Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2010-12-30 05:02 pm
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Junon, Gaia, Thursday Afternoon
Junon, Reno supposed, wasn't half bad. Sure as hell better than Edge, which he couldn't wait to get the hell out of, especially after that weird-assed argument in Tseng's kitchen.
Tseng's ex-kitchen, Reno supposed.
He was sitting in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant on one of the city's lower levels, the world's crappiest coffee slowly dissolving a coffee mug in one hand, waiting for somebody in particular. He'd left Edge a little early, dragged a few of the boxes of paperwork along with him so that Rude wouldn't have to haul it all here, and then he'd started to poke around.
Yeah, Junon had suffered a bit since WEAPON's attack. But then, where the hell hadn't?
... Besides Kalm. Lucky, lucky-assed Kalm.
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Tseng's ex-kitchen, Reno supposed.
He was sitting in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant on one of the city's lower levels, the world's crappiest coffee slowly dissolving a coffee mug in one hand, waiting for somebody in particular. He'd left Edge a little early, dragged a few of the boxes of paperwork along with him so that Rude wouldn't have to haul it all here, and then he'd started to poke around.
Yeah, Junon had suffered a bit since WEAPON's attack. But then, where the hell hadn't?
... Besides Kalm. Lucky, lucky-assed Kalm.
[Open for anyone who might want to call, or who has reason to be in Junon!]
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New, but not exactly impossible to fathom. Reno only hesitated a moment before lifting an arm up to pat her on the shoulder. For all that he was a shit-disturber and an all-around pain in the ass, he knew how to handle his Rookies. Especially when they were like this.
"You're hangin' in there," he noted, his voice a few shades gentler than the norm. "You're still standin', yo."
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She'd done nothing to cause the disaster, nothing to be blamed for. Luck, and her father for protecting her.
And now she was clinging and trying not to sniffle too much because somehow, even when all she wanted to do was cry forever it was... too embarrassing, in public. "S-Sorry," she mumbled, "for th-this..."
But she wasn't letting go just yet.
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Really, around here? It was nothing that people weren't used to seeing, whether there was a Turk involved or not.
"You're my Rookie, Rookie. S'what I'm here for, yo."
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Not full out crying, but shaking and just clinging and a few tears snuck out anyway.
Eventually, she loosened her grip on him and pulled away slightly. "I..."
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Yes. Tar tea. Welcome to Junon, Ino.
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Because sitting sounded at about the perfect speed for her to do right now. And toyed with her hair and tried to figure out how tar and tea worked together and came up with...
More questions than she ever really wanted to think about tea.
"I'm okay," she said, muted and it was so very obviously not true that it was pathetic.
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"Long week? Was kinda expectin' your call to come sooner, yo." He quirked a shadow of a grin at her, sitting and reaching for his coffee mug.
He'd have spiked it by now to hide the taste, but the booze around here amounted to... Corel Ale. Never the same twice, but he suspected that the bottle he'd picked up had been made with carrot scrapings and seaweed, add dirt to taste.
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She hitched her shoulders because it was better than her breath hitching. "Sorry," Ino fumbled, "didn't mean to... take so long."
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Possibly far more thoroughly than he realized, considering the little Gaia grand tour that was going on.
"Sorry we had to do the meetup in Junon, yo. Didn't know if Rude had enough room on his floor for three of us crashin' in."
And also, Edge: Not a great place to send the Rookie right after her home blew up, Zack or none.
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She was pretty sure she remembered that.
"It made sense."
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For all of the destruction and loss of life, at least the levels of Junon that did survive had cleaned up well enough.
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She probably should be, but Ino doubted it would happen.
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He only kind of made a face.
"You didn't need to crash out? My room's yours for the takin', yo. I don't mind sleepin' on the chair."
Or the floor. Or outside in a hallway somewhere. Really, that was one of the great things about being Reno. Being able to sleep anywhere. Through almost anything.
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No, really. They had the Gil.
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Or possibly a private villa in Del Sol.
"Nah, it ain't no hassle," Reno replied, shrugging. "If you can't sleep, hey, ain't no problem. I ain't plannin' on doin' much sleepin' myself, yo. The company can't hurt."
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"D-Does--" she shook her head and cleared her throat. Tried again. "Does it make me a bad person to have left as soon as we could get a portal out of--?"
Konoha? Home? It hadn't felt like home even before things had gone to hell.
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"Honestly? I don't think it's got nothin' to do with the kind of person you are," he noted. "Plenty of people made their way outta Midgar, headed to Kalm first chance they could get. Kalm ain't never been more successful, yo. I would'a joined 'em, too, if I could'a got away with it."
Reno had his reasons for being so comfortable on Fandom Island, not the least of which was the view that he'd had while living in Edge.
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And then she'd run away.
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... Okay, apparently all it had really taken was for Tseng to pitch a fit after the Remnants of Sephiroth trashed Edge. But still.
"People can't run on just loyalty, Rookie. You stop and think about why you took off?"
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"Ain't really--thought."
That was... partly a lie. It was an answer that didn't need a great deal of thought on her part.
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And then, after a thoughtful pause.
"And who and what you need, too. More'n anything."
But if she was anything like him, being needed always managed to come before having a need.
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"That ain't even something that needs thought."
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"You wanna fill me in?"
Not that Reno had to make her tell him. He could guess.
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"Ain't that stupid," Reno noted, idly. "You wanna know how many times I told Tseng to shove it, when he tried pullin' me away from Rikku?"
Hint: Lots.
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