raspberryturk | Middle of Nowhere, Gaia, Saturday Night Fandom Time

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Middle of Nowhere, Gaia, Saturday Night Fandom Time

Reno stared at the little sphere in his hand, squinting hard at it. It had almost killed him to get this damn thing, this stupid fucking piece of doomsday that AVALANCHE - the real AVALANCHE - had been so hell-bent on getting their mitts on. And he hadn't told Tseng yet. Hadn't really told anybody but the Rookie.

He had a little piece of the end of the world, the beginning of the end of the Turks, right there in his hand. Shit, he was still bleeding on the damn thing. Or maybe that blood belonged to the Ravens he'd taken down to get it.

AVALANCHE would notice it was missing before long. They'd send someone to investigate and they'd find blood and footprints and the telltale smoke and ozone smell of thundaga in the air. And he'd be long gone by the time that happened. He looked down at the corpse of the Raven on the ground. He spat on it as the body began to fade.

And then he picked up his phone and placed two calls. One to Portalocity, telling them to send a portal to a location that was a good ten minutes away on foot, if he ran like hell. And, as he was running like hell, he placed a second call.

Now the mission was out of his hands and over to Iris.

[OOC: For one!]

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"Oh, I do hope they do," Reno replied. "Here, I'll ask one of these gentlemen if they know--"

And then, with all the fearless of a man with money, he was walking up to one of the men working security to ask just that. A few moments later, he was walking back to 'Fleur,' all smiles.

"Good news! This kind sir has told me that they have tours twice a day, and there's one coming up in twenty minutes that still has room enough for two!"

My, how convenient. Almost as though it had been planned for.

Ino did, in fact, know what she was doing, Reno.

"Oh, how wonderful! There's time enough to get a drink before we go," she said, beaming at first 'Rubedo' and then around him to the kind sir that had helped him out. "Isn't it wonderful? And the tour is early enough that there will be plenty of time to play the tables."

"A lovely tour with lovely company, and then a few games of roulette to end the day on. This was absolutely the best choice for our spring vacation, Fleur. Absolutely."

Out of the corner of his eye, Reno noticed a familiar gait moving around the room, dark hair tied back neatly. A trained eye would be able to tell that he was subtly tailing a target. Two targets, though one with intent to kill.

You're getting terribly sarcastic, dear.

"Of course it was, darling, honestly," she said, fluttering her hands at him, as her mind followed his line of thinking. Ah. Tseng.

Well. It was going to happen at some point. He hadn't noticed them yet.

"I told you, when it comes to holidays, there's no one better than I for ideas. Now, where--ah, look, what would you like to drink? My treat."

Still gonna kill you, sweetheart.

"Oh, you know I don't drink while gambling," Reno admonished in a statement that was as far from being Reno as was Reno-ly possible. "It muddies my judgment." He paused. "Oh, perhaps a martini, though. There's one I've heard of that they make using pahsana greens that is apparently to die for."

Apparently rich Reno wanted fancy alcoholic apple juice. Okay then.

"I wonder if we can take beverages on the tour?"

"Just one won't hurt," Ino wheedled, which was... about as far from Ino as possible as well. "Not when it's a martini! I'm sure they'd let us take them with us. They would't want their guests getting thirsty now, would they?"

"With the money we're going to spend here tonight, I certainly hope they wouldn't," Reno mused, making his way toward the bar, ordering his pahsanatini, and then looking back across the room, eyes sliding right by Tseng even while he made mental notes about the mission.

He remembered this one. Some big shot from Midgar, not a great person, certainly not the President's favorite, but influential enough politically that the loss would be felt across the city. And there was a dignitary from Wutai here tonight. Tseng was to kill the Midgardian politician to further cement the President's footing at the seat of power, and then frame the Wutaian so that the President had an obvious reason to push the occupation and restructuring of Wutai. One of the events that, a few years down the road, led to his own 'vacation' in Wutai after the dropping of the plate.

His eyes came to rest on where people were gathering for the tour.

"Ah, hurry, hurry," he urged the bartender, "we're going to miss it! There are only two tours in a day, you know!"

