Underground, Above Ground, Looking Fine Either Way

[plate_builder]

WHO: Reeve Tuesti, Network Post, OTA logs (and closed starters)
WHERE: Network; Outside of the TRC building; Rufus's House; Closed Starter in Mine
WHAT: Reeve Offering Hair Cuts, checking in on Rufus, reprimanding Mini in the Mines (backdated to tunnel crawling day)
WHEN: Mostly August
WARNINGS: Yelling at Mini for flipping someone off, Reeve having scissors near people's heads?


1. Network Video

Good day all. As you can see, I've hauled myself away from the mines work due to... Well, degrees of issue with the enclosed spaces.

[A lie. A simple lie. Mini had been becoming a bit argumentative in the worst ways and Reeve had chosen to take the feline away from the source of his agitation. Especially since it seemed the people that had been working in and out of the area were doing quite well now that the map was completed.]

I have been working on final refinement of the mines map from the exploration. I can send anyone pictures of the maps I've made, but I'd like to make it a more useful one and was wondering if anyone with Comms might lend me their time for an afternoon to polish something for use on all communicators.

Beyond that...

[Reeve holds up scissors, a comb, and an actual electric razor]

I spent a it of my replicator rations this month on grooming supplies, and have converted the razor to run on the power supply here. While I'm not the best hair dresser, my mother and I used to do each other's trims when I was small. I'm happy to either offer these tools for use for people wanting them, or to have people come and ask for a trim. Mostly, my eyes are blurring so much from this map that I need something to take breaks with.

So, anyone for a trim? I don't promise they'll be fashionable, but your hair will be short and provided it's not overly curly, even. Just show up at the Restoration Coordination building.


2. Okay But Hair Cuts | Temba Restoration Coordination Building | OTA

True to his word, the door to the Restoration Committee building was open wide, allowing in fresh air and sun. Near the front of the very busy room filled with tables and desks and charts and drawings is... Well, it's a single chair. A simple one clearly able to be moved. Next to it a bag that clearly had the materials Reeve was showing off on the network. And next to the main table of the room is Reeve, hair freshly cut, rubbing at his eyes as he took a break from looking at a rather large spread of papers that included all of his notes on the mapping of the mines. They were giving him a headache, with how needlessly twisted the place was. They did it on purpose, just to offend him. Of course they didn't, but it felt like that.

With a sigh he looked up and, catching sight of someone in the doorway, he smiled.

"Good afternoon."


3. Language Young Man | Mines | Closed to Felwinter [Backdated to Mines Exploration]

Mini hadn't been the only one worried when he had settled into crawling through the hole to the mystery further into the mines. But Reeve himself took a deep breath and leaned against a wall, eyes closed, mind linked to that of his companion. He saw through Mini's eyes and listened through the construct's mental tirade and discovery. And when all was said and done and the Ghost and feline returned, Reeve scooped the feline up into his arms and moved away from the others.

"That Felspring is eh real sensible type," Mini observed, and Reeve ignored the comment.

"You and I have to have a little talk," he said when he thought they were closer to being alone. "I can't believe you did that to Cobb."

"'Ey! He started it! Treaten us like we wasn't important. Ain't right, ah'm a livin thing too," Mini grumbled, not as quiet as Reeve might want him to. But surely no one was listening to hear his complaint, right?


4. Checking In On You | Rufus's House | Closed to Rufus

If there was one thing that Reeve knew how to do, it was fret. Free of his previous explorations and with the finally finished and repainted cane in hand, Reeve had made his way to where he knew Rufus had chosen to settle. In his pocket there was a strip of dried baconshroom because he thought perhaps Dark might enjoy not only the taste, but the toughness which might be a bit closer to jerky. It was the best offering he could bring for the hound.

With Mini (properly chided about proper language in polite company) at his side, Reeve began the trek to the restored homes and from there, the one in which Rufus was living. With a raised hand he knocked crisply on the door. Time to see if the boss was in.

Comments

[sinistral]

Qualifications rarely seemed to matter to whose who engaged in the behavior in the first place. And everyone seemed to have an opinion.

"Perhaps," he shrugged. "But my own situation aside, I still have the Atroma's implant from my time with the Fleet. It has not escaped me that, while the Agrii have used some of that technology, they could potentially gain access to or control of that particular system."

[plate_builder]

Fair enough. For Reeve it felt impolite to even begin to speculate. But then he was wincing at the other revelation.

"They put technology you did not consent to in you? The more I hear of these people, the more I hate them."

[sinistral]

"It was standard procedure, from what I gathered. You didn't exactly sign a consent form; you just woke up that way." He drained the last of the coffee, put the cup aside to lace his fingers together again. "I've promised Jon a recounting of my experiences in the Fleet. I haven't finished it yet. But I should caution, I guess, that one viewpoint doesn't encompass the whole."

[plate_builder]

"It encompasses enough to make me testy," Reeve countered. He didn't like the idea of that. "It sounds too much like things some people back home would do."

[sinistral]

"I know that it didn't bother others as much as it does me. But I have a pretty strong view of control, so I'm biased." That was putting it politely. But he didn't often delve into life in the Fleet; he wasn't the only one who had been a part of it and likely all of them had different viewpoints.

[plate_builder]

"I've seen enough people hurt because of a pointed choice to ignore consent and free will that it pisses me off," Reeve admitted.

