It was taking longer than De Nam thought to complete the gummi ship. He had not been long ago when he had stolen the blueprints to one from a mouse looking creature. There were far stranger things in this world than on Gaia, but he would take it in stride. He was not the best mechanic in the world, but he knew enough to get by. What he did not know he would ask the old man who lived next to him for help.
The old man was the closest he had to a friend since he had appeared in this world. Truly, though, he missed the Turks. They were his family since he left Corneo's gang. De Nam was determined to find at least one of them. He did not even know if any of them had survived the destruction of Gaia. He could only hope that was the case.
De Nam looked up from his work, wiping his brow with a small cloth. There was no way to tell what it was by the sky alone. This world was stuck in a perpetual twilight. There never seemed to be a time when someone was not awake. That was fine by him; it allowed him to collect the parts he needed without seeming too skeptical. It was bad enough the townspeople thought he was a psychopath because he never talked.
But today he would have to venture into town. The junkyard did not have the part he needed to finish the engine to the ship. De Nam stood up and brushed the dirt from his outfit. Even if his fellow Turks were not around he would still wear the attire. He gathered his small whiteboard, clipping it to his side. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he walked down the cobblestone path leading into the shopping district.
Vincent had heard of strange situations on this planet. A young lad seemingly confused all of a sudden, he being in a different position in mere seconds looking a little ruffled. There were rumous of strange characters floating around, appearing and disappearing seemingly out of thin air. He had also heard that it was mostly full of children.
Indeed it was. Twilight Town was a happy place drifting in the Universe apparantly mostly untouched by the darkness that encroached upon the planets that surrounded it. The people here seemed to have now idea what was going on outside their atmosphere. They were closed off and of little help to him. However there was something nagging at Vincent, that something had happened here and the people had passed it off of supersticious talk or children making up stories again. Vincent had also considered that it might be nice to drift for a while, to take a step back from the confusing mess the rest of creation was in.
Vincent had heard from a few complaining locals of a psychopath that lived in the neighbourhood. Perhaps he had been causing trouble? Vincent decided to head to the one place where he knew gossip would fester despite the fact he was uncomfortable with it. He was used to the hostile glaring (he was sure he was starting some new and vivid rumours of his own) and the whispering but excited people tended to be less discreet. He didn't need nor want that kind of attention. Vincent tried to project a more approachable air while in the shopping district. It wouldn't do to scare potentional informants away with his atmosphere alone.
De Nam could hear the townspeople murmuring as he walked into the square. Over the past months he learned to ignore them and continue about his business. He need not feed into the rumors by allowing them to fear the garbled thing that was his voice. He had scared small children with it before. He had to admit he did sound like a creature that just crawled out of the Midgar Swamp.
That is when he spotted the other unusual man in this town. He had never seen him before. His face would be a hard one to forget since he should out so absurdly against the other citizens living here. De Nam had to stop in his tracks and stare at him. He reminded him slightly of something that would walk out of Hojo's lab. At least now he would not be the center of gossip in this town.
He shook his head of his thoughts and continued on his way to the accessory shop, not realizing that said red caped man was after him in specific. It was not hard to deduce he was the said 'psychopath' given that the gossip trailed behind him everywhere he went. Even as he entered the shop, the shop clerk took it upon herself to keep her hand on the phone. She was so paranoid of him even if she had seen him numerous times.
Vincent swathed in red with a golden sharp claw for one hand, pointed metal feet, a red bandana and a ragged cloak obscuring most of his face. His silken hair was straight and long down his back, slightly unkept but not messy in appearance. He had approached a few people, most of them staring or stuttering out replies.
Vincent spotted him. He recognised the suit instantly. It was exactly like Rude's and although it was black now, it was the same design as the orignal blue. Twitters of conversation surrounded him but most, now seemed to be about himself. The man's hair was unusual also covering half of his face. Turks did make for very intruiging people.
The nervous woman behind the counter irritated him. If he was going to do something, surely he would have done so already? She appeared to get more alarmed as he approached.
"You are one I do not recognize but your suit suggests you survived Meteor and found the others," Vincent said intruducing himself in a mysterious way. He wasn't one for boring formal introductions. It was the only way he could indulge in the smallest amount of amusement.
