Edge, Friday Afternoon

[raspberryturk]

Distress calls from Rookies, left, right, and center. That was what Reno came home to, after over a week without phone reception out in the wastes. And now it was the countdown, before one Rookie would get here, with Ifrit only knew what kind of trauma fresh in her head.

Pick up the phone. Dial numbers. He had well over an hour, between the time Ino's portal would arrive to pick her up, and the time it would actually make it into Edge, after all.

"The boss sends me on one mission in the middle of nowhere, Mako, an' the whole universe goes to Hell without me, zoto."

[NFB for distance, as usual. Open for anyone who needs a Reno call or who wants to give one, all calls will sit chronologically before a certain Ninja visitor, yo.]

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[raspberryturk]

Reno lifted a shoulder.

"Might depend on the situation," he noted. "Remember, we're the guys who'd press-gang unwilling bastards into SOLDIER. I figure if the company decided that they really fuckin' wanted us, they'd get us. But, then again..."

He pursed his lips, looking at the ceiling.

"It's a shitload more important that the Turks are loyal to the company than damn near anyone else. We learn the dirty shit. If we don't wanna be here from the get-go, we ain't what ShinRa's lookin' for. Cut the loss, move along. Nobody knows nothin' about what we do until after we say yes, anyhow."

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it's not a straight black-or-white," Elena said thoughtfully, as she inspected her own ceiling. "Maybe they try to persuade you, talk you around into wanting to join. I can't imagine them investing the energy to identify a candidate and then let that go without a peep."

[raspberryturk]

"Well, yeah, they're gonna talk you into wantin' to join," Reno replied. "I think at the same time, they ain't gonna ask unless they already figure you're fuckin' idiot enough to agree to do it, yo."

Which was a fair assumption, wasn't it?

[findingelena.livejournal.com]

"Better than life under that plate," Elena said simply.

Half the slums hated ShinRa, but no one turned down a chance to get out. Not even if it meant selling yourself to that same damned company.