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raspberryturk) wrote2009-01-29 09:53 pm
raspberryturk) wrote2009-01-29 09:53 pm
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Room 429, Thursday Evening
Tseng glanced again at the letter he'd received, a few days prior. It had been weighing heavily on his mind. The situation with Reno had perhaps been worse than he had realized. Astonishing, as he had imagined it to be fairly difficult.
No use starting that again tonight. In exchange for a translation of Reno's innermost thoughts, the girl had demanded payment. An assignment for Reno. There had been little work for any of them, of late, and certainly too small to justify calling Reno in from his position at school. But there was a folder now on his desk that seemed promising, and Reno's particular talents could be of use. Besides, Tseng always paid his debts.
Perhaps he also had a perverse sense of humor. He lifted his phone and dialed one of the numbers committed to his memory.
Reno was Reno. Which meant, of course, that Reno was bored. And a bored Reno was never a good thing, as Mako was learning. Or, to be more accurate, as Mako was failing to learn. Bored Reno, after all, had the laser pointer out, and was using it to make the poor ferret run in circles. Or trip in circles. Or trip in rather oblong shapes which were intended to be circles.
Mako had never been very coordinated.
When Reno's cell rang, in a snap-and-tap sort of beat that could only mean another Turk was phoning him, the pointer dot jerked to the side while Reno dug for his phone and Mako went gracefully careening into the wall.
"Yo!" It was possible Reno sounded entirely too excited to be getting a phone call from Gaia at all.
"Reno," Tseng said pleasantly. There was something comfortably familiar about this, wasn't there? To be perfectly sentimental about it, perhaps Tseng missed his errant Turk. Life was far too quiet, in his absence. "How is your schedule?"
"What, at school?" Reno reached to scoop up the ferret, who had settled up against the wall in an effort to attempt to gnaw the dot off of it. It wasn't working. "Class Fridays and Mondays, I work Sundays, but the bosses are nuts, please tell me you're callin' with a job, damn you."
No. He wasn't desperate. Much.
Tseng allowed the silence to fill for a moment. Reno might be able to hear his smirk, over the telephone lines. "I am calling with a job."
"WOO!" And no, Reno hadn't bothered to pull the phone away from his mouth when he did that. Was he supposed to? "What kinda job? When? Where? What do I need to bring along? Pay's good? Asses to kick? Booze to drink? More asses to kick?"
Reno needed details, here.
"Some valuable merchandise had gone missing," Tseng said, opening the folder again. "The thief or thieves you may deal with as you wish. The client is not concerned with revenge. The primary objective is to retrieve what has been stolen. The items may no longer be in the thieves' possession. It is imperative that the merchandise be returned in pristine condition. Undamaged. Unmarked."
Tseng was, of course, omitting some of the details for the sake of time. Such as the name of his client. The Gold Saucer.
"And you're askin' me to get somethin' back in one piece." A pause. Reno wasn't really the most gentle of the Turks, by any means. "I always liked a challenge, zoto. I'll bring some bubble-wrap or somethin'."
If there was one thing that Reno had learned from Fandom, it was that if you didn't want something busted, bubble-wrap it.
"Bubble-wrap will not be required," Tseng assured his underling. "None of the merchandise is quite so delicate as that. Other skills of yours recommended you for this mission."
Such as the ability to run at high speeds for very long distances, and to withstand a beating. Some of the merchandise might fight back.
Sometimes, Tseng thought that he was very funny.
Reno quirked an eyebrow at that while Mako attempted to gnaw his thumb through at the knuckle.
"Other skills? Uh. If you say so?" He considered that for a moment. "I'll be doin' some runnin', will I?"
It wasn't that Reno didn't do other things besides running, but that really was the one thing he did better than anyone else that had ever joined the Turks. Moving like a guy always stuck on 'Haste' was sort of a notable skill, after all.