De Nam paused in his investigation of the parts to face the man. He had known in a way he was being followed, but now he knew the reasoning. This man was from his home world. So it was possible that his comrades had survived the destruction as well. That was very hopeful. What got him was that this man obviously knew he was a Turk. Maybe that is why he had been singled out by him? But how would he know of the Turks? They were a secretive group within the Shin-Ra ranks and not known by the general public.
De Nam raised his eyebrow to the stranger and unclipped the white board from his belt. Taking the marker from his pocket he began to write on the board. His handwriting was nothing special, but at least it could be read without a Rosetta stone. He took a moment before turning the board to the stranger:
'I may have survived, but the others I have not found... what do you know of us anyway?'
De Nam had a bad habit of writing first without explaining his condition. He allowed others to assume what they would of him. Most people did not matter in the long run from his casual encounters with them.
-- Edited by Sephiroth on Sunday 5th of July 2009 01:09:30 AM
Vincent's palor was being discussed now. He could hear them no matter how quiet they thought they were being. His sharp ears listened intently. His pale skin still had a slight gray quality - a side effect of living in a coffin for thirty years.
The woman was trembling a little. "I'm sure you're safe Ma'am," He said hoping to appease her. It didn't. It in fact encouraged her eyes to stare widely at him as though he had horns. Sometimes Vincent thought that might be easier. Horns would just be horns after all and not three chuckling voices echoing inside his head. At least they were amused and not angry. He wouldn't have a headache for a while now.
Vincent raised an eyebrow at the white board but made no comment. Either it was an excentricity or he couldn't speak. It could be a sensitive matter.
"I haven't seen any of them either. Reno and Rude aren't exactly difficult to miss," Vincent commented. By the looks of this, neither was this young man. He had always thought there were only four Turks left. "The Turks? We've had dealings. You seem surprised,"
Vincent could practically smell the curiousity. His sense of smell had been useful to him on many occassions. Vincent shrugged. "The Turks are known, before as Blue Suits, whispers of them like shadows. As far as I am aware they became more prominent publicly when their numbers dwindled. They and Avalanche had many dealings. Shinra didn't appreciate the Reactors being blown up," Vincent himself would have happily slept if it hadn't been for the mentions of Sephiroth. In his darker angrier moments, Vincent occasionally cursed Cloud for waking him.
Vincent paused to glare at the woman behind the counter, pleased when she got the message and looked down at the work top her hand curled tightly around the phone.
De Nam could not help but to smirk at the female's antics. He was far used to her ways since he frequently visited this establishment.
He listened into Vincent's account of what he knew. The man certainly knew a lot which further proved that he was tied to Shin-Ra in some way. He seemed to recall Verdot speaking of a red eyed Turk among their ranks at one point, but he had never personally met the man. Maybe if it was possible this was the same person that Verdot held in high regard.
De Nam took the white board back to face himself and erased the contents making a slight sound in the back of his throat. It seemed strained and hoarse but he was not attempting to form any words. He wrote rather hastily, but legibly. Once he was finished he turned the object back towards Vincent.
'I joined shortly after Avalanche began their first attempts to take out the original President. We had many joining the ranks at the time, but we were more in the shadows than Reno or Rude. My name is De Nam, yous?' It read.
He was curious to see if this man was indeed the ex-Turk that Verdot talked about. Until now he thought it was merely the fancy of an old man and not truth. He personally had not known Verdot very well, but fought for him as Tseng had loads of respect for the man.
Vincent blamed the WRO and Avalanche. The barely blinked at his appearance and they were usually the only people he talked to until the Tsviets and even then it was mostly just the people he saved from the Deep Ground Soldiers.
Vincent noddded. He had heard the strained noise clearly. "They benched you," Vincent wans't one for mincing his words.
Vincent grunted. "I am unfamiliar with this period," He replied vaguely. He had been fast asleep at the time with no intentions of being otherwise. "I assume I joined Avalanche much later. They were persistent," Or he was too irritated to go back to sleep and alarmed by the mention of Sephiroth.
"Vincent Valentine," He replied. His name was known he knew but he only presumed it was his unusual and mysteriously sudden disappearance (he assumed the rumours would invovle Hojo, since he was notorious) and each undoubtedly did not end well, and that his father Grimoire had been a leading scientist. Most Turks didn't use their last names if it was their names at all, but his was difficult to get around without permanently altering his appearance. That, quickly, would have grown tiresome. "The locals don't like you," He stated. That much was easy to gather...and painfully obvious too.
