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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.
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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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"Besides, he doesn't even speak the language! He's going to get ripped off or mugged or worse before the first week is out!"
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He shrugged.
"If you could have him around without gettin' him in shit, would you want him around?"
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Yurika was a very, very bad liar, sometimes.
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Mako was cool with that.
"You can't keep him outta Tokyo, can you? I mean, he's gonna follow you, no matter how much you protest, Doji. Least you can do is make sure he's got his ass covered so the poor bastard don't get his head blown off, yo."
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"Maybe I can't keep him out, but that doesn't mean I'm just going to stand aside and let him make all these decisions that involve my life, without asking me," Yurika snapped. "I don't like being railroaded into things."
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"You're gonna do what, then? Care for him an' date him an' all that good stuff, right up until you grad, and then pretend it never happened?"
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"I don't know," she sighed, sitting down on the floor. "This is why I tried not to date him in the first place. Juliano's already threatened him once, you know."
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"Tseng didn't want me datin' Rikku, back when he found out about her. I even tell you about that?"
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Which, really, was kind of helpful, right?
"I mean, Juliano ain't Tseng, even if they both got the same stick shoved up their assholes," Reno mused, shutting the cage and straightening up again. "And Romeo and Rikku... you know. Ain't really the same person. I'm just sayin'... Shit. I dunno what I'm sayin'. Things are kinda different for me, now. Workin' freelance, I ain't really a Turk by the strictest sense of the word no more. And I think Tseng still kinda hates Rikku's guts."
He really wasn't helping at all, was he?
"Romeo's good with a gun," he noted.
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"He doesn't dislike Romeo. I think he's actually rather fond of all of you, in his own way. That's part of the reason I'm so scared to have him there."
There. She'd admitted it. Maybe now the world could start to make sense again.
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"... I kept you three secret from Tseng as long as possible," he confessed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Didn't know about your hobbies outside of school at the time, but that didn't mean I figured you were helpless, neither."
He shrugged.
"You know, someone, somewhere, once said to keep friends close and enemies closer, yo. I always figured they were full of bullshit. Figured you gotta do it the other way around instead. Pull away from all of 'em, that'll solve that." A pause. "And then I tried it. An' I got in shit with the boss. And I tried it again, and you three found me anyhow off in Edge. It don't work, Doji."
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"And damn right we found you in Edge." She smiled slightly at him. "Like I wasn't going to pay attention when you were describing the good bars. I have a very good memory."
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"Know what I think?"
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"You mean besides the fact I'm being a stubborn bitch?"
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Booze from Corel. Tasted like ass, but it got the job done.
"And besides that, yo." He looked her way, quirking an eyebrow. "I think if you don't want Romeo to kick the bucket a week after we graduate, you better start teachin' him Wutai or whatever so that he stands a fightin' chance. Yeah, I know it's like givin' him permission. But he's gonna follow you either way, and it's gonna suck for both of you, and he seems like he already accepted that, yoto."
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"He's already learning it, I think he started back when we first started dating," Yurika said, a small smile on her lips. "Although he's going to use the wrong gender pronoun on someone accidentally, and then I'm going to have to go pick him up from whatever drunk-tank he lands in for getting in a street fight."
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"Promise me you'll send pictures?"
... What? He was allowed. Blackmail opportunities when it came to Romeo seemed to be few and far between, the lucky bastard.
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"I know he loves me. Why do you think I don't want him to be continually confronted by that?"
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"I wasn't trying to throw anything in your face, Dojima. If anyone here understands where it is you're coming from, it's me, zoto." He was speaking at his knees. When had that happened? "Avoidin' the fights doesn't make the problem go away. Run from it all you want. If you don't either deal with it or come to terms with it now, it'll just hit you even harder when graduation comes, yo. I don't want Rikku to have to deal with the things I did, after grad. She can't even handle 'em here. But that ain't just my choice to make. It's hers and mine. Even if it hurts."
A pause.
"Especially when it hurts."
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"So, theoretically speaking, how do I get to make this choice? Since you seem convinced he's just going to do what he wants to do anyway." The glare she leveled at him spoke volumes. "Boys. Honestly."
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"Theoretically speakin'?" His lips twitched slightly. "Sounds to me like you don't wanna lose him. Neither way. Can't let go, can't stand to see him get taken away. Seems to me like you can't make up your mind, either. So talk to him. I mean, don't just tell him he ain't allowed. That ain't gonna accomplish shit. Tell him you don't wanna let go. But tell him you're afraid of them takin' him and usin' him, too. I don't know if he understands how much it'd kill you if he got hurt because of your job, zoto."
Serious, kind of mushy conversation.
Weird.
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Weiiiiiiiiiiiiiird.
"And we're back to the talking," she sighed, resisting the urge to bang her head against the nearest bit of furniture. "I promised him I'd at least think about it, but the moment I give him an inch, he's just going to push more. It's Romeo."
Really, that said it all right there.
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