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Characters: Reno, open
Setting:
Unknown location - Shinra's Finest Still: locked to Rusty
Media room- open
Format: Prose, action! Either is fine!
Summary: Reno is being a grumpy guts and starting a downward spiral. Feel free to hit up for new/moar CR!
Warnings: Apologies in advance for grumpy Reno! ALSO, fighting and troll blood. However there may be more warnings eventually for certain threads. Will update.

Media Room, July 7th, open to everyone

He wasn't going to go ANYWHERE today, just sit on this beanbag chair and veg out. He was depressed, and he knew it.

Not even the music was going to help today.

Eyes blinking, he swatted at a shadow that scuttled across the floor, trying to find a suitable darkened corner. Idiot, Reno thought, rolling over on the beanbag so he didn't have to watch it.

Even the monsters were being stupid lately.

Maybe it was just him. Things were just. Ridiculous and hopeless here.

"Fuck the Tower." He spoke aloud, not caring in the least if there was anyone else there. "Fuck it."

Unknown Location, July 6th, locked to Rusty

Continued from here

After taking a trip down to the cafeteria looking for bottles, Reno made good time collecting empty and discarded bottles, giving them a thorough rinse in the kitchen's sink before tucking them into a net bag he had made in the workshop. The still they had set up was well hidden, and Reno didn't want to have to come back to get more.

Once he was done with that, he headed off to their hiding place, only running into a few monsters along the way. Minor distractions, they were easily taken care of.

If only every day was like that, but no, he had to be here in this dump with psychotic idiots in charge with powers they didn't fully know about. On top of that, he was surrounded by even more idiots that played out the same several set of tunes, over and over.

The conversation he had when the network finally came back up kept playing in the back of his head. Times like this, when he was alone, it took over his thoughts.

It pissed him off so much.

They had been so close to gaining control and maybe finding a way out. Reno didn't care about going home anymore. Gaia was dead as far as he was concerned, there was nothing left for him. Just to go somewhere else, where he wasn't at the mercy of sadistic demi-gods, that would be enough.

The more terrifying thing he kept thinking about. He was starting to doubt that they even had existed before they came here.

Reno pushed aside a bush and ducked, sliding into the shallow cave they had made in the small hill on this island. It was well hidden, and barring anyone following him, should stay hidden for a long time. The still looked like it was in good shape, and the newest batch of brew was definitely ready to be bottled from what he smelled.

He settled down and started filling them, taking a sip from time to time, until finally, he just started drinking it outright. Shiva, he had missed alcohol.

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Guess what? Gamzee was a brat when he was running on nerves and little else. Without the sopor, he was a lot more prone to staying focused on something - a skill which he chose to exercise at that moment, staying rooted in his spot beside Reno, staring down at the man who was so obviously trying to ignore him. It just made him want to piss him off even more.

Irritating. This was irritating the hell out of him. He was in a bad enough mood, why did the kid have to ruin it more?

Fine, have it that way. Reno got up, taking his music with him, and started slowly ambling around the room. That started to help a bit, and if he closed his eyes he could almost start relaxing a bit.

No matter his mental state, Gamzee was persistent when it came to pestering people - even if the motives were a little different each time. While Reno took the high road by avoiding conflict, Gamzee took the low road, stewing in place like a child spurned until he couldn't take it anymore.

In a flash of speed he couldn't quite remember having before, he was at Reno's side, halfway across the room, grabbing at his arm in an attempt to turn him around to face him.

"Hey!"

Shiva's tits, Gamzee, that is NOT what you do to a Turk.

Reno's fist came flying around as he was pulled, faster than his body, and headed right for Gamzee's face.

The indignation is smashed straight out of him as Gamzee feels a sharp impact right in the middle of his face. It was a dull, blunt force at first. Painless, knocking his vision out into nothing but flashes of color. Then came the hurt - first and foremost, exactly where his fangs got forced into and partially through his lip. That pain was sharper than the pain that accompanied the feeling of his nose crunching under Reno's knuckles, though the blood there was instantaneous and seemingly never-ending. It spouted out in a burst of wet, purple fluid like someone had turned on a fucking faucet.