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Ino didn't even bother to look Tseng's way, more absorbed in watching the bartender ostensibly, though her mind kept a tab on him... just in case.

In case he spotted them or else he got into hot water, she wasn't sure. Both. Both, most likely.

"I'm sure he knows, darling," Ino said, resting one hand on Reno's arm. "There's still plenty of time--look, the clock says it's only ten to."

"Oh, I know," Reno smiled a little, a silly, smitten little smile that he only tended to wear, these days, when he needed to for a job. He leaned forward to place a very chaste kiss to her cheek. "I do know. But it's so terribly exciting, isn't it? A tour, fireworks... I don't think I've had this much excitement since our visit to Costa del Sol."

He straightened up again and smiled at the bartender, nodding as he took his drink.

Oh. Oh, ew.

If Ino had ever wondered if there could ever be anything between her and Reno, and she hadn't really, the kiss put that way out of her mind. Oh, ew.

Siblings, at most.

Ino's smile became slightly fixed.

"I didn't realize you remembered much of our trip to Costa del Sol," she laughed, tugging him along.

Don't kiss me ever again.

Trust me, I don't plan on it, yo. Bleh.

Seriously. Absolutely siblings at most.

"Oh, come now, I hadn't had that many martinis," he laughed, tripping along after her.

"You say that, but I remember the surfboard incident," she chided, as they joined the group waiting for the tour. "I have photographic proof, darling."

"You said you'd deleted those photos!" He reached out to give her a playful shove of the shoulder, barely a tap, in all. "I can't trust anything you say now, can I?"

She laughed gaily.

"But it's so much fun!" she protested. "I deleted most of them--I only kept a few, truly, for... personal uses."

"I do hope you're not referring to blackmail, my love," Reno admonished. "I shall have to refrain from ever doing anything fun again."

A pause.

"Right after I'm finished this martini."

"And the tour," she said, giggling and leaning into him. "Look, is that the tour guide? My, he's handsome!"

Reno sniffed as he leaned back and inspected the tour guide.

"He's alright."

Jealous much?

Yes, but that's why she'd said it.

"Don't be like that, darling," Ino reassured him gaily. "He has nothing on you."

Careful, we'll have to kiss to soothe my hurt ego if we keep that one up, yo.

And that was weird. They'd established that.

"Well, good." He made a big production of looking the tour guide up and down, and then returned his attention to his martini. "I do set a rather high bar, don't I?"

The tour guide looked faintly uncomfortable.

The poor tour guide!

"Most of the time," Ino allowed, teasing just a little more. She couldn't help it. That much was pure Ino. "And even if you didn't, you'd still be my favourite."

That was... probably a lie, given 'Fleur's' personality.

Don't be ridiculous. The tour's starting and, ha, the guide looks so relieved.

I'd feel bad about it, but... I don't feel bad about it.

He really didn't. At all.

"Was there ever any doubt?"

The guide started talking, trying to get his voice to carry over their chatter, and before too long, the group was on the move.

Once they were on the move, their chatter faded into the small ooohs and ahhhs that the other guests were making as they were led around to gawk at the work of art that the casino was--and, really, it was.

From the chandeliers to the sculptures to the detail work on the panelling on the walls, everything was perfect, and ridiculously, opulent.

Ino was...

Rather bored.

I hope we get to the fireworks section soon. I'm tired of making impressed noises at pictures.

I just put all of my oohs and aaahs into the paintings that show tits. Ain't nobody paying enough attention to realize I'm a pervert, yo.

Really, they weren't. Otherwise he'd be acting far more careful.

We're headin' to the roof, at least. To take in the view. We can piss off and poke at the fireworks setup there.

Or if they do notice, they'll think you've just had too many drinks.

And it wasn't like she actually cared what he did, though 'Fleur' was just doing a good job being oblivious.

And we'll be oh so contrite if we get caught!

That was the nice part of playing stupid, it really was. People believed stupid.

That's my favorite part, yo.

Because, really. Rich folks on a casino tour. It wasn't a stretch from there.

Okay, we're comin' up on the roof. I'm sure I can distract 'em long enough for you to get that bauble tucked in there, yo. Ain't like you need more'n a second anyway.

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