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Room 504, The Arms Hotel, Friday Evening

Damn, it was good to be on the island.

Daaaaaaaamn, it was so good to be on the island. And sure, the room he'd grabbed at The Arms wasn't his dorm room, but he had a real, honest-to-gods bed here, instead of the lumpy couch Reno had been sleeping on for the past little while, and that alone made the whole trip worth it.

Well, the bed and the minibar. He was going to have to coordinate some kind of drinking outing with the guys before he took off again, maybe. In the meantime, he'd pick up his cellphone and leave some ~~handwavey~~ messages telling his buddies on the island where he could be found.

And then? Then he was going to flop backward on that amazing friggin' bed and just sprawl.

Oh, hell yeah.

[Door's open, and if you figure you'd get a call, you totally did. Mmmm, feels like home.]

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Reno had a bit of a laugh, at that.

"Armor's whatever you wear that gives you a little extra edge in battle, where I'm from. Accessories, too. I ain't got the same access to that kinda crap that I used to, but SOLDIER boy can probably get his hands on some decent stuff. Earrings that boost your ability to tap into magic, rings for damn near anything. That sorta junk."

Edited 2009-06-27 03:47 (UTC)

"SOLDIER boy creeps me out," Ino said, shrugging a bit. "And he spends a lot of time with Dinah. I ain't that sunshine~y."

Dinah kind of grated on Ino's nerves.

"'sides," she said slowly, "while I wouldn't mind, I'd have to explain it to Hokage-sama and I know exactly how long I'd be allowed to keep it back home." Try oh maybe three seconds. "They'd want to take it apart and see if they can make it work and make more. When I go I'm not even taking my gun with me. Our world doesn't need that."

Hey, SOLDIER boy creeped Reno out, too. For totally different reasons, but still.

"Fair enough," Reno agreed. "Some things, some worlds just ain't ready for. Better to stick with them bombs, then. They blow up once, they're gone an' there ain't no more. Seems like a good bet for you, then."

"I don't mind if they get the potions," she confessed. "I've got a fair bit of them and it'd take all of half a wibble to get them out of Zack."

Well, it was true.

"And, honestly, with the ones I've got, we've got better healing options in our world already. They'd just be a curiosity factor. Bombs and that, I can sneak past." Ino shrugged a bit. "Guns... I don't like them, even though I can use one pretty well by now. They're too easy."

The statement about Zack earned a bit of a snort. Oh yeah. That sounded like the kid that Tseng had them scouring the wastelands for, alright.

"Guns are too easy," Reno decided. "S'why I use my baton, yo. I can smack shit around with it before ever thinkin' to bust out the materia I got in there. An' there are better potions out there, in a big way, but you gotta find 'em first. Takes a few of the basic ones to do any good, if you take enough damage."

Reno had been chugging those things for a week after that thing with the plate. He didn't want to. But he had been.

She wriggled her fingers at him impishly.

"I'd be using them just to save my own strength," Ino said, adding proudly, "I can heal basic broken bones now."

A beat.

"But, yeah, it just seems pointless if anyone can use a gun, you know?"

"Anyone can use it, but some ain't as good as others, like anything," Reno noted, rolling one shoulder absently. "The boss is a perfect shot with his. An' it takes a lotta skill for me to call anyone perfect, zoto. I think the real difference is that it tips the playin' field too much. Bringin' a gun to a knifefight is an easy way to win if you're decent at it, 'cause the other guy can't get close enough to start. There's a time an' place."

Ino thought about that.

"Maybe," she said, a bit dubiously. "That sounds a bit silly put that way though."

"You got the right opponent, bullets can be dodged or parried, just like anything else," Reno pointed out.

Look, physics didn't have any place where he was from. Not really. Bullets could totally be dodged and parried.

"Yeaaah," Ino said, "but I ain't going to want to be the one to volunteer for that bit of training."

Yeah, no.

And that? That earned a laugh.

Possibly a much-needed one, considering life lately.

"What, you don't wanna get shot at?"

... Reno was weird. He kind of enjoyed the thrill of it.

"Not 'til I'm faster anyway," she mused. "And that'd suck getting hit."

"Usually does," Reno agreed, still downright chipper, considering the conversation. "Hurts like a sonofabitch!"

Really. Way too chipper. What the hell, Reno?

...

Ino squinted at him.

"Do you like getting hurt or something?"

"Keeps me from gettin' bored and fallin' asleep on the job," Reno noted with a shrug.

Nothing like gunfire to get the adrenaline going in the morning!

Ino laughed.

"Fair point, guess I shouldn't throw stones 'bout other people and pain."

Said the girl who cheerfully cut her arms up for practice in healing them. Ino had no stones to throw.

"Oh, throw 'em all you want," Reno snorted, "but make it count when you do. If I get hit by a rock, I wanna know it."

Yeah, he was just being a dork, now.

"Nah," Ino said. "Logs would be easier to drop on your head."

She could go with dorkitude.

"You gotta get 'em over my head, first," Reno pointed out, perhaps a little smug. "How you figure you're gonna do that?"

Ino grinned at him. "Teleportation?"

That was skipping a lot of intermediate steps, but.

Well, that earned a quirked eyebrow.

"You know how to do that kinda stuff?"

Because Reno really didn't. Though it kind of looked like he could, sometimes. He was still taking up the space in between the two points on the way there.

"Not really," Ino admitted, "but that's what it looks like to civilians, at least."

Aaaand then Reno was laughing again.

"Yeah, that is what it looks like," he agreed. "Runnin' around so quick they don't even know you're gone, yet? Or you got some other trick up your sleeve?"

"It's a substitution," she said, tilting her head at him. "Like--"

Her hands flashed through a series of seals, and she murmured the jutsu under her breath. She disappeared from the bed, a log appearing in a puff of smoke in her place.

Ino twirled in the door. "--that."

Edited 2009-06-28 02:47 (UTC)

Reno was now staring at the log.

And then staring at Ino.

...

"You wanna maybe get that offa my bed now, Rookie? I ain't sleepin' with that tonight, yo."

He was impressed. Heck, he sounded impressed, even. But logs just didn't do it for him.

Room 504, The Arms Hotel, Friday Evening

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