The sheer force of the blow sent him staggering backwards, doubling over a little bit while raising a hand up to his bloodied mess of a face.

"Motherfucker!!!"

He didn't intend to start a fight here, not now. But having his face pummeled was a surefire way to change his plans in an instant. With a growl that was anything but human, Gamzee sprang forward in retaliation, throwing his own bony fist in front of him.

It hadn't been done on a conscious level, being a purely instinctual move on Reno's part, largely due to his training as a Turk.

The amount of damage he'd done to Gamzee was surprising though, he hadn't put that much effort into it. Retaliation after that was a no brainer, and he was ready for the lunge, dancing to the side and tapping Gamzee on the back in order to flop him on top of the bean bag Reno had been sitting on.

"Don't fucking grab me!"

Edited 2012-07-12 07:47 (UTC)

Gamzee always let his rage blind him, but it didn't completely banish his survival instincts. Being down was being vulnerable, and as soon as he'd fallen against the bean bag, he vaulted to his feet, snarling in irritation. His anger made him quick, made him strong, made him pretty fucking mindless. His hands were reaching for Reno's throat and he was ready to duck his head to use his horns if he needed to fucking impale something.

"I'LL DO MORE THAN MOTHERFUCKING GRAB YOUR FUCKING ASS FOR THE FUCKIN' BEAT DOWN YOU ALL GOT TO BE PUTTING ON MY MOTHER FUCKING FACE."

The Turk was used to thinking on his feet, coming up with unusual solutions to immediate problems, even if that meant jumping off a 50 meter tower or smashing through an elevator door bare handed. Gamzee being enraged was no different.

Thinking quickly, he flashed on all the things that Gamzee could have as a possible weakness, when he remembered that incident where he dyed the kid's hair pink.

That was it!

Reno turned and dashed with all his speed to the stair case and raced up to Floor 15, the workshop.

There.

It was only a few seconds later that Reno was lobbing the object from the bottom of the stairs on 14 at the enraged troll.

The bucket flew through the air...

God damnit that fucking slippery son of a bitch!!! He'd hightailed it out of the room like the coward he was. A brother gets a cheap motherfucking hit in, then hoofs it at the sign of any real fight. Figures. It didn't sate Gamzee's anger, though. Hell fucking no it didn't.

Chairs and endtables had been overturned and thrown around before he spotted Reno again at the stairs. Oh, beautiful. He'd ran off to get a weapon to beat him down with, this time. Tough luck. Like hell Gamzee would let him get another hit in.

"What all in the motherfuck do y--"

The... fuck. Was that.

The.

Fuck.

Was.

That.

Oh fuck no.

It was easy enough to dodge the thrown bucket, but that didn't save him from its implications, or the sudden rush of confusion that started to compete for brainspace with his suddenly curbing rage.

"...The fuck!?"

The intense confusion on Gamzee's face almost made Reno laugh, but instead he just strode over to the troll, grabbed his shoulders, and flopped him down on a beanbag again.

"Listen to me, you sunuvatit. You don't fucking grab me like that, ever, unless ya want your brains smashed in. I act on instinct and I sure as hell didn't mean to squash your half baked face, all right? So just sit the hell down and shut the fuck up."

Reno was on a roll now, he was in full Leader mode, the same one he'd developed while they had all thought Tseng was 'dead.' "I got no fucking clue what your problem is," he was bouncing on his feet, agitated to the point where he wanted to smash the kid again, "but far as I can think it started when I actually kinda cared what the fuck happened to your skank ass. Ya don't fucking treat friends like that, got that, asshole? I don't fucking care what planet you're from, what your skankass culture says, or if you're a fucking god. My definition of friend is someone that's got yer back and fights by your side, so you show appreciation if someone asks ya something so they can fucking bomb the asshole outta existance that hurt ya. Got it?"

He was done, breathing heavily and anger still flashing in his eyes.

Gamzee's eyes were fixed on that damn bucket until he caught Reno advancing on him from the corner of his eye. The offensive material was quickly forgotten in favor of whirling around to meet his attacker again. He was particularly violent and defensive at first, when Reno'd grabbed him by the shoulders and flung him back again.

