towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Reno, open
Setting: Floo- you know what, the Meadow Floor. The one with all the meadow-y things.
Format: Prose or action
Summary: Reno is on the meadow floor, practicing his moves.
Warnings: I'm going to say, yes.

Today, Reno did not have to go out on the rope and wash those stupid windows, so instead of sitting in the library he decided to head up here. It seemed to be a comfortable spot, plenty of room to move around in. On top of that, he was wearing his uniform. It had been a while since he had worn it. In fact, it had been far too long. Definitely not since he had been in the Tower. Why now he chose to wear it was something to ask a therapist. He figured he had probably been here way too long. As it was, all he knew for certain was that he needed to wear it, to show something of what he was to the Tower and be damned the consequences. The longer he was here, the more he thought that these people honestly had no idea of what Shinra was anyway, so why bother anymore? Besides, his uniform was created with the utmost of comfort and sweat control while fighting in mind. He always gave props to the little known textiles division for developing the material.

Now if only they could invent a tie that wouldn't choke a person when it was tightened.

It was definitely a good day to start up a routine. He was starting to feel sluggish lately, not quite as quick on reflexes, and that had him worried a bit. The incident with that bird statue still bothered him from time to time, even if the wounds were no longer reminding him of it. Of course, there were no dummies or punching bags on the meadow, and he didn't feel much like trying to hunt down monsters, so he did the best he could with practicing combo moves. He started off simple, punching, then punch-kick-punch, and at the end let off a full combo that would have a group of invisible attackers on the ground, writhing in agony.

Satisfied, he turned around, tapping his EMR on his shoulder and prepared for his next set of moves. Maybe this time he would throw in a few bolts in for good measure.

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One of my friends met with death on that day.

[ Remember the corpse on the ground? Yup, that was Gandalf's friend. And you don't just kill his friends and hope to get away with it. ]

I have seen him since then and his words worried me... I have made some research and I believe something dangerous may have been forming in the shadows.

[He changes slightly, growing thoughtful and worried. This was a stranger, one he wasn't sure he could trust. For all he knew, Gandalf could have been a test of his loyalty to the alliange.]

May have been? You're not sure? What about your friend?

[The body hadn't worried him so much, people had a way of coming back from death here. Besides, he was pretty sure if he said anything he would have been the next.]

[ ... Bit light nearly emanates from him! ~~Okay he could be a Templar for all he knows but still.~~

Gandalf looks at him with gravity. ]

He's fine, and I am not sure indeed. This is the very reason I am talking to you right now.

[ Gandalf understands that; and it's smart. And he dares to hope Reno will meet his expectations. ]

You think I had something to do with it.

[It was posed as a statement- a sort of acknowledgment that he did have the knowledge Gandalf sought.

He gestured for Gandalf to follow him, walking away from the staircase and farther into the meadow.]

Talking about this could wind up with me getting killed. Or worse.

[ Gandalf follows him. He's not worried, he doubt Reno would try to attack him or something. And if ever he did, he would be up for a surprise. ]

Not talking about this could get many more people killed- Life in this tower is hard, and I would like to prevent is from becoming worst.

[Frustration, worry. Both were present as Reno spoke.]

Yeah, I know, but this can jeopardize any chance I got of stopping it. Death isn't permanent here. What I'm tryin' to stop is worse than that.

And on your own you are doomed to fail. Your will may be strong, but there are evils at work here against who only cooperation can prevail.

[He was probably right. Reno was used to working with a team; by himself he was far less sure of what was the correct course of action to take.]

I like thinkin' I've got a fair shot at it. Are you offering your help on this?

I am. I have been working since my arrival to unite the free people of this tower, to have them work and fight together to restore their homeworld and escape this place.

I do not know what it is that happened during that reunion, but I fear it might compromise our chances to properly work at restoring our homes.

[ In fact, pretty much what Reno wanted for the bad guys to do. You'll have a whole group of people backing you up soon if you accept. ]

It won't. At least not yet.

[Suck it up, Reno. You don't have to be alone in this, even if these people aren't Turks.]

I wouldn't mind some backup.

[Pause here, looking serious.]

I'm part of it. Somehow. Problem is I don't have powers like they do, and I'm not a dragon.

Raw power is not everything, willpower matters as much if not more in those case... Those you speak with won't be looking too much in your lack of raw power as long as you put on the mask of a man whose mindset equals theirs.

[ He looks serious as well and sighs. ]

It means only I and the leader of the group I'm organizing can know about you until the organization is settled. Then, the hardest part for you will start if you accept to go that far, but you will not be alone any more.

I'm not a fool. I know how to handle myself, it just makes me uneasy.

[He gives Gandalf a scrutinizing look. If any reminded him of Bugenhagen, it was this man. Even maybe a wizard of lore.]

Who are you, anyway?

What would be worrying is if it didn't.

[ He smiles ever so lightly. ]

I have many names, people in the tower call me Gandalf.

[At least it was a name.]

Reno. How will I contact you? Not exactly something to use the network for...

You'll find me at the library. The one at the 19th Floor.

If you need to speak to me but I am nowhere to be found, find Zelda. She's a blonde young woman and her ears are different, pointed- If you heard about Elves or Hylians you'll easily recognize her.

[ Wouldn't it be precisely who Ganondorf asked him to spy? Oh well. ]