raspberryturk: (Hey a ceiling)
Aww, yeah. Reno could get used to this having-an-office-of-his-own shit.

It wasn't that he had any great plans for it or anything. Hell, he hadn't even really thought about spending any time in here right up until yesterday when he figured that he should show up in order to do that parent-teacher interview crap. But this was the place, the one place in the whole freaking multiverse, where he could walk in, toss his shit on his desk, put his feet up, and never have to worry about Tseng beaking at him about the use of filing cabinets. Or about Rikku's recent invasion of fuzzy orange home decor shit.

Yep. Reno could live with this.

If anybody came in looking for an interview with the Unconventional Tactics teacher today, they'd find him with his chair leaning backwards, his feet up on his desk, and a lazy grin on his face.

Heh. They gave him an office. How friggin' messed up was that?

[Open!]
raspberryturk: (Freaked Out)
After a certain conversation after class today, Reno had hurried home, a frown on his lips and a million haphazard thoughts ricocheting around inside his skull that weren't amounting to much more than a whole lot of "Oh, crap."

Things were going to need re-thinking. Lots and lots of serious re-thinking. Now they weren't just trying to steer fate, the Turks were trying to Do The Right Thing in the process.

Now, all Reno had to do was... well... inform the other Turk who had anything to do with this.

And that was why he was picking up his phone and dialing. Shit shit shit.

[Contents of phone call and conversation are NFB, that there was a phone call and that Elena came over for work things is totally cool, though. For the blonde Rookie! No, not that one. Or that one. Or that one. Or... that one, either. Dammit, she knows who she is.]
raspberryturk: (Lounging)
Wastelands. Wastelands as far... (SPOILERS for FFVII: Crisis Core within!) )

[And done! Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch and [livejournal.com profile] findingelena for their participation! This follows this post and is the last one we're going to tack up, honest. NFI, NFB, OOC = Love.]
raspberryturk: (Almost Thoughtful There)
A church. They were taking her to a church. (Cut for possibly disturbing content.) )

[Part 3! Played with the stunning [livejournal.com profile] glacial_witch and [livejournal.com profile] findingelena, NFI and NFB and OOC is shiny like Lifestream. The first two parts are here and here, and I promise that is all the spam for tonight.]
raspberryturk: (Wild Thing)
Admittedly, a Wednesday night was a pretty shitty night to go to any bar that didn't actually have something going on. And, in a place like Edge, it wasn't just Wednesday nights that were like that, even at the most popular stop for alcoholic swill in town. It wasn't as though people were going to get together and sing karaoke. Name that tune was pretty much a thing of the past, too. Trivia night? Not so much. But if you got Cid Highwind drunk enough, he'd tell you all about that time he spent about five minutes stuck outside of Gaia's atmosphere.

Word to the wise: Don't get Cid Highwind drunk enough to tell you all about that time he spent about five minutes stuck outside of Gaia's atmosphere.

Fortunately, Reno didn't come to the bar unprepared. He was a Turk. He came prepared for anything, thank you very much. There was a stun baton hidden up his sleeve, extra money for booze tucked away in one pocket, and a deck of cards in one hand. Tifa even tolerated his presence here because he was more or less good business, and he tended to handle her cutting him off when she'd decided that he'd had enough with... minimal leering. Which made him significantly less obnoxious than some of the folks that stopped in for drinks.

And anyhow, kicking the asses of the bar's other regulars at poker? Totally made hitting this place up on his evening off worth any unpleasant aftertaste that his allotted few servings of Corel Ale left behind.

Hey, it wasn't Reno's fault that Barrett was shit at calling bluffs.

[Open for anyone who might want to give Reno a phone call, or what-have-you. He'll probably gloat at you relentlessly, just to rile up the big guy some more.]
raspberryturk: (Ducklips!)
"Back to work, back to work."

Work for Reno, it should be noted, mostly consisted of him putting his feet on his desk and pretending to be busy. There were reports to be filed. He didn't wanna. That required effort.

Taking jobs that involved him chasing down monsters or beating terrorists to a messy pulp or, dare he say it, the jobs that required making hits? That wasn't work. That was play.

Reno? Reno was working. So hard at work. Staring at paper. Paperwork would be less boring if maybe it came in crossword format. Or word search. Or if it was written out in code that replaced each letter of the alphabet with a different picture of a naked chick. If it did that, maybe it wouldn't be so much work!

