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Cissnei put on a smug smile and it gave Tseng a slight chill. Out of all his Turks, she seemed the sweetest but she was also the one you really needed to watch. Reno wore his heart on his sleeve and Rude was straight to the point. Elena was a little too cautious, and seem to need validation on most things. Kill them with kindness seemed to be Cissnei's motto. He wondered if she was still like that, and exactly how long she had been here. "That they do." Hadn't he just said that to Hojo days before?
As he listened to her, he looked out of the window. This place was a mystery to him, but he wondered if there was anyone who did have knowledge of what was going on. "So is there a reason as to why people are showing up here?" Listening to those around him had been somewhat useful. He heard people talk about being pulled here, but no one had said why. Maybe Cissnei knew something.
Her next statement made him turn towards her with an eyebrow raised. So she had seen him. Tseng knew it would hit her pretty hard to see him again. She was the one that had tried to help Fair, but had not succeeded. Tseng took some blame as well. If he had just told her what his intentions were in capturing Fair, she wouldn't have been so secretive about letting him get away. They both could have saved him. "Well, I'm glad to hear he is doing well. Perhaps I will track him down and apologize. I should have explained my reasons in finding him sooner. It might have ended differently for him that way."
"Unfortunately the letters are in Gaia." Now he wondered if miss Gainborough was here as well. Tseng watched Cissnei close her eyes, wondering what was going through her head as she spoke of independence. "We were loyal to Shinra for a very long time. It's only natural to feel lost when released out on your own." A part of him felt the same way, since he hadn't been loyal to Shinra during the last bit of his time on Gaia when Rufus took over. "Everything we do has a purpose, you shouldn't feel that way."
The subject changed as if it had never happened, and he gave a small smile as he took another drink. "About two months. I haven't found a permanent home yet, but staying here would be great. Thank you." He had been staying in houses, whether it was the owners willingly letting him stay or not. Don't worry, he always remembered to let them out of the rooms he locked them in after knocking them unconscious.
At Hojo's comment, Tseng gave a nod. "A pity indeed. It seems we have our work cut out for us if we want to get back to what we are used to." Tseng himself wasn't really a man of change. He wasn't about to learn anything new, or settle for just anything. He knew what he was good at and was going to keep doing it. It was going to take just a bit longer here since he didn't know anyone or where anything was, but if he put his mind to it, he would get it done. Promise.
Tseng had to admit, he had been thrown off guard when he first arrived in Zephon. Though he had expected to die at some point in his life, if that's what happened to him on Gaia, he didn't expect to be placed in a whole new world. After getting his bearings together, he made his way to the nearest town. Sitting in cafes, book stores and other populated places was what he started with, acting like he was minding his own business when really he was listening to everything going on around him. Though, so far, he hadn't been able to pick up on anything interesting. There were still many places to go and people to meet.
Speaking of throwing Tseng off guard, he honestly wasn't expecting Hojo to talk so highly of the Turks. Not that Tseng though Hojo disliked them or anything. "You flatter me sir, I just did what was asked of me." That was something else that Tseng had to get used to. There wasn't anyone giving him tasks to do anymore. He was on his own now. Well, it had kind of been like that after Rufus took over anyways, but now it was official and he had full reign of what he could do. The remark about Scarlet was not missed by Tseng and he gave soft chuckle in agreement.
At the talk of contact information, Tseng took a notepad out of his chest pocket and wrote down his cell number. "I do not have a permanent place of residence yet, but here is how you can get a hold of me. What would like me to give?" He wasn't quite sure if he would need urine or blood, but he would need the proper equipment to do any of that anyways. "I'm sure they'll be eager to see you." The Turks might be, but he wasn't sure about anyone else he might run into...
"It would seem so." To be honest, Tseng couldn't remember a time where he wasn't doing something. As Turks, they were always sent out for one thing or another. He didn't mind it though, he wasn't one to be idle for too long. A small smirk creeped up on his face. "It seems as though we haven't lost our touch. We still managed to get different factors of information to exchange." That's how they worked though, like different parts of a machine. Everyone had to do their part and keep moving or they would all fall apart.
