raspberryturk: (Up there omg)
Okay. Reno could do this. Reno had made a decision, and he was a big boy, here. He was totally capable of telling the Boss that he was going to set forth to do one thing that was actually good for him for the first time in damn near a year, now.

Damn near? It had been a year, hadn't it? Shit, how time flew.

Really, this would be easy. This was a matter of lifting his hand, like so, and rapping his knuckles against the door, like so, and then waiting.

And hoping to Ramuh that Tseng wasn't actually in his office, so that he could just resort to leaving him a note along the lines of 'Going 2 Fandom, BRB Maybe' instead.

Reno thought that the 'maybe' would have been a nice touch.

[For the aforementioned NPC employer, who will be played by [livejournal.com profile] findingelena today because she is awesome. NFB and NFI and all of that good stuff, otherwise.]
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: (Come again?)
Too much drinking. Toooo much drinking, and fretting, and getting the rookie in trouble. And nothing in the world made a guy feel like cleaning his mouth out with sandpaper than a night that started with Corel ale, and then headed into rum and ice-cream territory. And really, it was a wonder that Reno had managed to drag his sorry ass back home last night in the first place.

Aftermath. )

[NFB for distance, as usual. Reno's open for phone calls or what-have-you. Elena's whereabouts mentioned with enabling permission from [livejournal.com profile] findingelena, and I find Tseng's temper to be entirely too much fun to play. Entirely.]
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: (Default)
Cut For Liberal Use of Certain F-Words and A Weird Format, yo. )

[NFI and NFB for distance, naturally. Please to pardon the weird format to all of this. This started out as late-night dicking around between [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, who once again played Tseng, and I, and by the time we had finished, we were both pretty much in agreement that this absolutely had to be FH canon. I swear, I'm logging off and leaving the province now. OOC is made of shiny, sure!]
raspberryturk: (Cell Phone)
Phone Calls, Woo! )
When Reno hung up his own phone, his first course of action was to let out a triumphant "WHOOP!"

And his second course of action, naturally, was to put down the ferret and start making the checklist. Gil, materia, potions, his EMR, booze. The essentials.

This was going to be an awesome weekend.


[Open! Tseng was provided by the ever-awesome [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest! Last post I'll be making in Alberta, yay! Rikku's thread is last chronologically, because I said so.]
raspberryturk: (Default)
After class, Reno headed back to his room. His nice, quiet room. To play with his ferret. Because this Parents Weekend thing was for the birds, and he didn't keep birds. Or have parents. So he figured he was pleasantly safe.

[Room thing part, totally open, la.]
raspberryturk: (Cell Phone)
Tying up loose ends, yo. )

[Preplayed with and coded by the remarkable [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest! NFI 'cause I'm going to bed, darnit~]
raspberryturk: (Default)
In Which People Find Closure, And The Posse Heads Home. )



[NFI, NFB, now edited to contain all the code, preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, [livejournal.com profile] dojima_hime, [livejournal.com profile] fair_montague, and [livejournal.com profile] sarcasm_guy, the first of whom rocks the coding, and all of whom rock. That's the last of it, folks! We're all Advent Childrened out! Thanks to my awesome partners in crime for all their hard work on this, and for keeping me sane throughout, and thank you to everyone who gave us feedback as chunks of this went up. Ooc? Still welcome, as I'm a comment whore. :D]
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!]
raspberryturk: (Faceplanted owie)
In Which Reno Receives a Phone Call. )

[Establishy! Preplayed with [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, who played Rikku and Tseng and is awesome and pie and all kinds of sticky sweet things that get between your teeth so you have yummy aftertaste all day afterward. Also, LJ is mean and was down for the past couple of hours. Which is possibly why I'm babbling, now. Not for interaction, but OOC is shiny.]
raspberryturk: (Cell Phone)
Once Reno had returned to his room after his flight session with Murdock and his conversation with Romeo yesterday, he had stared at his laptop monitor blankly.

Today, he had spent most of the morning doing the same thing.

He had to write a report on this. This whole incident involving the vice-principal. If he didn't, Tseng would find out anyhow, stubborn ass that he was, and that would be a one-way ticket right back to ShinRa and Healin and the Turks and Edge, never to return. And it wasn't really that he didn't ever want to go back. Gaia was home, after all, and he was damn proud to be a Turk. It was just that, after the conversation he'd had with Rikku two nights ago regarding the mortality rate of people in his particular line of work, getting dragged back now would just be rotten timing. And he'd miss her. A lot.

He took a deep breath. Okay. He could do this. He'd do this, and then he'd brace himself for the phone call that was damn near inevitable, because there was something about fighting a hell-god down in his own domain that Reno figured Tseng was going to have to clear up far more quickly than e-mail would allow.

Cut for Report and Phone Call of Novella Proportions. )

And then it was just Reno again, holding the phone for a moment after the click, wrapping his brain around what the hell had just happened there.

He closed his phone, stared at it for a while, and then finally set it on his nightstand.

"Huh," he grunted, not making much progress on the brain-wrapping front.

...

"Huh."

[I have no idea how this managed to get so huge. Tseng was played by the ever-awesome [livejournal.com profile] the_merriest, and Reno's door is shut. Interaction comes with a warning of extreme I-work-and-then-do-radio-tonight slowplay. But OOC is always welcome, if you make it through this monster. Also, pretend that the subject line always had Reno in his own room. Wtf, typeyfingers.]
raspberryturk: (ShinRa Logo)
Tseng sighed. It was good to know Reno hadn't lost his flair for the dramatic.

He lifted his phone.

Cut for phone call and Reno's colorful misuse of the English language. )

[[[livejournal.com profile] the_merriest is still the Tseng of awesome, post is open for interaction after the phone call, if anyone is up this ridiculously late at night, and we're totally being a pair of nerds.]]
raspberryturk: (Default)
Reno was in a mood. But it wasn't as bad a mood as the one he'd been in on Tuesday when he did his broadcast. A few conversations had, at the very least, helped him get his head on straight again, and he'd picked up a replacement for his duct-taped mess of a laptop at T&C earlier, so he was good to go.

In a mood, but good to go.

He cracked his knuckles, loaded his e-mail up, and started to type his report.

Oh, Tseng was going to LOVE this. )

Reno was not the greatest typist in the world, but he was sure that his report got the message across pretty clearly.

[The door's closed, but the post is open if anyone has a burning need to stop in to prod Reno.]

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