Yes, he was totally spending his time hard at work trying to will the phone to ring with his brain. Ugh, work.

[For phonecalls, of course. Reno is, as usual, boooored.]
raspberryturk: (Up there omg)
"I'm friggin' bored," Reno announced, possibly to nobody in particular, possibly to the bowl of beans that he'd picked. "Bored bored bored."

The beans said nothing.

"You know how bored I am?"

The beans waited patiently for a reply.

"I'm so friggin' bored, I'm talkin' to string beans."

This was what happened when Reno got himself suspended from duty for two weeks.

Fear.

[NFB for distance, as usual, but totally open for phone calls!]
raspberryturk: (Girly!)
"Yo, boss. Shirt didn't fit right this morning, so I had to undo a few more buttons'n usual, zoto."

Why yes, Reno had decided to come in to work today, in spite of the fact that he could have been in bed, enjoying the fact that he was the hottest lesbian on Gaia for the day. Some opportunities, after all, were not to be missed.

He leaned over Tseng's desk, grinning. A lot. If he leaned any more deeply, he'd fall out.

"Got any jobs for me, boss?"

Reno derived some sort of personal victory out of the fact that it took Tseng a full ten seconds to come up with a reply. A reply which was something of an uncomfortable grunt as the Director slid a few dossiers toward the redhead. Waking up with breasts was no excuse for not getting the job done, after all.

Reno was just fine with that. A negotiation mission, trying to get some hungry locals with guns and materia who were holed up around one of the WRO food banks to surrender?

Today was the day Reno of the Turks would finally get to test to see exactly how far flashing a nice pair of boobs could get him in this world.

[NFB for distance, as usual. Mostly establishy, as I'll be heading out in four hours for the weekend to a land of no phone, no lights, no motorcar, not a single luxury. But open for phone calls if you reallyreally want to and you happen to be around.]
raspberryturk: (Headtilt)
Distress calls from Rookies, left, right, and center. That was what Reno came home to, after over a week without phone reception out in the wastes. And now it was the countdown, before one Rookie would get here, with Ifrit only knew what kind of trauma fresh in her head.

Pick up the phone. Dial numbers. He had well over an hour, between the time Ino's portal would arrive to pick her up, and the time it would actually make it into Edge, after all.

"The boss sends me on one mission in the middle of nowhere, Mako, an' the whole universe goes to Hell without me, zoto."

[NFB for distance, as usual. Open for anyone who needs a Reno call or who wants to give one, all calls will sit chronologically before a certain Ninja visitor, yo.]
raspberryturk: (Oh Thank Shit)
Reno had a bit of a dilemma, and he had today off by some miracle. And so, on his day off, he was going to attempt to fix it.

His living space since he'd moved in to Rude's apartment had become a little on the cramped side. Sure, it was more space than he'd had while he was living in the dorms on Fandom Island. But while he was in school, he hadn't been trying to cultivate greens, either. Unless one counted the green fuzz that sometimes grew on whatever he'd left sitting around, but that was a different thing entirely. As it stood, Reno was staring in bewilderment at the contents of Rude's living room.

Rude had set off for work today with a clearly stated mission for Reno to handle before he got back. He didn't care how he did it, just so long as it was done.

The clutter... would have to go.

So much easier said than done, when you were used to stockpiling whatever you could get your hands on, and you had people sending you care packages from all over creation. Nevermind the assorted bits he'd managed to gather with full intent to toss together a makeshift greenhouse in he future.

"Mako," Reno sighed, plucking the ferret out of his beans for the umpteeth time this afternoon, "I think this couch-surfin' shit ain't all it's made out to be, yo."

[NFB for distance, naturally, but open for the usual riffraff to give their phone calls and what-have-you!]
raspberryturk: (Lounging)
It was a good thing that Bat Eyes were so damn easy to take down, Reno mused, as he wiped some bloody monster sludge off of his baton and onto his pant leg. Things had been busy in Edge over the past few days. A few monsters had wandered into the outskirts of the town out of the ruins of what used to be the Midgar slums, and they were having their hungry ways with the locals.

Which suited Reno just fine. He got the pleasure of being hired on by the WRO in order to take care of the threat while they continued working on setting up their military, and on top of the pay that they were giving him to deal with the job, he got to keep whatever the monsters dropped when he took them down, too. Mostly ethers and bubblegum money, but he could live with that.