De Nam raised his brow a bit at the mention of being the one they benched. It was true he had stayed in the background running information checks and gathering. What good was a Turk on the field that could not properly phone in for back up? He had the Don to blame for that lovely privilege of this. But now was not the time or the place to feel regret about such things.
Vincent was it? Yes, that was the name of the man Verdot often conversed about. De Nam could not quite remember the circumstances that had forced Vincent to leave. He could be certain though, it was nothing pleasant. Once you were a part of the Turks you could not leave without consequences that were none too pleasant. Or you could be like Tseng's mentor who was sent in exile in Costa Del Sol for just being too damn good.
He turned the board to himself, erasing what he had written before. He took note of the shop clerk watching closely what transpired between the two. He had never used the board to converse in her shop, so she sooner assumed he was some psycho trying to get under her good graces to kill one day. He shook his head at her before going to write a reply to the ex-Turk.
'You were a part of the new Avalanche that was a mere shadow of terrorists that the originals were.' He would leave it at that before erasing the board to write something else. 'They do not like me because I can't talk. They fear what they don't understand.'
Twilight Town was a peaceful place after all and anything out of the norm was targeted as bad. De Nam could not perceive such a world if he had not seen it himself. His life in the slums sealed his fate of seeing the world in a slightly darker light.
He set the board under his arm finally getting the part he needed. He paid for it and left the shop, motioning Vincent to follow him back. At least at his home they could talk without being stared at.
Twilight Town was bright. Vincent's eyes twinged a little at the light pouring down from the heavens. He resisted the urge to rub them. It wasn't that his eyes were light sensitive as such (although he suspected Rude's might for he always wore sunglasses) it was another added effect of sleeping for thirty years in a small enclosed space. Vincent could see as well in the dark as he could in the light. Since losing Chaos however things weren't quite as sharp as they used to be.
"I hadn't intended to join but one of their members told me things of importance," Vincent replied. Basically he couldn't sleep knowing what Sephiroth had become. It shouldn't have been that way for him but he never stood a chance being the son of Hojo. "They called us terrorists too. Our goal changed towards the end," To stop Sephiroth. Young Aerith was lost in the attempt. She didn't stare, not once, not like the others had for a time. He couldn't blame them. Had he been normal, he would have stared too.
"Yes. I haven't noticed this," Vincent said glancing at the trembling female. He longed for Tifa who would smile pleasantly, or even Yuffie, despite the handful that she could be.
Twilight Town itself set Vincent on edge. It was too peaceful here, too quiet, too nice. It was as if it was just thought up, created for the inhabitants pleasure. No conflict to Vincent was a very strange thing indeed. Vincent quietly followed De Nam to his destination. He was quiet on his feet as always, senses alert and eyes roaming.
De Nam led him in silence to the place he called home for now. Behind the brick walls lay remnants of a gummi ship that he had been working on. There were scattered pieces here and there that were assembled, but it wasn't near completion. He never realized how much work he had to take on until he actually started. De Nam sat down in front of the engine piece he left to get the part for.
He wrote once more on his board, 'I have been stuck here since the destruction. I have been trying to build a means to live.' He explained. He erased it once he was sure the man had time to read it, 'Yes I recall detailing your missions with the WRO.'
He took the part out of the bag and began to assemble it on the engine. Hopefully now with this the part could work. He disliked this town and all of the peace of it. Which was odd for someone who had seen as much war and bloodshed as he had. But he missed the antics of his friends and most of all Gaia. He wiped his brow a bit and wrote another note to Vincent,
Vincent quietly followed De Nam. Behind a brick wall was a gummi ship he was obviously trying to whip into shape. Vincent thought it was an obnoxious looking thing which purpose was elusive if you didn't know what it was supposed to be. He had a feeling something was coming that he wasn't going to like.
"Shalua Rui was most useful during those operations," Vincent commented acknowledging her role. He had liked the young scientist although she got excited at times. She continued to fight for her sister, her, reason to live, despite knowing that she had become an emotionless killer at the age of 9. At least she died having found her again.
Vincent raised an eyebrow at the question. "I didn't have a phone until after the incident with Bahamut Shin at the Shinra Memorial in Midgar," Vincent sighed. "What was the original Avalanche like?"