"I believe it's possible you might," Tseng said. Which, as Reno should well know, meant that he was in for a work-out. "I had hoped that you would be able to begin sooner than Tuesday, however."
The manager at the Gold Saucer was becoming impatient. No one could bet on chocobo races if all the prize chocobos were gone.
Pffft. The first job Tseng had called Reno with in months, and Tseng thought he was going to put it off for a few days?
"I can get a portal out there by tomorrow afternoon, yoto. Keep supper warm for me, would ya, sweetheart?"
Yes, Reno thought that he was funny, too.
"I believe that's Rude's department," Tseng said lightly before hanging up his phone.
He was impressed with himself. Not a single laugh. Not even considering that he was sending Reno down to hunt missing chocobos across the countryside. On foot.
The manager of the Gold Saucer had warned him that the chocobos enjoyed playing with any who came in direct contact with them. And that "playing" usually took the form of kicks to the face.
Reno was going to have an interesting weekend.
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]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_merriest! Last post I'll be making in Alberta, yay! Rikku's thread is last chronologically, because I said so.]
No use starting that again tonight. In exchange for a translation of Reno's innermost thoughts, the girl had demanded payment. An assignment for Reno. There had been little work for any of them, of late, and certainly too small to justify calling Reno in from his position at school. But there was a folder now on his desk that seemed promising, and Reno's particular talents could be of use. Besides, Tseng always paid his debts.
Perhaps he also had a perverse sense of humor. He lifted his phone and dialed one of the numbers committed to his memory.
Reno was Reno. Which meant, of course, that Reno was bored. And a bored Reno was never a good thing, as Mako was learning. Or, to be more accurate, as Mako was failing to learn. Bored Reno, after all, had the laser pointer out, and was using it to make the poor ferret run in circles. Or trip in circles. Or trip in rather oblong shapes which were intended to be circles.
Mako had never been very coordinated.
When Reno's cell rang, in a snap-and-tap sort of beat that could only mean another Turk was phoning him, the pointer dot jerked to the side while Reno dug for his phone and Mako went gracefully careening into the wall.
"Yo!" It was possible Reno sounded entirely too excited to be getting a phone call from Gaia at all.
"Reno," Tseng said pleasantly. There was something comfortably familiar about this, wasn't there? To be perfectly sentimental about it, perhaps Tseng missed his errant Turk. Life was far too quiet, in his absence. "How is your schedule?"
"What, at school?" Reno reached to scoop up the ferret, who had settled up against the wall in an effort to attempt to gnaw the dot off of it. It wasn't working. "Class Fridays and Mondays, I work Sundays, but the bosses are nuts, please tell me you're callin' with a job, damn you."
No. He wasn't desperate. Much.
Tseng allowed the silence to fill for a moment. Reno might be able to hear his smirk, over the telephone lines. "I am calling with a job."
"WOO!" And no, Reno hadn't bothered to pull the phone away from his mouth when he did that. Was he supposed to? "What kinda job? When? Where? What do I need to bring along? Pay's good? Asses to kick? Booze to drink? More asses to kick?"
Reno needed details, here.
"Some valuable merchandise had gone missing," Tseng said, opening the folder again. "The thief or thieves you may deal with as you wish. The client is not concerned with revenge. The primary objective is to retrieve what has been stolen. The items may no longer be in the thieves' possession. It is imperative that the merchandise be returned in pristine condition. Undamaged. Unmarked."
Tseng was, of course, omitting some of the details for the sake of time. Such as the name of his client. The Gold Saucer.
"And you're askin' me to get somethin' back in one piece." A pause. Reno wasn't really the most gentle of the Turks, by any means. "I always liked a challenge, zoto. I'll bring some bubble-wrap or somethin'."
If there was one thing that Reno had learned from Fandom, it was that if you didn't want something busted, bubble-wrap it.
"Bubble-wrap will not be required," Tseng assured his underling. "None of the merchandise is quite so delicate as that. Other skills of yours recommended you for this mission."
