raspberryturk | Edge, Saturday Afternoon

It was a good thing that Bat Eyes were so damn easy to take down, Reno mused, as he wiped some bloody monster sludge off of his baton and onto his pant leg. Things had been busy in Edge over the past few days. A few monsters had wandered into the outskirts of the town out of the ruins of what used to be the Midgar slums, and they were having their hungry ways with the locals.

Which suited Reno just fine. He got the pleasure of being hired on by the WRO in order to take care of the threat while they continued working on setting up their military, and on top of the pay that they were giving him to deal with the job, he got to keep whatever the monsters dropped when he took them down, too. Mostly ethers and bubblegum money, but he could live with that.

He finished rummaging through what was left of the corpse of the last one as it faded away to join the lifestream, or whatever it was that dead monsters did, and then he took a seat on the nearest bench, sprawling out, looking up at the bluish-gray haze of sky above him, pulling out his phone, and turning it on.

Sometimes, rebuilding wasn't really so bad after all.

[For anybody who wants to phone or be phoned! NFB for distance, of course! Zack-related spoilers throughout the threads. Read at your own risk, yo.]

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"Yeah," Reno agreed with a sigh. He was going to have to rummage through his pockets for his smokes. Again. It was a smoking kind of day. "He's a real great guy."

Dammit. The past was going to have to start learning how to stay where it was, already.

[SP is shiny, too!]

"And after all, that is was is important now. Knowing the future isn't always a blessing." Even if it could be a useful tool.

"Do me a favor, man? If some future version of me ever shows up in Fandom, don't let me know?" Lighter. Lighter. Ah, there it was. "I got a close enough look the last two times that them kids showed up on the island, an' one of those possibilities, I wasn't so happy with at all."

A beat.

"Then again, if some future me shows up on the island an' he's a real prick or somethin', do let me know. I'll show up an' kick my ass for you."

Despite the lightness Leto sensed a serious voice too, and he didn't smile. "I will keep that in mind. And did you mention this to Arthur?"

"What, about some other me, or about that Zack of yours?"

The future-Reno thing didn't strike Reno as terribly likely to happen. But then, the past Zack thing really hadn't, either.

He should have known better. Fandom was still Fandom, after all.

"Either," Leto replied. "He might get ideas both of you needed saving."

Especially Zack. Leto had seen the looks Arthur had been giving him.

"All Arthur knows is that Zack gets his promotion," Reno replied, gritting his teeth against the cigarette that was clamped between them.

So much for that one.

"If some future me were to ever show up, I dunno that I'd want saving, anyhow. Zack, on the other hand..." Sigh. "Zack's a tricky case, yo. I dunno what'll happen if things don't go that way for him, but the possibilities I got in mind ain't really great ones. We think we got it bad in Edge with the way things did go. Zack wouldn't hurt nothin', but..."

He sighed again. Shook his head.

"You want me to level with you an' just tell you how it went where I'm sittin', or do you wanna take my word for it? Not knowin' sounds like it'd be easier for you guys, yoto."

There was a pause. "I'd rather not know the future if I can help it," Leto replied. Zack's fate was not his responsibility.

"Then I won't get into it," Reno replied, some measure of relief in his voice. "Easier on everyone, that way."

And now he was rummaging to replace the cigarette he'd just destroyed. Class act, Reno.

"And anyhow, for all I know it might still be some different Zack. Fandom likes playin' with worlds and timelines and universes all across the map, right? So everything I just said might not even matter anyhow."

The guy could hope.

"That is a possibility," Leto admitted. He remembered the children, after all, none of them very likely to happen.

"Either way, if Arthur sets him up to play third in the reserve, you found a good guy," Reno decided. "He's... optimistic."

To a fault.

"Fandom needs that kinda thing, sometimes."

"He is." There was no denying that. "And I guess we do." And hopefully Zack would keep Arthur distracted enough not become overly annoying.

Either that, or they would both become equal parts annoying, and then all would be lost.

"You figure you got it covered, Leto?"

"I think so, yes." In case of emergency he would call Reno for advice ~~or just to bitch~~.

Reno was always up for being bitched at. It kept things interesting!

And gave him fuel for gossip!

"Well, call me anytime if you need me, Leto. Especially if you're havin' troubles with Arthur bein', you know. Arthur."

"I believe your advice could be useful at times."

Read: I will need someone to bitch at.

"I will call you back later, Reno."

"Talk to you then, Leto." Reno grinned a little. "Take care of yourself, man."

"You too. Goodbye, Reno."

He managed to hit the right button to hang up.

Edge, Saturday Afternoon

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