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| Tseng smiled thinly as he watched the surprisingly large group gathered in one of Shin-Ra's ballrooms, he'd never realized quite how many people considered him family whether they were actually related or not. There was a smattering of brothers and sisters along with their kids, people he couldn't remember seeing but were somehow actually related to him and had come to congratulate him. Turks were there, of course, new ones who were just beginning to learn how to tie their ties and old ones who'd retired before his time.
He'd given a speech; speaking of loyalty and camaraderie, that they'd only need to call and he'd put his tie back on and be out the door for them. Once a Turk, always a Turk and he'd never abandon them or the tiny group of relatives he'd recently been informed of still having.
He knew he should talk to them, approach them and say something but he didn't know a thing about any of them these days. Family had been the company for nearly twenty years now, and while blood was thicker than water he'd shed an awful lot of it alongside the Turks.
It was awkward.
[OOC: Tseng's dreaming of his retirement party, and there's newly discovered family in attendance.] | |
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| [ This new dream that begins is rather... tame when considering who the dreamer is. Inside of tower there is a room filled with windows and books, all in which are covered in Christmas decorations. Outside the windows are spirits floating by with presents in tow.
With a fire blazing in the fireplace the cold air begins to warm up. But no matter how many cheerful decorations and bright lights there are the room still gives off a very creepy and haunted feeling. To make matters even stranger, standing by one of the windows was a rather tall and very well dressed skeleton. He was looking out beyond the glass, below at a town filled with monsters and creatures, all that were busying themselves with putting up lights, decorating dead trees and tombstones, and wrapping what could be assumed to be presents.
But for anyone looking closely at everything outside of the window, everything seemed faded. Sometimes it would go out of focus for a moment like a projection reel. And as the skeleton man stood there and watched he pressed a boney hand to the window and watched, all the while humming along to a haunting melody that was playing in the room. ] | |
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