[ Report I ] Hearts and Stars

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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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Maybe he couldn't see the future, but he also couldn't shoot a lazer out of his forehead. Both rumors had circulated at one point as well as other equally ridiculous ones.

Once outside Tseng leaned against the railing, eyes closed as he listened to the muted sounds of traffic and people far below them. He knew he probably looked older in the different lighting, wearier, the scars more noticeable, like he was beginning to wear thin. He'd be more than content to just stand here in the quiet coolness of the night, the city a mess of fallen stars at their feet.

"...do you remember the last time I took time off for anything other than an injury?" He asked quietly, still not opening his eyes.

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"No, I don't. None of us have taken time off in a while." There'd been too much to do. At some point, the job had become more than a job, somehow. She couldn't tell exactly when that had happened, the precise moment, but there was no denying that it had happened. No one had ever fired them, and they had never quit, even though they could have.

She had her own scars, but she didn't mind them. Maybe she was even proud of them. They were part of her now. It wasn't that she didn't notice he looked like he needed a break. She noticed more than she let on. "Speaking of that, you could just take a vacation instead. I know you don't do things halfway, but leaving the Turks?" She paused, gazing out over the city herself. "You sure you want to do that?"

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"It was before we were told to kill Veld." He supplied, and then shook his head.

"If I took a vacation it wouldn't be a vacation, you know that. You or Rufus would be calling me to ask where the paperclips are or what form to fill out or to come fix the copy machine. I'll be there for the important things, like Veld." Though it had probably been a shock to actually see the former Director alive and well after Tseng had shot him. "Though I'd rather you didn't shoot me to make it convincing."