[Great minds must think alike because Rude just feels odd when he's not flying or driving to get his shit done. Midgar was a big city, and getting around on foot wasn't going to cut it when he had a lot of ground to cover on his search for the other Turks.
None of the cars around seem up to standard for the sort he likes to drive, but he can worry about that after he has something. A few of them look like they haven't seen action in some time, but one has a man hanging halfway out of the vehicle as he pokes around under the steering wheel, most likely an attempt to hotwire the thing. It's what he would do.
Rude approaches cautiously, not thinking anything out of the ordinary of the man in a similar looking suit, but maybe he should have felt something strange. Prickling of his skin? Hairs standing straight up? No. Rude leans against the back door of the car and clears his throat casually.]
Need a hand there? [Worst case scenario he'd kill the man and take the car once it was running. Best case scenario he could confiscate it by name dropping Turks or Shinra. Most people smart enough to know better wouldn't argue.]
b. RUDECEST? lmk if this is okay.
None of the cars around seem up to standard for the sort he likes to drive, but he can worry about that after he has something. A few of them look like they haven't seen action in some time, but one has a man hanging halfway out of the vehicle as he pokes around under the steering wheel, most likely an attempt to hotwire the thing. It's what he would do.
Rude approaches cautiously, not thinking anything out of the ordinary of the man in a similar looking suit, but maybe he should have felt something strange. Prickling of his skin? Hairs standing straight up? No. Rude leans against the back door of the car and clears his throat casually.]
Need a hand there? [Worst case scenario he'd kill the man and take the car once it was running. Best case scenario he could confiscate it by name dropping Turks or Shinra. Most people smart enough to know better wouldn't argue.]