De Nam recalled her name as being something familiar but nothing more. He may have seen the name in passing on a few documents. If she knew how to build these things in an easier way, he would not care if he knew or not.
The next question he had to think on for a bit. They were nothing like the group Cloud had assembled. He took up his whiteboard to reply:
'They were ruthless. One of them wanted all life dead so the Lifestream could be replenished.' He waited and then erased, 'Their leader Elfe, was not so bad, just misguided. Fuhito, however, was a nutjob... similar to Hojo.'
He believed that was the best way to sum up the main people who lead the group. Their activities were a different matter. They were far from innocent and certainly were terrorists.
'One of the sectors was taken out by them. They attempted to summon the ultimate summon in order to destroy Midgar completely, however, we stopped them.'
Those were the glory days of the Turks. A time when they knew how to handle the situation a bit better than a squadron of Soldiers. Turks relied on information on their enemies to fight. Soldiers were just sent with little knowledge and expected to achieve results. That matter had required the finesse and technical no how of the Turks. He was proud of that.
"I see," Replied Vincent. "Their goals were much like Deep Ground," He mused. "Although they had a little more destruction in mind than life replenishment on Gaia," No Deep Ground had wanted everyone to die, killing the 'clean' beings to confuse the planet into thinking it was in grave danger and all life was dying. Their screams could be heard carried in the wind. It was something that had Reeve particularly freaked. It had been odd too, to see Edge desolate, eerily quiet when just a year before the battle with Bahamut had taken place and the people were running around screaming.
"Barrett was against killing," Vincent replied. "They all were since he recruited the original members," Cloud came later introduced by Tifa apparantly. They met the others along the way. Jesse and Biggs died during one of their operations. Vincent had had Tifa tell him of their operations, their movements, the decisions, who had joined when etc. Barrett had went nuts when he found out Vincent was a Turk.
"They Ultimate Summon," Vincent mused again. Mysterious...he wondered what name, what gender that summon took. It was as ominous as Omega, the Ultimate Weapon. "Ahh so the Turks were the heroes in that tale. I see now why Shinra was so eager to take Avalanche down - besides the fact they were telling the truth,"
Vincent sighed to himself. He helped the Turks upon occasion when they required it. You could call it misguided loyatly since he hadn't been one for years, still, like all Turks they had been his family while he was there, especially after his father's death. Verdot had been most kind on that point. "If you have blue prints, I can see if I can make sense of them," He said reluctantly.
"Yes Hojo was a waste of space. At least now, I can rest knowing he'll be denied a place in the Promised Land," Vincent said a tiny smile on his lips. Killing him directly would have been much better, preferabely slowly but he'd have to settle for doing so through Weiss.
De Nam smiled a bit at the last comment made by the other. A sound similar to laughter came from the back of his throat. He remembered having to go after Hojo so he would not defect to Avalanche. It was amusing. At least the bastard got what he deserved in the end. He hoped the same could be said of Fuhito.
'Your friends were different, rest assured. Fuhito could not even be in the same league.' He admitted on the white board before setting it aside. He grabbed the blueprints and showed them to Vincent.
De Nam had written several notes off to the side and on separate pieces of paper. He knew how this thing needed to be put together but it was taking a lot longer than he anticipated. He was pushed along in the passing weeks from the urge to see his fellow Turks again. It was a goal he had to keep in mind. He pulled the tool box he had been using behind the two of them to allow for easy access before communicating to Vincent again.
'Supposedly this allows you to go between the worlds. Its simple, almost like a kid's block set.' He set the board off to the side and started where he had left off.
The engine was almost complete and with a few screws here and there it would be finished. The issue would arise when he would have to assemble the gun system and place the whole thing together. The old man in the junkyard had promised him a computer navigation system if he even got that far. The old man was certainly all about seeing strange machinery come to life. De Nam often wondered if the old man pretended not to know more than he let on. Either way he would be appreciative of his help and Vincent's own.
(As a side note I almost tempted to call this Gummi model: The Turkmobile)
Vincent considered De Nam curiously. "It has been a long time since someone laughed at such a statement," He said before deciding to add. "I was glad I was able to elminate him, disappointed he was not dead already, nor could I do it in the fashion I wanted," Vincent shrugged. "I never told Cloud,"
Indeed he had not. He hadn't wanted to trouble anyone who had come into contact with him with the knowledge he was technically still running around. They couldn't know for how long. There was no way of determining when Weiss picked up Hojo when he performed a synaptic net dive. Picked up...made Hojo sound like a hitchhiker...no too nice, he was an insidious little virus that took control of the main Tsviet. Almost made you feel sorry for him.