Cissnei motioned for him to sit as she handed him his drink. Giving a nod, he followed to where she had said for him to sit and sat down, taking a sip as he did so. It was refreshing, especially with the chill that was outside. He looked over at her as she took a seat opposite him, ready to discuss information. He was proud of his Turks, they did their job very well. Now it seemed like Cissnei was taking off on her own, ready to do her own thing. He wasn't her boss anymore, and it was refreshing to see her flourish.
She stated she might accompany him home later, and he raised an eyebrow. "I look forward to it." If she knew of any sights for him to see nearby, it would be a good chance to take in some scenery. That, and there was a part of him that didn't want to be away from her. He decided it was because she was a familiar face and left it at that. Moving on talk business, he was glad to be talking about something that came normally to himself.
As she spoke, Tseng took another drink. He was warming up now, and was quite glad by that. He wasn't a big fan of the cold, but could deal with it if he needed to. "Excellent." The next thing she said surprised him. He thought maybe a few SOLDIERs would be here, but all of the First Class SOLDIERs? Well, this was about to get interesting. "Yes, Angeal was always the level headed one, so it's best he gets them all together before they cause any more problems. How is Fair doing?" The last thing he remember about Fair was that they were unable to get to him first, and it still weighed on him from time to time.
The meeting with Hojo had gone by smoothly, at least Tseng thought so. Others that only knew of the man wouldn't think such a thing was possible, but that wasn't his problem. The two men knew each other well enough to not be on each others bad side, thus Tseng had nothing to worry about. At least, not for the time being. He had bid his farewell that day and set off on his journey once more. He needed to establish himself in this new world. Meet people to gain connections, find some people to work beside, and find a place to do all of this in.
One business would catch his attention. Well, not the business itself, bu twho he heard was running it. It had taken some to confirm his theory, and now it was time to confront a person he never though he'd see again. So Cissnei had her own detective agency now? It wasn't a shock to Tseng, he knew she could do anything she set her mind to. Detective work was a lot like the work they did as Turks, only less violent really. He acquired an address and made his way to Sonora.
It had taken him some time, but Tseng had finally "gotten the feel" for this new world. So, the trip to Sonora did not take him very long, already being nearby had helped some as well. He didn't really have a place to call home just yet, but he had some acquaintences that he could stay with during his travels. He didn't want to settle in anywhere until he knew where the best spot would be.
Looking at the business card in his hand, he double checked the address before heading in and making his way to the office space it said she was in. The door was part way open, so he pushed it the rest of the way and stepped inside to lean against the wall with his arms crossed. The back of her chair was facing him, but he could still see the red of her hair and the glass in her hand. She must of been looking out the window, and he did as well. She was correct, it wasn't Midgar. "I didn't realize how much I would miss how bright Midgar was until I was no longer able to see it." He commented, a small smile on his face as he was sure she was not going to be expecting him to be there.
Tseng listened as Hojo explained his research, and wasn't surprised when he was asked for samples. "I don't see any harm in that." Tseng had never really been "afraid" of Hojo like most were. He saw a man dedicated to his research, even if he was a bit over the top with it all. Then again, there were things Tseng had done in his life that could make people think the same about himself. They were just two people who did their job, through any means necessary.
Chuckling lightly at the mention of Hollander, Tseng couldn't help but remember when he first started as a Turk, after his training of course. The two scientists seemed to have the same goals, but different approaches to get results. At least, that's what Tseng grasped from it all. To be fair, the Turks and the science department didn't associate much. They didn't really have a need to. While Hojo and Hollander made advancements for Shinra, the Turks did the dirty work behind the scenes. Occasionally, they would bring anything they found useful to the men in white, but that was really about it.
"So I've noticed." This world had very few similiarities to Gaia, and that was not something Tseng was looking forward to. He was used to relying on information, physical altercations and revenge. Though he had not been here long, he saw none of that. There wasn't a dedicated company or boss making the decisions, which meant there was no one going after them either. There didn't seem to be any conflict here, and that was troubling to Tseng. That either meant this was a peaceful place, or things were happening in secret. He was going to find out which.