If ShinRa could have low jacked its employees like that, it would have. And it made him very angry. He lifted his mug to sip at the coffee, hoping for relief in that, only to find his cup empty. And Reeve pouted.

It shouldn't be in a man his age to pout, but there it was anyway.

[sinistral]

"In my experience, those exerting that kind of control rarely care for free will beyond their own." And even that was suspect, as far as the Soldier was concerned. "But you do not need to waste energy on anger on my behalf."

He considered it a waste, in that the situation could not be changed. What mattered was using it to his advantage if needed. So far he hadn't had much cause to use his skills, either native or Atroma-granted, but that could potentially change. It was important to be as ready as possible.

[plate_builder]

"It is less anger on your behalf and more anger on behalf of all that have been in their hands," Reeve answered with a shrug. "I'm good at righteous indignation. Let me have that skill to use as I see fit."

Because he was going to be outraged either way.

[sinistral]

"In that case, I will not stop you." Not that Reeve gave the impression of being easily cowed; the Soldier had the idea that the man would do precisely what he said. Curious how strength came in so many forms; perhaps that contributed to the Agrii's choice of their captives.

He reached carefully for Reeve's mug, to place it with his own. Best to remove the temptation of the empty vessel, if the man professed that he shouldn't drink too much coffee at this time of day.

[plate_builder]

Perhaps it was their strengths, perhaps it was just skills in his case. He had some very useful ones.

He did smile over the mug being moved though.

"I should get back to work," he mused, before looking to the plums. No, he should get to eating that.

[sinistral]

Perhaps both. The Soldier fell into a similar category, at least at a high level view: skills and strengths and perhaps more besides.

"Don't let me keep you from it, if I'm interrupting." He followed the trail of Reeve's gaze but it was unclear to him if he looked at the plums or the map or something else on the work surface.

[plate_builder]

"You were a very welcome distraction," Reeve promised with a smile. "I assure you of it. I needed the break, and the sweets you brought will be a delight.'

[sinistral]

"Most people wouldn't call my presence welcome." He also didn't make a huge effort out of endearing himself to others; combined with a lack of social skills and a desire for a solitary existence, he knew it rubbed people the wrong way. But that was their problem, not his own.

Even so it was pleasing to him that Reeve appreciated the fruit. So simple a gift in return for his kindness in the mine might not mean as much to some people, but there was an honesty in seeing his regard. "But I am glad to not intrude."

[plate_builder]

"Most people aren't me," Reeve pointed out logically. Then again, he was used to men like this one.

"You are welcome to intrude whenever you wish," Reeve answered.

[sinistral]

"I suppose so." And it was a good thing. Individuality, and the pursuit thereof: most people took it too much for granted.

Still, that invitation caught his attention. Dangerous, to invite an assassin to stop by whenever he wished; perhaps Reeve trusted too much in the side of him that wanted to be more than what HYDRA made it. "You like to live dangerously, then."

[plate_builder]

He knew plenty of assassins that had freedom of access to his home. This wouldn't be new.

"You're not the first man with a troubled past, a metal left arm, and the implication of being exceedingly dangerous that I've chosen to trust," Reeve answered with a shrug.

[sinistral]

The difference here was the Agrii. And even then, there was literally nothing they could do should their captors decide to have fun with angst trigger something that they know nothing about. As Reeve had stated earlier, the best they could do was try to be ready for anything.

"I hope that I will not give you reason to regret it," he replied carefully. Certainly the Soldier planned to commit this entire interaction to his notes, in case the memories were taken from him.

[plate_builder]

"I won't concern myself with hope for this. I won't regret it," Reeve smiled. "I have spent enough time in my life regretting bad decisions. I prefer to just not make them."

[sinistral]

"If only it was so simple," he murmured. He still considered it dangerous but what right did he have to tell Reeve what to do? Freedom of choice was important to him; he couldn't want it for himself without also wanting it for others. That just didn't seem right.

But he didn't intend to dwell on that here. The point had been to take a break, which implied lighter conversation. He'd brought enough of the heavy pieces already.

"But if you find yourself in the midst of a bad decision, I will try to help you out of it."

[plate_builder]

There was nothing simple about it at all. But he laughed at the idea of helping him with his bad decisions.

"I don't know, I'm so good at making them on my own. If you were to step in and make sure I made a good decision, I'd ruin my track record, my friend."

[sinistral]

Well, there was a difference between bad decisions and bad decisions. And only one type that the Soldier really wanted to deal with himself.

"Should I amend my offer to mortal peril only? Since my skills lie in that direction."

[plate_builder]

"I don't know. I expect you have more skills you are yet to reveal. But I will welcome rescues in terms of mortal peril."

In fact, he'd be quite eager for it.

[sinistral]

"Heavy lifting," he replied, deadpan. It was true.

And grumble though he might about the whole idea of community, he'd put himself between harm and another person. He considered himself well suited for it, with how familiar he was with causing harm himself.

[plate_builder]

"You look quite strong," Reeve offered with a smile. "And we'll need that. I'll keep you in mind."

Especially now that Cloud and Vincent we gone.

[sinistral]

"Enhanced," he confirmed. "Outside the hardware, I mean." The arm was obvious but quite a bit had been done to him before it was ever attached. "Just ask, when you have need."