Almost, but not quite that far.
Vincent studied the blue prints. The was thankful he learned quickly and learned well. With his shy, quiet disposition even his liking for violence could not have saved him had he not been able to memorize and gather information so effectively and pass it on. It was one of the reasons Avalanche asked him to do recon when the time came - or he was way ahead of them.
"It looks ridiculous," Vincent said agreeing with the 'voices' it was an offense that should be destroyed immediately. Unfortunately, that would be rude, and Vincent had found no reason to be so. Usually his form of rude came in the form of a bullet and that definately wasn't on the table. "But yes, that is the idea,"
Vincent pointed to two blocks. "I think, when the time comes, you'll find they may be the wrong way around...but I can't be certain," Gummi plans were horrible things to work with.
"The Darkness reaches far and wide. There are many worlds for you to explore. Although I have been to many and not seen a trace of a Turk or Avalanche. It is entirely possible you are the only one,"
How horrible it must have been. It had been truly disconcerting to find yourself swallowed by a deep dark black, especially when it reminded you so much of Nero the Sable's darkness only without the deeply oppressive atmosphere.
De Nam had to agree with how ridiculous the machine appeared in the blueprint. He really had to trust that whoever made them wasn't a complete idiot so that it would fall apart upon launch. Sometimes the sanity of these other worlds had to be put into doubt. De Nam seemed to frown a bit at the mention of the Turks not existing anymore. He however would not give up hope on that. Reno, Rude, and Tseng, he knew, were too stubborn to just stop existing. They had come out of terrible situations before. He would not doubt his comrades.
He looked to the two parts that Vincent believed to be backwards and he nodded, writing on his board, 'If I find that out at the end then I will fix it then.' It really was hard to make heads or tails of what the hell was going on in this plans. It really was like a child had put together a bunch of building blocks to make a ship.
He finished tightening the screws and bolts to the engine before replying to Vincent once more. He just wanted this over and done with. It was nerve wracking to live on a world where everyone thought you were a psychopath.
'I still have to try. Reno, Rude, and Tseng are too stubborn to do anything but live.' It may have been naive to think of such things, but it did not want to think of it as the other way. He finished building the engine, but he would not be able to start it to try it out until he had the power supply finished as well. It was quickly becoming annoying to work with.
-- Edited by Sephiroth on Wednesday 8th of July 2009 10:34:38 PM
"I think a child drew it being creative and some idiot decided it was a good idea," Vincent decided. Mutli-coloured Lego blocks? What was the universe coming to? How on this planet, or any other, were they supposed to travel the stars in that? It makes Cid's rocket look cool. Oh how Vincent missed the Sera - although it was perturbing to know the engineers actually had no idea how it worked or why. That ship flew beautifully, even if Yuffie still managed to get air sick. At least she wasn't talking...or worse, bouncing around.
Vincent frowned lightly. It really was no concern of his, he wasn't truly bothered either way but he was curious. "Not bothered about Elena and Rufus?" Vincent enquired since their names were left off that list.
Vincent frowned harder at the schematics. "This has no discernible upwards direction," He commented. Was it upside down or not? How could you tell? Vincent was becoming quickly irritated with silly ship. He forced himself to be calm as he became aware he was disturbing his fellow inmates.
"Tseng is stubborn indeed," Vincent commented returning to the Turk subject. "The should have died due to the injuries sustained from the Remnants."
De Nam cracked a small smile at the comment over the ship. What Vincent said was not far from the reality. He wrote on his board,
'I appreciate the assistance all the same despite the whacked engineering plans.'
De Nam thought over his boss and Elena. He had not met Rufus enough times to warrant much care for the man outside of his loyalty as a Turk. Elena usually left him alone since she was new when he had lost his voice. She would be very talkative and that was something he was not. She would sooner over look him than to hold a conversation.
'I never really knew Rufus that well. Elena did not talk to me since I can't talk back.' He wrote to the other.
He recalled that moment all too well when Tseng came back with the bandages across his head and various other parts of his body. He was up and running again in less than a week, granted slower than he normally was. He had to admire his leader for that.