He finished rummaging through what was left of the corpse of the last one as it faded away to join the lifestream, or whatever it was that dead monsters did, and then he took a seat on the nearest bench, sprawling out, looking up at the bluish-gray haze of sky above him, pulling out his phone, and turning it on.

Sometimes, rebuilding wasn't really so bad after all.

[For anybody who wants to phone or be phoned! NFB for distance, of course! Zack-related spoilers throughout the threads. Read at your own risk, yo.]
raspberryturk: (Raspberry!)
Grad was over! Reno was a free man! More or less!

And there was no better way to celebrate this fact than to make his way to the hotel, hit up Tseng's room, and then instigate a drinking game of booze purchased straight out of the minibar, while watching some terrible movie on pay-per-view.

One of those Keanu Reeves movies, or whatever. Keanu Reeves starring as Keanu Reeves, doing the things that Keanu Reeves does.

"Two shots if somethin' blows up," Reno announced to the Turks assembled. "Three if it's not because of Keanu, zoto."

[For, like, every Final Fantasy character on the island.]
raspberryturk: (Turk Pride)
In Which Digging Happens. And Standing Up. )

[NFI, NFB, Sorry for the plot-spam today, I swear, there's only one more and it's going up tomorrow. Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, [livejournal.com profile] fair_montague, [livejournal.com profile] dojima_hime, and [livejournal.com profile] sarcasm_guy, who all rocked around Midgar like rocking things. OOC? Yummy. Omnomnom.]
raspberryturk: (Turk Pride)
In Which Rain Falls... )

[NFI, NFB, BYOB, LMNOP, FBI, BBQ, preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, [livejournal.com profile] fair_montague, [livejournal.com profile] dojima_hime, and [livejournal.com profile] sarcasm_guy, who are all awesome like awesome things. OOC, of course, is welcome, and may or may not be eaten with a nice curry sauce overtop.]
raspberryturk: (Smirk)
In Which ShinRa Doesn't Fall, But... )

[Once again with the NFI and NFB goodness, and preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, [livejournal.com profile] fair_montague, [livejournal.com profile] dojima_hime, and [livejournal.com profile] sarcasm_guy with chunks of dialog snitched from Advent Children. OOC? Still totally welcome.]
raspberryturk: (D:)
In Which The Posse Plays 'Ring Around The Monument,' ) A Dragon Is Summoned, ) And Fought, ) And ShinRa Falls. Again. )

[Still NFI and NFB, and chunks are still snitched from Advent Children, with tweakage to account for the awesomeness of us now being able to say the phrase "Romeo Montague, Dragonslayer." Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, [livejournal.com profile] dojima_hime, [livejournal.com profile] fair_montague, and [livejournal.com profile] sarcasm_guy. Many thanks to Rikku-mun for her help coding and sorting this monstrous beast. OOC continues to be love.]
raspberryturk: (Faceplanted owie)
In Which The Posse Talks to Tifa, ) The Turks Suffer, ) The Rescue Party Arrives, ) Reno and Rikku Speak, ) Turks Prove To Be Difficult to Kill, ) And Cloud Continues To Be Emo. )

[Follows this post. Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, [livejournal.com profile] fair_montague, [livejournal.com profile] dojima_hime, and [livejournal.com profile] sarcasm_guy, the first of whom rocks the coding, and the rest of whom rock no less, but with less HTML. Wee, tiny chunks of dialog once again lifted from Advent Children with a bit of tweaky goodness because we can to spare repetition... and confusion, which Square-Enix manages to excel at. NFB, NFI, and OOC is made of sparkles and lifestream and will be nommed upon accordingly.]
raspberryturk: (ShinRa Logo)
In Which Two Turks and Three Remnants... Converse. )

[Posted on its own due to possibly disturbing content involving graphic torture. Read at your own discretion. Written and coded by [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, who is made of awesome. Actual player-characters are in the rest of the posts to come, I swear. NFB, NFI, OOC is shiny and winsauce.]
raspberryturk: (Searching2)
In Which Things Take an Unpleasant Turn, and Reno Makes A Phone Call. )

[NFI and NFB due to being on another planet and all! Preplayed with the winningest [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, who also rocks the Rookie and half the Boss like a rocking thing. Dialog from the crater scene was yoinked from Advent Children, which makes no sense but is delicious like eyecandy. OOC comments are welcome and loooooooved!]

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