raspberryturk | Reno's Room, 29 Chimera Court, Thursday Evening

Call it whatever you wanted, Reno was in a state tonight. Repeated attempts to appeal to Tseng's better judgment hadn't quite gotten him the 'yeah, come back here and we'll actually fix that' results he had been hoping for. While he enjoyed the island as much as anybody possibly could, what he was actually accomplishing here, besides babysitting a Rookie who was really only in any real danger back in Midgar - and wouldn't be in that danger unless a certain silver-haired mama's boy reared his head - wasn't nearly enough. The Gaia that Ino, that Iris, called home now had become a godsdamned wildcard, and for all that they'd sorted out the AVALANCHE mess that had ruined the Turks in his own timeline, with Zack and Cloud out of the game, they'd unleashed a whole new sort of beast on the Planet.

There were a lot of things Reno could do. Sneak back to Gaia, try to put Rude up to doing something stupid, send Tseng a few more completely inappropriate care packages from Dite's, just accept his lot in life... but these past few weeks, with a direct order from Baby Boss to keep his chocobo-tattooed ass on the island and babysitting the Rookie, the most productive thing he could manage was just thinking.

A lot.

Into a bottle.

Fuck this shit. The world had ended once on his watch, if it was going to happen again, he intended to at least be drunk for it.

[OOC: Cut for your typical end of the world reminiscing and a Turk exercising an old drinking habit. For one!]

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She grinned up at him in the darkness. Zack weren’t going to be the only one who hated this.

“Then we’re on.”

It felt good, to go completely off track.

"We're on," Reno agreed. And he grinned faintly. And then he laughed. "Forget Sephrioth, yo. How the hell is that reality gonna survive us, anyway?"

She started to giggle.

“They’re goin’ to love it,” she insisted. “Love it. Eventually!”

They were probably not going to love it. And Ino knew good and well that it was ideas like this that were the reason why she and Reno weren't paired up on jobs often by Tseng.

"Poor bastards don't even know what we're doin' for 'em, yo."

It was better that way, granted.

"Now, gimme that bottle of water over there, would you?"

"I ain't getting up," she grumbled half-heartedly, even though she tilted her head enough to see where--ah. Yeah, that looked like a water bottle.

Her hair snaked out and grabbed it, then dangled it above Reno's head.

"Happy now?"

Reno gave her a crooked little smile, reaching a hand up toward the bottle.

"Happier'n I was, yo. Needed this, apparently."

She let him have the bottle, smiling slightly.

"What, the water?" Ino teased gently.

"Definitely the water, yo," Reno replied easily. "You ain't no cure for a hangover, Rookie."

"I weren't trying to cure your hangover," she scoffed.

"Nah," Reno agreed, unscrewing the cap and taking a deep swig from the bottle. "Guess you weren't."

She'd done a hell of a number on the cause of it, though.

She was annoying as shit that way.

"You're welcome," Ino said easily. "I got tired of what you were doin'."

"This one of them 'next time just talk about it' things?"

In hindsight, sure, that made sense.

"I mean, I ain't the quickest one to do that either."

No shit, Ino.

"But maybe after a few days of drowning, consider alternatives?"

Look, if you needed a guy disappeared, you called a Turk. If you needed to blow a building up good, or cover up a massive slaughter that destroyed the entire population of a small town? Call a Turk.

If you wanted healthy coping mechanisms, call a shrink.

"Yeah, sure, I'll keep that in mind," Reno decided. "... Worked out, anyway."

Ino wouldn't argue that.

"Only 'cause I got your back," she said cheerfully. "Where do you want to start with this?"

"Recon," Reno replied. "Where the hell else?"

He paused, and then added, "President's gonna die first. I'd suggest we get extra security on him, but that'd just be a waste of resources anyway."

If you wanted cold calculation, you called a Turk.

Nobody would be able to stop Sephiroth from killing the President. And frankly, Gaia was better off without the old man who had thrown the Turks under the bus in the first place. Not that Reno was nursing a grudge, honest.

"Rufus'll like that," she said, smiling slightly.

Shut up, Ino liked Rufus.

"And I weren't talkin' 'bout on Gaia. I were talkin' before. We got to hack Portalocity. We got to wrap shit up here--'less you want to just pull a runner, but Tseng might notice less quickly if we synced with the new semester comin' up."

She had to figure out what the fuck to say to Zack.

Reno made a brief pout at that, and then sighed.

"Clock's tickin'," he complained, "but it has been this long... if Sephiroth shows, Tseng can't say shit about us headin' back, anyway. You wanna handle the hack, since you got all the puppy info anyway? I can set up covers for at least a few weeks, buy us some time before he figures out somethin's up."

Tseng, not Zack, who he mostly just figured would probably pull his own teeth out rather than call Tseng for any reason whatsoever anyway.

Ino's first reaction was to protest, since hacking was... not one of her best skills, comparatively, but it made sense, for her to do it.

And she could do it. She was pretty sure.

"At the very least, your covers'll keep Tseng from haring off after us immediately," she agreed. "We can do any supply gathering we might need before we head out too. Zack's asked me to stock him up on things, so I can basically get whatever without raising eyebrows from Tseng right now."

Reno tapped the rim of his water bottle thoughtfully against his teeth for a moment.

Hm.

"I'll re-route shit so any mail or calls we give 'im re-route through the island," he added. "Back through their source, here. In case he gets any ideas about trackin' where we're contactin' him from."

She grinned.

"He's gonna be so mad at us."

Good. It was good for Tseng. Otherwise he got complacent, thinking his Turks listened to him.

"He can be mad," Reno decided. "Beats bein' dead."

They wanted to avoid as much 'dead' as possible.

Reno's Room, 29 Chimera Court, Thursday Evening

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