De Nam moved on to another part of the ship to get his mind on how f*cked up this whole thing looked already. It looked like the schematics, but that did not make this... thing easier to look at. At best he conceived it as a train wreck. He kicked at one part before sitting down to finish it, holding his board up for Vincent to see what he had written.
'Maybe it will look more obvious as we get done? Either way it will be a mess.'
Vincent nodded. "Elena does not strike as considerate and Rufus isn't exactly the most approachable of people," It wasn't his problem anymore. He liked being on his own. AS far as he was concerned it was the best way to be. There was no one's unwanted, unwelcomed company, who would yap your ears off, attributing to the noise and wonder why you have a headache. No one to try and check up on you...it was just, so free.
A thought occured to Vincent. "Was Rufus funding the WRO?" Reeve Tuesti was convinced of it. His theory did have some weight. How best to make yourself feel a little better than by using your money for a cause that was dedicated to restoring the Planet you ruined. Still, people were too hard on Rufus sometimes, forgetting that he did inherit quite a lot of the mess. Who Vincent truly blamed for it was his father, since he had his hand in raising Rufus, shaping who he grew up to and aspired to be.
A small smile crept onto Vincent Valentine's lips. "Cid's heart probably stopped," He commented. The Gummis did look rather stupid and Cid, the engineer, the mechanic who had his beloved Highwind and Shera would probably blow a gasket at the garish sight - it was anything but cool - before the curious side take over. "That is, until he just has to know how it works,"
Cid was probably dealing in Gummi blocks right now.
De Nam nodded in agreement to Vincent's acquisitions. He knew his teammates all too well. Some of them were more easily impressionable than others. Rude and himself were the quiet ones in back and sometimes were overlooked just because they did not make a lot of noise. Rufus did not make a lot of noise, but he had a presence about him that was hard for anyone near him to ignore.
He replied on his board to Vincent's question, 'Yes he did, but I never told you that.' Rufus had anonymously used some of his fortune to fund the WRO. Why the man had not stepped into the light about it, he would not know. Maybe he finally wanted some peace or feared that people would still hate him. No that wasn't it. Rufus never minded if people hated him. That man did make sense to De Nam sometimes.
De Nam cracked a small smile on his visage at the mention of Cid. He knew so little of the pilot except he liked his godd*mn tea. He was sure almost any pilot from Gaia with half a brain cell would detest these gummi ships.
'Well the faster we get this done, the less we will have to think on its dubious engineering.' De Nam commented on his board.
It turns out, they were bored. It was never a good sign when his resident nuisiances were bored. It usually lead to headaches and distracted conversations. His head had been so quiet recently that it had taken a while to get used to it. His head felt strangely empty without Chaos rousing the others and making a racket. Vincent had found himself for a moment vaguely wishing Death Gigas would just smash the Gummi to pieces. Apparantly, 'smash', 'crush', 'kill', 'blood', and 'murder' were all he knew and for some reason 'fairly lights' were all he knew.
Vincent shook his head. "Practically all my knowledge of Rufus is second hand, although I do know that he isn't the coward his father was, but far more vicious,"
Vincent was sure he wouldn't offend De Nam and stated his facts without emotion, but didn't care if he had. He was blunt and to the point and it was the way he preferred to be. He never liked to sugar coat things or dance around the issue. He found it pointless. The result was the same.
"Reeve already suspected so. He said he thought it was someone who figured they owed the Planet a lot." Vincent smiled wryly. "And that he wasn't bothered as long as the money kept coming,"
"How does it fly?" Vincent wondered. "I understand Geostigma but this makes no logical sense...or any kind of creative sense if I think bout it,"
De Nam took the facts in without showing any offense to Vincent's words. He knew the truth of his boss and he was not going to defend him or sugar coat the matter either. He was loyal to Rufus for Rufus. That would not change. Even now with the lack of his presence he was trying to seek out his boss. In a way it was like family. Rufus was just the father figure that lead the Turks along with Tseng, though neither one of them could really be considered a mother figure. That would be plain silly.
De Nam nodded to Vincent's comments, sharing his own sentiments of wanting to smash this... thing. He knew if he did that all of his work would have been in vein, and he would never be able to leave this world.
