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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"Will he come if I whistle?" Ino wondered. "Ugh. Poor Zack, saddling him with two people like that, that's mean, even if Arthur is vaguely okay."

Ino's own classification system for people probably needed help as it made sense only to her, and even then not always.

"He'd probably bounce and leap for it though, he does that a lot. Why are all of you badass? Is Rude badass, your partner?"

"Rude could clean my clock with one punch, if he could catch me," Reno laughed. "It ain't that all of us are badass, yo. It's just that Fandom seems to keep attractin' the elite of the elite from ShinRa's different military and intelligence units."

Which was to say, a certain Mun had a definite affinity for ShinRa boys.

"I'll bet you fifty gil he comes runnin' if you whistle at him next time you see him, yo!"

"Maybe Fandom thinks the elite need highschool?" Ino teased. "I don't think I've met Rude, actually, and that's kinda sad." Or something. "Do I gotta get a picture or something 'bout him coming? Or do you take my word for it?"

[Mmmm, ShinRa boys!]

"Better gemmie a picture anyhow," Reno decided. "SOLDIER 2nd Zack Fair is somethin' I gotta see with my own two eyes to believe, anyhow."

For reasons that were quite possibly obvious if you knew why Reno had been kind of freaking out, earlier.

"I can send you a photo of Rude, yo. The guy's huge."

She shrugged. "Pictures in general ought not be that hard. He was asking questions 'bout you, you know? Didn't tell him your name either but he was super curious 'bout who else had come here when I called him SOLDIER boy in class. So excited, just 'cause I knew what he was."

"Rude as cute as you?" Ino was teasing, and yet not. After all, Reno was hot. "I've no problems with pretty pictures at all. Giving or getting!"

"Yeah. That sounds like the SOLDIER kid that Cissnei an' Tseng hung around with. An' I ain't no judge of how cute Rude is or ain't," Reno laughed, scrolling through the images on his phone as he spoke. Speakerphone: An amazing invention. "But the ladies around Fandom that he has met sure as hell don't seem to complain. If you like 'em big an' quiet, anyhow."

Aha! Photo of Rude. Being... Well. Being Rude.

All photos of Rude looked essentially exactly the same.

"Incoming!"

"Cissnei and Tseng?" Ino asked, as her phone beeped about the picture. "Received!" Yay picture!

"Okay, see, that's not fair. He's totally cute, how're you guys all badass and attractive?" Unfair.

"I think it's company standard or somethin', that we all gotta look good. I ain't never seen a Turk who wasn't easy on the eyes. An' Tseng's my boss," Reno noted. "Cissnei..."

No, he was not allowed to get emo while talking on the phone with Ino, dammit.

"I worked with Cissnei, for a while. She was one of my rookies, yo."

Was. Not a topic for the phone, then. "Ah," Ino said, studying the picture of Rude for a moment longer. "What kind of company policy was that? Sounds like something a girl would decide on 'all Intel members must be hot'. I'd say it's something a guy would've come up with, but most of you guys are guys yeah?"

A pause.

"Though if the one who put in that bit of regulation was gay, that's okay too. Just saying, sounds like a girl. Did the Turks ever get headed by a girl?"

"Not that I know of," Reno replied, grinning. "And I was jokin' you know. About the company standard. We were just lucky enough to all be hot-assed bitches, yo."

The verbal filter didn't exist. It probably never would. At least Reno was proud!

"Pffft. Imagine if you guys did have a hotness scale!" Ino laughed. "That's the kind of luck most organizations want, you know!"

"Maybe that's why the Turks and SOLDIER were so good at what we did," Reno mused. "We were distracting, yo."

"You're still good at what you do," Ino informed him. "And distracting is never a bad thing."

And now Reno was having himself a good laugh. Damn, he'd needed it, too.

"I'm still good at what I do 'cause I'm still distracting," he decided. "That's what it's been all along, yo. I ain't fast, I'm just too hot to touch."

"Amazing how you and your ego live together." Ino snickered. "Though if you're fishing for compliments, you ain't getting anymore."

"You think I gotta fish for 'em? My ego an' I do just fine by lookin' in the mirror, zoto."

His ego needed its own apartment, really. There wasn't room enough for the two of them.

"I should probably get goin' before another wave of Bat Eyes starts tryin' to eat the locals, though. You take care of yourself, huh? Maybe I'll start randomly sendin' you pictures of Midgar eye-candy just to keep you wonderin' if there's someone on Gaia who ain't pretty."

There had been, actually. But the ugly people were all dead, now.

"Mail me one!" Ino carolled. "And totally send me random eye-candy, geez. I'll see if Zack really does come when I whistle and get you a picture of your very own, aren't I nice?" Totally nice. "Go play hero, and I'll be okay, promise."

Reno of the Turks. Hero.

Huh. That had the weirdest friggin' ring to it ever.

"You better be, or I'll come back an' make sure you are, yo."

That was supposed to be a threat, somehow. Reno was perhaps losing his touch.

"See you 'round, What's-yer-name."

She laughed. "That just tempts me to not be okay. See you, stay pretty, and seriously, don't get eaten by a giant eyeball. Bye~!"

Edge, Saturday Afternoon

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