"You know me well, Doctor." A smirk on his face, Tseng was glad to be chatting with Hojo, someone who did know him. In ways he really wasn't proud of, but that was the downfall of being a Turk. Injuries that were hard to heal and hard to explain. "I would never do such a thing." He was quite fond of the currency here. In a way, it made him feel like the little he had here was far more than the lot he had on Gaia.
Tseng was never one to bother Hojo on his thoughts when he seemed to escape reality. Not to say he wouldn't understand, but in a sense, he really wouldn't. Nor was he eager to do so. He could follow along and grasp the information from the scientist, but not the fascination. Science was never really something Tseng liked to dwell on. In no matter of time, Hojo's attention was back on him.
Crossing his arms, Tseng listened as Hojo explained where he was at in his research. It seemed there was a chance there were others from Gaia here, and Hojo believed it too. Neither of them seemed keen on going out to look for them though, not without the resources they once had. Had it been in their, well, previous lives, finding someone was but a simple task. Here though, their connections were limited as was the technology to do so. They could be better off roaming the streets calling names.
Tilting his head slightly, Tseng looked at Hojo. "What are you planning on doing with the research, if I may ask?" He wasn't sure if the other man would answer, but it was worth a shot. To be fair, he wasn't really aware of what he had been doing before this, but he didn't want to see anything disasterous happening, and could maybe prevent it if he could. He would wonder why Hojo didn't just stop that experiment all together and move on, but he knew why. There were some things that just wouldn't change about a person. You spend your life doing something, you want to see it done.
The subject was changed to money, which didn't come as a shock to Tseng. Approaching the desk, he took the paper in his hands. The numbers didn't surprise him either, it was reasonable for the type of work Hojo knew Tseng could get himself into. "A fair price." Some would call it excessive, but it would be needed to have someone like Hojo there if things go sour, which they could very well do. When Hojo stated he owed for the day, the grin on his face put a small smile on Tseng's face as well. "Lucky for you I inquired about the currency of this new world. I'm sure you would not have appreciated being paid in Gil."
When it came to the reasons why the Turks were injured like they were, detailed answers were never given. A short and simple "I got in a fight" or something along those lines were the only details that were needed. If it was Hojo working on them, they would let him know if there was anything out of the ordinary for two reasons. One, so that Hojo could look into what it was, in case he wanted it for research. Two, because he was the one who would know if any specific treatments were needed in order to stop anything further happening to them. The Turks knew Hojo wouldn't go around saying anything to people who didn't need to know.
The man in front of him confirmed that technology here was less advanced, and Tseng made a mental note of that for the future. Tseng had never really interacted with Reeve Tuesti much, but he knew that he was the least "popular" of the department heads within Shinra, and that was putting it nicely. To be fair, Tseng didn't really mind the guy, but he was a thing of the past now, so Tseng made no comment about Hojo's statement.
"I seem to have found myself with no other option at the current time. Until I find those that I can trust here, relying on my own self would be the best option." Tseng was never one to trust many people, so there was a chance it would be quite some time before he had another team like his Turks. They had all known each other for so long, they didn't even have to ask what was to be done half of the time. Though he would never show it, Tseng was disheartened when he thought about the others, and the fact that he would probably never see them again.
Listening to Hojo speak was starting to put Tseng at ease with this new place, as odd as that would sound to those who knew the scientist. Maybe it was the fact that this was the first person he had seen who was also from Gaia, or the fact that this "version" of Hojo wasn't as, crazed, as the one he just left. "It seems you are able to pick up from where you left off, or at least close enough. How do you plan on finding such a person?" It was true, Tseng should probably try to stop Hojo from becoming what he had become in Gaia. Then again, there was no Shinra here, so there could be a chance that it wouldn't happen.
When Tseng mentioned that old habits die hard, he meant his own. There was no way Tseng could just settle down and live a normal lifestyle, not with the things he had seen and what his training had done to him. It would take a lot make this man change who he was, and he wasn't about to start looking for answers to that now. He was going to start over here in Zephon, but only because he now needed new contacts and a new organization to call home. He needed to get everything back in order to continue doing what he did best.
