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Reno of the Turks ([personal profile] raspberryturk) wrote2009-05-13 06:34 pm

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.]

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-05-14 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I have a new Little Sib! Who is clinically insane, and I'm sorry he didn't get to meet Jamie before he left. And a new roomie, she's nice, Claire, we went shopping with Fiona, who's also cool, but wow, jumpy. Not used to a lot of people. And Gabrielle, who's a bard, and Karla who's a witch and is way glad to be here now I think, and some guys, George and Jon, in the category of jumpy and not-jumpy-at-all." Dinah paused, and said, "Oh oh oh, guess who else showed up? Oh, you won't guess. Arthur's foster sister! She's sharing a cabin with me. Arthur. Is just. Thrilled." Making it way clear he wasn't.
Edited 2009-05-14 03:18 (UTC)

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-05-14 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Get Arthur drunk, he probably needs it," Dinah said promptly, grinning. "Merlin disappeared for about two days and then came back with Morgana, and he's fighting with Leto, and there's new people who don't care he's a prince or in charge of stuff, and half of them are girls like me saying they want to fight him which just bothers him on about ten different levels. I'd feel sorry for him if I didn't want to nicely strangle him for being such a bear."

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-05-14 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeeeah. Let's hope there's no dying soon. Some of the new kids really couldn't handle it." Dinah took a breath, remembering the week before. "You missed an invasion. Mini-invasion. Shapeshifting kidnapper aliens."

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-05-14 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah?" Dinah asked, trying to keep her voice upbeat. "I didn't know that. Were yours green? And speaking another language?"

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-05-14 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wow, that's creepy, sheesh." Dinah frowned, reaching out to pet Camille. "Yeah, we got everyone back. They grabbed Grace Winchester and the Mayor's little girl. Their parents were pissed. Well, like you'd expect. I guess the aliens wanted to convert us, or something, and thought we'd give in if they had hostages." She sighed. "And Tahiri took out their queen."

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-05-14 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm... I... I've been better." Dinah looked down at Camille and blinked hard. "I had to kill two of them," she said, very quiet. "It kind of freaked me out. I talked to Tahiri, but still. It's strange."

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-05-14 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. It would suck." Dinah nodded, listening, grateful Reno got it. "I wish I could take it back," she said in a small voice. "But. Doesn't work like that, does it?"

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-05-15 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"How?" Dinah asked, plaintive. "I don't even know those guys' names. And all their people left. I'm not sorry we saved people, but I don't know how to make it-- better. I guess."

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-05-15 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm good with it. If you've got time," she said carefully. "And you want to."

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-05-15 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
This wasn't what she'd expected to hear. Dinah's first impulse was outrage; but then she paused, thinking. He was trying to rebuild Gaia; he'd helped with the defense of Fandom. "What made you stop?" she asked, her voice low.

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-05-15 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
Parts of this she got instinctively; if someone asked you to betray your own team, your best friends, forget it. Job over. And oh, that had to hurt, it sounded like Reno hated the words coming out of his mouth even as he said them, that most of them died saving the world. So, so much. "I'm sorry," she whispered."

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?"

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2009-05-15 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I--" Dinah frowned, again, trying to make the pieces of that fit together in her head. "Separate things. I mean. We can't fix it or undo it or make it not real." Oh, and that hurt to admit. For both of them. "But." Her voice strengthened, calmed a little. "I guess making things better before it gets to that point-- that's the best way to remember them, hunh?"

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."