'Rufus does feel regret, but that doesn't mean he isn't still a bastard.' De Nam replied. Rufus was going to be Rufus, the brat politic.
De Nam had to sit back and consider exactly how the ship was going to fly as well. From the schematics and what he could see visually... magic. He knew that was not logically true however. The ship had to apply the same dynamics as a rocket ship in theory at least to get off the ground and into the sky. After that it did not make much sense to him. Something lay inside about following paths that were between worlds only.
'I know the engine powers it. The manual says something about it follows the path between worlds. I am not sure on how that works... I am going to guess magic at this point.' De Nam replied on his board. That was what interested him in this endeavor to begin with, the paths between worlds.
He erased the board, 'If we work diligently, it should be done by tomorrow evening.' He really wanted to know what these paths were and whether or not they would lead him to his Turk family.
Vincent also felt regret and that too, didn't make him any less of a bastard either. He was a Turk after all, though probably one of the nicest ones to have existed. He couldn't be sure though. He did, afte all, carry out all orders with ruthless efficiency, apart from the last one to protect Lucrecia Crescent. However, Vincent was sure they didn't actually mean form herself but that didn't stop him from trying anway.
There's a manual? Why wasn't he informed of this before? Vincent thought indignantly. He frowned as he heard the equivalent of a soft chuckle. At least someone was partially amused by this. "It must be the magic from the paths between worlds and not the user itself otherwise travellers would get half way there and float until their reserves stocked up again. Assuming that theory is correct, Gummi ships should essentially disappear when the paths are closed,"
Vincent Valentine held back a wince. Tomorrow evening? It would have been a mercy to just smash the things to pieces, shrug and say 'oh well' and walk away. Of course, that would leave De Nam stuck in Happy Land tearing his hair out since the locals insisted he was a psychopath. Clearly they hadn't heard of anything as absurd as a mute.
A question popped up to Vincent, and here he had someone who might know. This was a casual irritated conversation between two Ex-Turks trying to fathom a ridiculous creation. Perhaps the younger would be willing to answer? "Deep Ground certainly was one secret the public wasn't expecting to find," he stated as he locked two blocks together.
(Sorry about the delay in a response. Life has been H*ell to say the least. )
De Nam nodded at the other's reaffirmation of magic as a power source. It was rather ludicrous but what about this ship wasn't anymore? He tried not to think on it anymore. It only ended up making him more pissed off in the end. Eventually if he kept thinking on it, he would trash the thing and be done with it. He was ready to be off this world and onto to better places. He had to keep thinking on that to keep him going. This place certainly was a h*llhole.
Taking out the manual from his toolbox, he handed it over to Vincent for his to skim over. He read a little into it but it was hard for him to understand it. He had to get the manual from the old man next to him. He certainly knew more than he let on. De Nam was almost certain that once the ship was complete more of that manual would make sense to him and Vincent both. He would even be inclined to give the other a lift to another world if the need arose. He liked paying his debts back.
De Nam moved to another section to move it over to where they were to connect it to what they had been working on. He listened to Vincent's question and wrote down on his board, "What precisely is that?" There were a lot of things that they did not expect to find down there. Most people did not even know Deep Ground was anything beyond a medical facility.
Vincent wondered why he bothered staying. It'd only make him more pissed off in the end. He hadn't come here to help fix someone's Gummi - especially a Turk he had never heard of - but he guessed his old allegiance came in handy for those in need. (However he wasn't entirely sure he would have stuck around to help Reno despite his help during the Children incident. If so there surely would have been duct tape covering his mouth and strict instructions not to remove it. Vincent then realised what Reno would probably think of that and blanched.)
The manual, at least, wasn't quite as ridiculous as its contraption but Vincent still couldn't say or pretend to have any respect for it. While Shera was a beautiful magnificent machine, he could pretend to like rockets and the like for the benefit of Cid who'd have no qualms over slicing and dicing. You just didn't insult Cid's machines. Not if you had a death wish, that is.
Was it him, or were the blueprints and the manual a bit at odds? Vincent was no expert and Gummi's didn't seem to involve much logic but he was almost certain there was something wrong. He decided to point it out to Nam - could it just be an error?
Vincent didn't believe for one second that De Nam didn't know. The WRO found out almost right away their name. He raised an eyebrow. "You know the guys that were rounding everybody up and killing at random. Strange. I'd thought you guys would be the first to know,"
