seeing a guy about some bullets

[chaosvessel]

WHO: Vincent and Seifer
WHAT: Finally visiting the metalworks
WHERE: Seifer's metalworks
WHEN: Sunday, 10/27 -- Mid-day
WARNINGS: Nothing so far, will update



How mum the news outlets were being on the incident involving the robots reminded Vincent far too much of ShinRa to be comfortable. While the Cerberus was capable of firing balls of fire or lightning depending on which Materia he attached to it, but nothing could really compete with a bullet. Cloud had mentioned the metalworks, but finding his way there had proven more difficult than he'd anticipated, the shifting city streets only exacerbating the situation.

He'd been told simply to mention his name, and those there would welcome him, or at least something to that effect. He held his cloak about himself as he approached, looking around for anyone to offer Cloud's name to, arms crossed, bronze-claw glinting in the lights it captures.

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[firacrux]

The difficulty in finding the place was of course by design. Seifer didn't want just anyone stumbling into his shop while he was busy, much less the city authorities. Somehow he didn't think his producing weapons without any licensing would fly over very well. Especially after acquiring some... less scrupulous connections.

The good news was those connections came with some great perks. Namely machines to further help him design and refine his new gunblade models. And Zack's stupidly big sword.

Upon entering the building, a fairly nondescript from the outside old warehouse, it wouldn't take long for the intruder to be noticed. Seifer's often there alone, with his trusty watch crocdog. Not recognizing the intruder he was quick to scamper to Seifer's side, grunting and snapping his jaws in alarm. Likewise Seifer was quick to drop what he was doing, snatching up his nearby blade he'd taken to keeping much closer at hand after the whole robot clone incident.

"Who the hell are you?" He snaps, eyes narrowed. This guy didn't look like he worked for the Head, but one could never be too sure.

[chaosvessel]

Vincent takes note of the strange dog accompanying the young man who seemed to be in change of this place, the jaws and such, before looking back up to meet Seifer's eyes. He doesn't flinch at Seifer's arming himself, but instead crossed his arms casually, the motion revealing the grip of his firearm strapped to his thigh.

"Vincent. Cloud mentioned you."

[firacrux]

Seifer wasn't sure if the gesture was meant as an implied threat, a display of arrogance, or a display showing while armed he wasn't drawing the weapon. Either way he narrowed his eyes, tensing in preparation for a fight. He was willing to defend his workshop against all threats, especially spooky red-clad ones.

Although at the mention of Cloud he relaxed the furious expression, for the moment still holding his ground. A few beats while he considered before he let the tip of his gunblade drop. "Y'know," He began, exasperated. "He really needs to send a fuckin' message along when he's gonna send friends over. Or leave a description. Anything. Shit." He muttered in annoyance.

With the drop in tension, however, Eos took the opportunity to cautiously pad closer to sniff at Vincent's boot. Clearly this is a new friend who will give him pets, yes?

[chaosvessel]

He didn't fault the man for his attentiveness, for his wariness. In fact, he would react in much the same way to an unknown man showing up unannounced to his establishment, that is if he didn't want it found. Cloud had never mentioned the place to be illegal, though. Good to know.

"He didn't know I was coming." He motioned, though. "Call him if you don't trust me."

[firacrux]

Hey, hey now! He never said it was illegal. It's just... very probably illegal. Seifer never bothered to get official licensing or anything of that nature, didn't want the Head poking around in his business while he turned scrap into slightly more useful scrap.

...It's definitely not legal per se. Don't judge him.

"...Right," That's not encouraging. In fact, you know what? He's going to do just that. Pull out his phone to dial up the man, continuing to watch Vincent warily while he waits. Unfortunately, it being Cloud meant he didn't answer right away so Seifer was left leaving his ringing phone sitting on the workbench beside him, frowning at it in annoyance. Damn it, Cloud.

His gaze turns back to scrutinizing Vincent. "Well, until he gets back to me I'm gonna put you in the maybe category. You find this place on your own?" It's worrying, they've already had robots show up to try to wreck the place the last thing he wants is a raid by the Iterations. He might need to think about moving this underground.

[chaosvessel]

Vincent wasn't surprised Cloud hadn't answered. In fact, it was one of the things he had in common with the young man: isolation. It was why, of all his friends, Cloud was the one he felt the most comfortable around. Still, he was content to wait in silence for Cloud's encoursement whenever Seifer turned his attention back to him.

He leveled an even gaze at the man, expression giving away nothing. He inclined his head by way of answering, making a small 'Mmm' sound of agreement. He kept to the rooftops, which made finding places easier.