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raspberryturk) wrote2008-01-11 11:05 pm
raspberryturk) wrote2008-01-11 11:05 pm
Room 501, Friday Evening
A week had passed since Reno had arrived on the island, and he still hadn't drafted up a report to send back to Tseng regarding this transdimensional whatever it was. He had plenty to write about, sure, but he wasn't certain if the boss would be interested in the school's newbie buddy system. And shit, knowin' Tseng, he'd probably get a kick out of it. In some smug, quietly-laughing to himself kinda way. So that? Was going to be left out of the report.
For a moment, Reno was tempted to mention that he had met not only one, but two hot blond chicks who were both into ass-kicking on his first day on the island. But that seemed more like something that he'd send to Rude, anyhow. Tseng wasn't really the sort to give two shits about the sort of company Reno liked to keep, either.
Reno could mention his roomie. Yeah. That'd be a good place to start.
"My roomie," Reno's report began, "is insane. And I think he follows me around. If it keeps up, I might get expelled soon for killing him. Just a heads-up."
Oh, Tseng wasn't going to like that. But really, it had to be said.
Reno had to stop and think some more, here. What else was there to mention? That nobody here used hi-potions and phoenix down? Or, even more disappointing, that there wasn't even any materia in this place? Even the girl who seemed familiar with the first two had been put off at the thought of relying on refined-mako spheres in order to use magic. On the other hand, she could perform it without materia. And, a point that made Reno impressed, at least, she was pretty kickass.
He'd kick hers, next time.
For whatever reason, Reno didn't feel up to sharing with the boss the fact that he'd nearly gotten his knee busted by a cheerleader, so all mention of Rikku, and therefore her ability to upgrade weapons and armor without materia, remained conveniently off of the report. Maybe he'd touch on that some other time, when his pride wasn't still suffering. It wasn't like he was going to be going home any time soon, anyhow.
So, what else was there? The bar that didn't card? The student body's preoccupation with glitter and 'boykissy?' Shirtless cartoon watching in the common rooms?
Tseng wouldn't care. His entire report would be considered a waste of time, or whatever. And if Tseng wasn't going to read it, Reno wasn't going to waste his time typing it up. He had better things to do with his Friday evening.
Maybe just get down to the basics. He'd already included his recommended dosage of complaining, so he could just dump some crap into the report about how classes were okay. He was taking something or other about religion, which ought to satisfy any thoughts that he was slacking off instead of actually looking into how other universes had been touched by that higher-power crap. The ethics class he was in was an interesting touch, really. For all the things the Turks had gotten messed up with in the past, he really didn't need the reminder that it was, in fact, messed up. And then, of course, was the class that he was taking because he figured, if nothing else, it would bring his average up.
Especially since he was planning on slacking off as much as he possibly could manage for the duration of the semester.
He cracked his knuckles and read over the first report he was going to send back to Edge regarding his assignment on Fandom Island.
Tseng.
My roomie is insane. And I think he follows me around. If it keeps up, I might get expelled soon for killing him. Just a heads-up.
Taking a class on religion. Looking forward to learning more about this 'Christianity.' - Reno was full of shit and Tseng would know it - Ethics might get interesting. Other class focuses on good manners in this world and shit like that.
Send potions. Lots of fighters here. They confiscated my stun baton. Send another?
Reno
... Yeah. That'd do it. He'd mention the rest when he knew more about it. Maybe pace himself and save the good stuff for later, because things were bound to get slow and boring once the newbies all settled in. Or something.
Reno didn't bother to re-read what he had typed up before he hit 'send.' Being sent to high school meant that any report from him really didn't deserve the extra effort.
[[OOC: Obligatory linkdroppy goodness. Post is open if anyone wants to visit.]]
For a moment, Reno was tempted to mention that he had met not only one, but two hot blond chicks who were both into ass-kicking on his first day on the island. But that seemed more like something that he'd send to Rude, anyhow. Tseng wasn't really the sort to give two shits about the sort of company Reno liked to keep, either.
Reno could mention his roomie. Yeah. That'd be a good place to start.
"My roomie," Reno's report began, "is insane. And I think he follows me around. If it keeps up, I might get expelled soon for killing him. Just a heads-up."
Oh, Tseng wasn't going to like that. But really, it had to be said.
Reno had to stop and think some more, here. What else was there to mention? That nobody here used hi-potions and phoenix down? Or, even more disappointing, that there wasn't even any materia in this place? Even the girl who seemed familiar with the first two had been put off at the thought of relying on refined-mako spheres in order to use magic. On the other hand, she could perform it without materia. And, a point that made Reno impressed, at least, she was pretty kickass.
He'd kick hers, next time.
For whatever reason, Reno didn't feel up to sharing with the boss the fact that he'd nearly gotten his knee busted by a cheerleader, so all mention of Rikku, and therefore her ability to upgrade weapons and armor without materia, remained conveniently off of the report. Maybe he'd touch on that some other time, when his pride wasn't still suffering. It wasn't like he was going to be going home any time soon, anyhow.
So, what else was there? The bar that didn't card? The student body's preoccupation with glitter and 'boykissy?' Shirtless cartoon watching in the common rooms?
Tseng wouldn't care. His entire report would be considered a waste of time, or whatever. And if Tseng wasn't going to read it, Reno wasn't going to waste his time typing it up. He had better things to do with his Friday evening.
Maybe just get down to the basics. He'd already included his recommended dosage of complaining, so he could just dump some crap into the report about how classes were okay. He was taking something or other about religion, which ought to satisfy any thoughts that he was slacking off instead of actually looking into how other universes had been touched by that higher-power crap. The ethics class he was in was an interesting touch, really. For all the things the Turks had gotten messed up with in the past, he really didn't need the reminder that it was, in fact, messed up. And then, of course, was the class that he was taking because he figured, if nothing else, it would bring his average up.
Especially since he was planning on slacking off as much as he possibly could manage for the duration of the semester.
He cracked his knuckles and read over the first report he was going to send back to Edge regarding his assignment on Fandom Island.
Tseng.
My roomie is insane. And I think he follows me around. If it keeps up, I might get expelled soon for killing him. Just a heads-up.
Taking a class on religion. Looking forward to learning more about this 'Christianity.' - Reno was full of shit and Tseng would know it - Ethics might get interesting. Other class focuses on good manners in this world and shit like that.
Send potions. Lots of fighters here. They confiscated my stun baton. Send another?
Reno
... Yeah. That'd do it. He'd mention the rest when he knew more about it. Maybe pace himself and save the good stuff for later, because things were bound to get slow and boring once the newbies all settled in. Or something.
Reno didn't bother to re-read what he had typed up before he hit 'send.' Being sent to high school meant that any report from him really didn't deserve the extra effort.
[[OOC: Obligatory linkdroppy goodness. Post is open if anyone wants to visit.]]