He was ready to claw. Ready to claw and bite and dammit, why didn't he bring his clubs with him!? Who the fuck walks around the Tower unarmed!? But he never got a chance to attack, because Reno had begun to... yell at him?

Seriously, what the fuck? Who stops in the middle of a fight to just... yell at their opponent? Gamzee was in the right sort of mind to actually listen to some of what he was saying, too, instead of just dismissing it in a fit of comatose derping.

All right. If the human wanted to get soft and emotional, so fucking be it. It didn't win any points for their race in Gamzee's head, but they didn't really have any points to begin with. Aside from... the general awesomeness he'd experienced from some of them. Sometimes. But it didn't fucking matter because it seemed all they wanted to do was talk about their God damn feelings.

He'd bite. Metaphorically, even though he wanted so badly to do it physically. He was a stubborn kid, and he didn't feel like getting all sappy right away. He'd just sulk there, arms crossed over his chest and the biggest glare on his face to ever exist.

"Don't dis my fuckin' planet."

Reno paused and stared at the kid. That was it? After he just laid bare everything that was pissing him off at the kid? "Don't dis my planet?"

"Hey, shitbag, if your planet was so great ya wouldn't need to put down everyone else. There's nothin' fucking superior about you, just some damn pissed off kid."

Gamzee arched his brow, keeping his arms folded but easing up on the glowering, if only a little.

"I ain't the one who all was at swingin' the first fuckin' blow, motherfucker."

He laughed darkly, resting his back into the chair and uncrossing his arms.

"This what you all do normally? Proposition defenseless motherfuckin' 'wigglers like what's I all am and then clock hem in their mother fucking faces when they don't fuckin' reciprocate?"

The sound of Reno's hand meeting forehead was pretty loud.

"Ever heard of fucking reflex? And don't start that bucket shit again, I had to knock ya out of that screaming hissy fit you were in. Buckets are buckets. They got no special meaning in my world, and my world ain't yours, so stop tryin' to force everything to mean the same."

He wasn't interested in Gamzee like that, and he wasn't sure he was interested in Gamzee as anything except to avoid him, after everything.

If he really thought about it, even as being a Turk, nobody who called themselves his friend treated him like that, and the people who did? Well, there was always the option of taking care of that, Turk style. Even someone like Scarlet, who wanted to kill the Turks, had better manners about it.

Maybe that was it, Reno had come to expect aggressiveness and hostility as enemies or opponents. When the hell did that happen? He'd plenty of friends as a kid that treated him like shit... It was something to think about, anyway. Maybe he'd reacted a little strongly to Gamzee, the kid had his own way of speaking, and he'd been right, it wasn't any of Reno's business how the jackass felt.

He was still angry. That bucket did nothing but confuse him - not settle him down. All he wanted to do was stand up again. Finish what he started and tear Reno's throat right out of his neck. Smash all of those fingers that had punched him in the face until they were nothing but little bits and pieces.

All of these graphic thoughts kept floating through his head, twisting the corners of his mouth up in a manic grin. He wanted to hurt. Wanted to kill. But... what would that make him? It would turn him in to exactly what he'd turned into in the labyrinth. Even if being a mindless killing machine was fun, it was almost like that's what the motherfuckers that ran this place wanted him to do.

Gamzee ground his teeth, trying to sniff all that purple blood back and failing miserably. He swallowed some that had gotten into the back of his nose and mouth, wiping at the rest that had started to dry on his lips.

"If you thinkin' on it that I be all such a piece of motherfucking shit, why the fuck you still hangin' around!?"

There was no hesitation as Reno answered, making an angry, sharp gesture down with his hand, almost as if dismissing the sight of Gamzee and his nose. "Because I thought there was somethin' worthwhile gettin' to know in your dumb ass."

Suddenly, Gamzee laughed. His hand moved slightly downward - from covering his nose to covering his mouth as he cackled. There was absolutely nothing worthwhile about getting to know him. Oh, how wrong Reno had been. It was hilarious, actually!

"Hahahaha, you find what you were motherfuckin' looking for, brother!?"

Pressing his lips together until they were just a thin line on his face, Reno made fists, tensing up all over. "No." It was quite cold, no nonsense. Then he turned on his heel and left, leaving Gamzee with only the bucket.

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