Such as the ability to run at high speeds for very long distances, and to withstand a beating. Some of the merchandise might fight back.
Sometimes, Tseng thought that he was very funny.
Reno quirked an eyebrow at that while Mako attempted to gnaw his thumb through at the knuckle.
"Other skills? Uh. If you say so?" He considered that for a moment. "I'll be doin' some runnin', will I?"
It wasn't that Reno didn't do other things besides running, but that really was the one thing he did better than anyone else that had ever joined the Turks. Moving like a guy always stuck on 'Haste' was sort of a notable skill, after all.
"I believe it's possible you might," Tseng said. Which, as Reno should well know, meant that he was in for a work-out. "I had hoped that you would be able to begin sooner than Tuesday, however."
The manager at the Gold Saucer was becoming impatient. No one could bet on chocobo races if all the prize chocobos were gone.
Pffft. The first job Tseng had called Reno with in months, and Tseng thought he was going to put it off for a few days?
"I can get a portal out there by tomorrow afternoon, yoto. Keep supper warm for me, would ya, sweetheart?"
Yes, Reno thought that he was funny, too.
"I believe that's Rude's department," Tseng said lightly before hanging up his phone.
He was impressed with himself. Not a single laugh. Not even considering that he was sending Reno down to hunt missing chocobos across the countryside. On foot.
The manager of the Gold Saucer had warned him that the chocobos enjoyed playing with any who came in direct contact with them. And that "playing" usually took the form of kicks to the face.
Reno was going to have an interesting weekend.
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
the_merriest! Last post I'll be making in Alberta, yay! Rikku's thread is last chronologically, because I said so.]
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She didn't exactly like him taking missions, even if she had tried like hell to get him work. It was one of those things.
"Do you know ... how long?" she asked. If Tseng needed him back for a couple of months or something like that, she was going to hurt him.
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It was possible that Reno did not suspect that the stolen property was going to be running away from him, no.
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"Remember to eat, or you'll start looking like your ID," she grinned.
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Yes, he was adding 'food' to the checklist, now.
No, he didn't think it was strange that booze had gone onto it before food had.
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His ID looked positively emaciated. She was allowed to worry.
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A playful sort of grin, and he patted the spot on the bed beside him.
"Do me a favor and make sure Mako don't eat Edmund's underpants while I'm gone? He's a pain in the ass, but even he don't deserve that kinda indigestion, yo."
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Because Petey was stupid, probably.
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"It'll be like a race, yo. We'll see who'll be back first to save our pets from themselves, zoto." A grin. "At least Mako's cool over a weekend if I leave out extra food, zoto."
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Coincidentally, she was wriggling closer to Reno.
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"I got a theory about Petey. My theory is that his momma used to carry him upside down when he was a kitten. Like, by the ass, instead of the scruff, yo. And also, she had a weak jaw."
It would explain so much.
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She was totally talking about Petey, here.
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Totally, totally talking about Petey here. Right.
"It's gonna just be a weekend, yoto."
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She kept forgetting details like that. Luckily, she remembered before she did things like "break in and wait for Reno in lingerie."
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"See, you're probably right," he mused. "Except I ain't found a corset yet that fits me right, yo."
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"I can help you find one," she said. "You'd be kinda cute in a corset. Owwww, now my head hurts."
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Well. It was mostly conjecture, really. Reno had never actually seen a chocobo in women's underwear.
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That would be freaking adorable.
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People were so weird.
"At least Romeo an' Doji were nice enough to dress me up all... pilot-y, yo."
That was so a word.
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Maybe not for him, no.
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"Mmmnhnnn. Blackmail. Yeeep."
He was wearing his happy face. Blackmail, what? It was awwwwesome.
"Can't wait, yo."
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"How quickly can you pack?" she asked, placing a light kiss onto his ear.
No reason.
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And there was no sadface. There was only grinning. Questions like that one? Totally required grinning.
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She could. Seriously. See how patient she was?
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