Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2009-05-13 06:34 pm
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Rude's Apartment, Edge, Thursday Evening
Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on.
Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on, Rude's booze was running low, and the lighting in Rude's living room sucked.
All that, and Reno had more reading material than he could have ever hoped for. And a bean sprout in a plastic cup sitting in some wet paper towel. And a pair of cacti that he hadn't managed to kill yet. And an anxious ferret, attempting to help him either with the booze, or with the reading, whichever Mako happened to be able to reach more easily at the time.
As such things went, after a week and a half back in Edge with no outlet to the real world, it was time for Reno to take a break. He'd written a letter earlier in the week in reply to one that he'd gotten last week Thursday, which was all well and good... but dammit, he needed to hear a voice that didn't belong to a Turk, a member of the WRO, or some random person living on the street corners in Edge.
Spare Gil for the homeless, they'd beg, and he'd toss them a few, just because he had a few to spare. But not without a mumble and a frown.
Yeah. You an' everyone else, yo.
He needed to make some freaking phone calls, or he was going to go out of his mind, damn it.
[NFB for distance, open to anyone who thinks that Reno would have a reason to call them! Or, heck, open to anyone. He's bored, he'll probably just hit buttons until he hears familiar voices, at this point.]
Rude's couch was lumpy and hard to sleep on, Rude's booze was running low, and the lighting in Rude's living room sucked.
All that, and Reno had more reading material than he could have ever hoped for. And a bean sprout in a plastic cup sitting in some wet paper towel. And a pair of cacti that he hadn't managed to kill yet. And an anxious ferret, attempting to help him either with the booze, or with the reading, whichever Mako happened to be able to reach more easily at the time.
As such things went, after a week and a half back in Edge with no outlet to the real world, it was time for Reno to take a break. He'd written a letter earlier in the week in reply to one that he'd gotten last week Thursday, which was all well and good... but dammit, he needed to hear a voice that didn't belong to a Turk, a member of the WRO, or some random person living on the street corners in Edge.
Spare Gil for the homeless, they'd beg, and he'd toss them a few, just because he had a few to spare. But not without a mumble and a frown.
Yeah. You an' everyone else, yo.
He needed to make some freaking phone calls, or he was going to go out of his mind, damn it.
[NFB for distance, open to anyone who thinks that Reno would have a reason to call them! Or, heck, open to anyone. He's bored, he'll probably just hit buttons until he hears familiar voices, at this point.]
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Rookies were sacred, dammit. Rookies making friends with rookies who were newer rookies kind of meant that they'd just gained some tenure. Dinah was growing out of rookie-status, so far as Reno saw it.
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Reno almost kinda knew what he was talking about, even!
"He'll get used to it, or he'll die tryin', anyhow."
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"You know, I actually have experience with that?"
Freaking Jenova. Freaking shapeshifting aliens. Augh.
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The company Reno used to work for did a lot of things that he wasn't terribly proud of.
"Not pleasant stuff. Is everyone doin' okay after that?"
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He sighed, thunking the back of his head against the floor again.
"You can't take it back, no. But you can accept that you did what you had to do, when it had to be done. And you can atone for it."
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"Hey, Dinah. How do you feel about storytime?"
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He paused for a moment more. If she wanted to hang up now, he wouldn't exactly blame her, here.
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"A few things," he replied. "Somethin' happened, turned the company against us Turks because we refused a job that would'a had us killin' one of our own. The rest went off to take care of a monster that would'a destroyed the planet, against orders an' all that. I never saw 'em again."
It was very hard for him to say all of that evenly. The Turks were Reno's family.
"That didn't stop me. Just made me stop carin'. About everything. Took the world nearly fallin' down a second time for me to think things over. Took it nearly fallin' down again after that for me to quit."
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Part of it made no sense to her. But it sounded really important to him. "I don't exactly get that part," Dinah admitted, voice quiet. "That it took that much to make you care. But." She frowned, thinking of people she'd met in New Gotham, mostly in the Narrows. "You didn't have that much to lose before that, did you?"
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Another sigh. This was was a little more heavy than the last.
"If you can't atone for those two, when they didn't give you no choice, does that mean I should stop tryin' to make it up to what's left of Midgar?"
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No graves to visit, or prayers to say that those two dead soldiers would understand. But maybe it was about doing her damnedest, her very best, to make sure that there didn't have to be a next time-- or that at least it would always be the very last resort. "Keeping the faith."
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He had never really been the faithful sort. Maybe he should change that, someday.
"Yeah, Rookie. That's what it comes down to, in the end. You do what you can to keep it from gettin' that bad again. You make better whatever you can make better while it needs to be fixed. It don't undo nothin', no, but it means you're still tryin'. That's what matters most."
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