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I have done it!  I (my lawyers) have found a clause that renders the loophole my father used to freeze his assets null and void... and that means I am free to do whatever I want!  I've told my father where to stick his job, and I leave for Midgar in the morning.  I may have some unfinished business here, but it can wait.  Orlandu, I won't forget that you owe me one.

I honestly don't know what you all see in this world.  Granted, some of you are dead and stuck, but surely the other worlds can't be worse than this hole, or saving the world is just a waste of time.  *sigh* I'll never understand some people.  Enjoy your world and its lowest-common-demoninator entertainment, I'm going back to civilisation.

OOC: This is Rufus' departure, try as I might I couldn't quite click with the character.  I'll replace him with someone similar though, but maybe a bit more evil, as opposed to being good at getting his own way :p

Ugh, beaten by an obnoxious musclehead who has the sheer arrogance to call himself a hero.  That man deserves to be put in his place, but unfortunately not by me.  I can see my strategy was flawed, I should have been focussing on blinding and poisoning him earlier, and replenishing my health and mana later. 

But now I must watch from the sidelines instead, and return to work at that hole my father calls a restaurant.  I think he is beginning to trust me a little more, but knowing him it won't mean he will relent anytime soon and let me get back to work at Midgar.  We could have another outbreak of geostigma on the 7th world for all I know, and all I'm doing is serving pizza.  My, how the mighty have fallen.

It's about time something exciting happened in this mall.  I've just gotten back from a quest to rescue Vincent, and have my 20GP to show for it.  I'm not sure if it was worth the time off work I took (father is annoyed that I was gone longer than I said), but at least it was a change of pace.  It was no challenge for my superior mind and driving skills, though.

Thankfully, I returned in time to sign up for the Arena tournament.  It's been a long time since I had a good battle, since most of my advisors and generals made the effort to keep me out of harms way as President of Shinra Co.  The last chance I really had to prove myself was in a fight against Cloud a few years ago, which I had to make an early retreat from.  I would have finished him if the chopper hadn't turned up so quickly. 

Unfortunately, I cannot bring Dark Nation into combat with me at the Arena, but I think I will be prepared for all possibilities anyway.

I have been slaving away these past two weeks rebuilding my father's store.  It's a dirty job, but the repairs are nearly complete now, and I have done my absolute best to prove myself in father's eyes.  It's only a matter of time before I reclaim my inheritance, then I can ditch the old man and return to Midgar.

To further cement my father's pride in me, I've spent many of my breaks attempting to sabotage the efforts of my colleagues, so that I look even better by comparison.  Some of them have had minor accidents preventing them from repairing for short times, some have been drugged with sleeping pills, and some have turned up late or simply failed to turn up on certain days.  That'll have something to do with their alarms being tampered with.  Thankfully for me, the old alarm clock excuse is so old that no employer ever believes it.  Father has been very angry with the other employees, but thankfully his dear old son was around to pick up the pieces.

I am a man who knows what he wants, and will go to any length to get it.  I still have a favour to call in from Cid Orlandu, so I have a powerful asset there.

The people here at the mall are so stupid.  Only this week they proved their consumerist, sheep-like nature by all agreeing to be scanned by one of Cosmos' subordinates, in exchange for cookies and 'favour'.  Are people really that easily swayed by food and a pat on the back?  Can they not see that they're really being recruited into some sort of army for Cosmos?

Admittedly, I admire her for her effortless control over several employees here, and I feel that perhaps I may be able to exert some control over these so-called heroes.  That is, once I have rid myself of the stigma of Rotting Pizza employment. 

Well, I have found at least one consistency between The Rotting Pizza and Midgar - both seem to filled with detestable, impoverished scum.  Not only that, but they seem to use grease as a unit of measurement, which thankfully excludes the clientele from that of the cafe, which at least attempts to make something decent.  Not that they succeed, but at least they don't drench their crap in grease.  Still, stupid people are easy to manipulate, and it only takes a 5% off voucher to keep them coming back.  Father has to pay the bills somehow, I suppose.  He can't access his old accounts due to being declared dead, so it can only be a matter of time before he gives up and unfreezes his assets.

It does make me wonder though, if there are lawyers who specialise in interdimensional finances.  I assume father has one, or he would not have pulled off this stunt in the first place.

I must return to work now, we have new customers.  As much as I loathe to serve the public, acting as a waiter at least keeps me out of the greasy kitchen most of the time, and I get to wear a white suit. 

Perhaps I should introduce myself first, to the uninformed few that have not heard of me.  My names is Rufus Shinra, and I have a fool of a father with considerably more money than sense.  I on the other hand have considerably more sense than money, despite inheriting his fortunes.

Yes, my father passed away, slain by the man he considered to be the greatest soldier who ever lived.  His death was ironic, but his afterlife... it would make me laugh if it were not so tragic.  To say I ever looked up to my father would be a gross overstatement, but even I gave him more credit than this.  Owner of a Midgar-themed pizza parlour?  The fool has slipped into self parody.  However, that is not the tragedy I speak of.  No, the tragedy is that my father has found a way to freeze his assets on the real world from beyond the grave, and in order to reclaim my inheritance I must work for him at The Rotting Pizza.  Furthermore, the gil I own on the 7th world apparently can not be brought here, so I must start from scratch.

Times have changed.  However, there are number of people here that I wish to become... reacquainted with, so perhaps my stay here won't be completely depressing.