Reno of the Turks (
raspberryturk) wrote2014-09-27 09:51 am
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Office #7, Saturday
Reno really didn't come into this office often, as could be evidenced by the fact that it was pretty much bare. Sure, there was paperwork scattered across his desk, phone numbers and forms and letters for people through Edge and the rest of the Midgar continent, some of it all even actually regarding things he needed for class.
This week, of all the people he could be making arrangements with, he was working on negotiations with a rancher outside of Kalm. Things were going pretty smoothly, at least, since he'd done business with the man before.
For once, he was sitting in his office and not firing pencils at the ceiling using rubber band slingshots. Probably for the best, since his door was open in case any parents wanted to stop by and ask him what the hell he was teaching their little darlings.
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This week, of all the people he could be making arrangements with, he was working on negotiations with a rancher outside of Kalm. Things were going pretty smoothly, at least, since he'd done business with the man before.
For once, he was sitting in his office and not firing pencils at the ceiling using rubber band slingshots. Probably for the best, since his door was open in case any parents wanted to stop by and ask him what the hell he was teaching their little darlings.
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"Four," he shared, shrugging his shoulders before shuffling some of his paperwork off to the side of the desk. "He never said why, I never asked. We get plenty of students in who don't go by their given names, yo."
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If you asked him, Evelyn as a name was just fuckin' weird.
"A student asks me to call 'em something, that's what I call 'em. It's none of my business why they want to disassociate with the name their mama gave 'em."
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Which probably explained it.
"I'm Evelyn Eaton."
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Sorry, Evelyn. Reno was never gonna call him Tobias. He respected the kid too much for that.
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Reno didn't know much about Four's family life. Class talks had always focused more on the way his society worked, after all. But he didn't get the impression that the kid came from a happy home.
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It had made the papers.
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He'd hate to have to kill somebody. Mostly. It was sort of part of the job as a Turk.
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Won't that be a lovely surprise for him!
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"Yeah? Bit of a falling out in the family or something?"
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He was starting to sort of form an image of just how well this reunion could potentially go, here.
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He knew about the Dauntless, to a point, and a bit about how far that world had fallen, and something about how they had picked up the pieces again afterwards. But the Choosing was a new one to Reno.
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"Of course it was," he sighed. "A heaping pile of steaming political bullshit to brighten anyone's day. Damn shame society's always been made up of hypocrites, no matter where you go. I've seen Four at work, and he's as Dauntless as they come."
Why yes, yes his voice did hold a note of approval as he talked about Four. It took guts to stay true to oneself out there. It shouldn't be any surprise to anyone that it would be somebody choosing Dauntless to do it.
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She didn't sound surprised. Their home life had been far from a happy one.
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"You'd think somebody who identified himself as 'Selfless' wouldn't be too up his own ass about it."
Reno's two cents, Evelyn. He was giving them to you, free of charge.
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On this bizarre island.
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Reno shrugged his shoulders.
"I think he's gonna be fine. He's too friggin' stubborn not to be."
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"This island's softer than what half the student body's dealt with, yo," he replied. "And my classes ain't made to coddle. He's tough, even for a boy who had to grow up too gods-damned fast, and you're sellin' him short if you figure any of what I'm seein' from him is because the island's soft."
He drummed his fingers against his desk, and then shot her a sharp-edged grin.
"You even know what I teach, or you just in here because his name's on my roster?"
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"Figures," he muttered. "He's been in a few of my classes, yo. Classes about improvised weapons, about survivin' the end of the world, that sort of thing. This semester, we're actually hittin' up ground zero and working to pick up the pieces in a place that's still tryin' to get its feet under it again after everything went more or less nuclear. He passed my test when I ran people through the ropes to see who gets trusted with a weapon while we're there. He spent half the summer takin' down all kinds of nasties in my other class. When I say he's tough, I mean he's a goddamn survivor, and that's when I set him next to kids who kill monsters for fun. This place is soft most of the time, but I put my rookies through their paces, yo. Some of 'em need it if they're gonna survive when they go back home."
Reno was... a little fierce when it came to people underestimating his rookies, so far as he saw it. Of course, it didn't take much for Reno to see it that way.
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She sounded more than a little smug about that last part.
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That statement wasn't necessarily a Marcus-centric one. It seemed to Reno as though Four had been on his own for a while, now, in one fashion or another. If he felt that he belonged among the Dauntless, his was the only opinion that actually counted.
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He drummed his fingers against the top of his desk again, and then tilted his head at her.
"You ain't a fan. Just how far outta Four's life are you?"
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And oh, there was some anger there.
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"Of course they don't," he sighed. "Because why the hell would the Selfless need divorce."
Reno kind of wanted to kick this faction system in the nuts, now. And this whole thing was sounding messier by the minute.
"You figure you're gonna get a warm welcome from him?"
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Presumably.
"Don't hurt him," he said instead, frowning more deeply. "These weekends are for the students' good, not their estranged parents, no matter what the invitation letter tells you."
Four was tough, sure, but if Reno's mother were to walk in here, refusing to use the name he went by, looking for him, he'd be messed up, too.
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He was making a mental note to check up on Four on Monday. Looked like the kid had an interesting weekend lined up for him.