Tseng had to chuckle at Hojo's sarcasm, glad to know he hadn't changed one bit. Why would he though? There was no need to be a different person here. Like himself, he knew Hojo wasn't going to turn a new leaf anytime soon. "Yes, though that was a different way to search for someone than I'm used to. It seems this world isn't as technilogically advanced as Gaia is. Or I just haven't seen it yet. It has only been a few weeks since I arrived, there is much more to figure out." During his time investigating, he had no seen such advancements. That didn't mean they didn't exist.
To be fair, Hojo would be the first person that Tseng would trust to put him back together if something were to happen to him. Mostly due to the fact that Hojo never really cared enough to ask questions, so it was usually quick and to the point. "Seeing that you know what my body has gone through in the past, I see no harm in that continuing. Paying out of pocket is not a deal breaker for me, I can handle that." Tseng knew where to find work without having a job, or to even make side money with a job. Money wasn't an issue for him.
Raising his eyebrow, Tseng couldn't help but crack a smile. "Hm, new research? Can't say I'm surprised. I can only guess that there isn't much information out there about these lifeforms, so you're basically on your own for all of this?" There was a chance Hojo had his own team already, but Tseng wasn't aware of any of that. Once again, old habits die hard.
The secretary returned shortly and told Tseng where to go. Giving a polite nod, he makes his way in the direction she told him. During his time here so far, Tseng had already gathered quite the amount of information. He was a Turk after all, having all the information that one could was key to success. It seemed that everyone came here in the same way, being pulled from their own world. What he was still trying to make sense of was that the very same person being pulled still could live on in their home world as well. There was a chance he was still in Gaia as well as here, and he didn't know it.
That being said, there was a chance that the Hojo he was about to meet with was not the same Hojo he himself had known. Of course Tseng was prepared for most outcomes, so there was no signs of worry on his face as he entered the office. The comment made by the man before him brought a small smirk to the Turks' face. "It would seem old habits die hard." So this was the scientist he once knew, only he knew him from the past. Meaning, the man looked the same as he did a few years after Tseng had joined the Turks.
Tseng had to question then. Was he aware of anything that had happened in the last decade? There was a high chance he didn't, and if Tseng knew anything about the scientist, then he knew he probably wouldn't care that much, especially if the chances of it happening here were slim to none.
Hojo's words were not surprising to Tseng, given the past of the man at the desk. Of course Tseng knew what happened with Vincent Valentine, he was very well connected. However, what had happened back then isn't any of Tseng's concern, and he really didn't have anything against Hojo personally. Crossing his arms, he gave a shrug. "I was skimming the phone book and came across your name, so I had to see for myself that my suspicions were correct. In reference of your statement earlier, I also wanted to see if there was in face someone else here from Gaia."
Tseng had to read the print a couple of times before it finally set in. The, well now ex-Turk, had been looking into physicians as he knew the things he could get himself into could take a turn for the worst, so he wanted to find the best one possible. If he were to find the same line of work that he had previously been in, he would want one that would stick to the doctor-patient confidentiality part of the process very well. There were some things Tseng did that no one needed to know about.
Did he want to keep that lifestyle now that he wasn't on Gaia anymore? One on hand, it was something he knew, and something he did very well. He could prove to be a good asset to the people here on Zephon. Then again, maybe it was time that he settled down and lived a normal life. As Tseng wrote down an address, he realized one thing about himself. There was no way the normal lifestyle was for him anymore. He was trained to be a Turk, and he would find a way to put that training to good use in this new world he had found himself in.
The first thing on the agenda for the day was, to check out this physician that he had found in the phonebook. Gloved hands shoved in his pockets, pistols in their place under his suit jacket, Tseng made his way down the street. He knew where some things were now, but that wasn't surprising. The former commander was excellent at memorizing places, so his journey to Torensten was a breeze. Getting to the office was another task, but he managed to get there in good time. Stepping inside, he went up to the front desk. "I'm here to see Dr. Hojo. I don't have an appointment, but just tell him Tseng Xu would like to speak with him." The receptionist seemed confused, but went back anyways.
