mission in Nibelheim, overseeing the Jenova Project.
Officially his status as a Turk had been classified Missing in Action--Presumed Dead, and written off. His records sealed. Reeve (with Shelke's help--damn them both) had gone digging. He knew for all that Vincent was making peace with his past, trying to move on, that this would not be the sort of thing he'd normally do.
Monster-hunting, bandit-patrol, personnel protection and escort; these were his contracted assignments now with the WRO and what he chose to do on his free time was his own business.
But here the dark gunslinger found himself anyways. Contracted on an assignment of the WRO, as discreet as any of his assignments in the Turks, to be a bodyguard. Considering it was semi-official business, Vincent had his hair pulled back into a loose tail, aside from his bangs which were kept out of his eye by his red bandanna. The long dark coat concealed his shoulder holster bearing Cerberus, with the red over-tunic over black clothing under it. Talons on his left hand, covered by the gauntlet, and a glove on his right,and he stood outside the main audience hall's great doors in Wutai's newest Pagoda. The structure having been built as guest-residence and administrative building in one.
Vincent kept his senses alert, still heightened slightly thanks to his modifications. He'd been briefed on what to expect as the Lord of Wutai broke the news to his summoned subject. The target Vincent would be in charge of being bodyguard and chaperone for.
All he was waiting for now, was the metaphorical fireworks.
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Reunions of the non-Jenova variant
Date: 2015-08-16 03:27 am (UTC)Officially his status as a Turk had been classified Missing in Action--Presumed Dead, and written off. His records sealed. Reeve (with Shelke's help--damn them both) had gone digging. He knew for all that Vincent was making peace with his past, trying to move on, that this would not be the sort of thing he'd normally do.
Monster-hunting, bandit-patrol, personnel protection and escort; these were his contracted assignments now with the WRO and what he chose to do on his free time was his own business.
But here the dark gunslinger found himself anyways. Contracted on an assignment of the WRO, as discreet as any of his assignments in the Turks, to be a bodyguard. Considering it was semi-official business, Vincent had his hair pulled back into a loose tail, aside from his bangs which were kept out of his eye by his red bandanna. The long dark coat concealed his shoulder holster bearing Cerberus, with the red over-tunic over black clothing under it. Talons on his left hand, covered by the gauntlet, and a glove on his right,and he stood outside the main audience hall's great doors in Wutai's newest Pagoda. The structure having been built as guest-residence and administrative building in one.
Vincent kept his senses alert, still heightened slightly thanks to his modifications. He'd been briefed on what to expect as the Lord of Wutai broke the news to his summoned subject. The target Vincent would be in charge of being bodyguard and chaperone for.
All he was waiting for now, was the metaphorical fireworks.