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Characters: Reno
Setting: The days following the evil league meeting
Format: either
Summary: Dealing with the aftermath and general "wtf reno" catch all.
Warnings: It's Reno

All around the Tower: Various places

Reno was going about his business, almost a bit too normal, though he did look confused once in a while, pausing and looking around. Of course, he was keeping his eye out for Xion to talk with her about what happened, but so far, he hadn't seen her... he wanted her to know he was all right, that nothing bad had happened, just some torture and a death. It seemed like the best thing to do, considering the circumstances.

And the fact he couldn't find her, or Elena for that matter (hadn't Ganondorf said something about a blond friend?) that had him just a bit worried. Nothing was wrong, right? They'd both escaped, so she... should have been somewhere he could find her, at least. Right?

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"It isn't as simple as that. Sometimes those kinda scars have a habit of coming back at the wrong time. I've seen it too many times to a good Turk. IF you think you can handle it, fine." Reno would have shrugged, except she was on his shoulder. "But that part of the mission's over with anyway. I've been found out... so we're stuck without being able to spy on him. Any ideas?"

"....I think this is a conversation that should be saved for another day, Reno." Her voice is a little lower, strained with conflicting thoughts and feelings. He had been the first to see them, save Tseng since he was forced to watch them be made, and she wasn't sure how she felt about his knowing the full extent of the damage. Pushing the thoughts to the side, her voice picked up again. "But, yes, I can."

"Well, using me as the new spy is out - he easily identified me as a Turk and, well, you know how the rest turned out. I'm thinking that, for now, we regroup and reassess the situation. Look over what resources we have and build a plan from there."

"Sounds like we need to get a meeting with Zelda and Gandalf." He let the other be, he'd made his point and anything more would have just been cruel. "Now, worry about something else for the moment? How about getting you fixed? I don't exactly have any mallets handy..."

"Yes, we do." Because she was more than eager to meet the pair who were supposed to be supporting his efforts and, well, weren't. "Somewhere quiet and secluded - maybe the storage room on the 40th floor?"

And she's more than thankful that he doesn't press the issue. "Ah, yes. The pressing issue of my even shorter stature. Do you have - wait, mallets? Why in the world would you need a mallet? I was thinking more of using an Esuna, if you had one."

"What? Ya never heard the legend that the only remedy for mini was being hit by a mallet?" Reno was teasing, of course, but he set off slowly, in his smooth walking gait. "I think Cloud's got an Esuna, but I haven't talked to him recently..."

Trying to fight the grin that, of course, could not be stopped, she shot him a mock-angry look. "Is that so? Must explain how you got so tall - kinda had a negative effect on your brain, though."

Teasing is good, yes. Standing on his shoulder wasn't easy, but she was at least able to use the collar of his shirt to keep upright.

"Really? I'll have to reach out to him and see. I'm sure its been a while since he had a good laugh anyway."

If he could give her a dark look, he definitely tried, but all she probably saw was him scrunching up his nose. "Nothin' wrong with my brain that wasn't wrong with I joined up with the biggest wingnuts on the eastern continent."

That wasn't saying much, unfortunately. "Maybe I should put ya down on a terminal. I could find him quicker if I feathered it. You could look over stuff on the network."

And she'll just give a short laugh at what little of his angry face she could see, rubbing his cheek lightly. "Oh shut up, you know you're not any more crazy than the rest of us. You know I'm just messing with you."

There's a little pause, a nodding of the head. "That sounds like a good idea - I know there are a lot of terminals in the library. I'll see if I can catch his attention that way while you check his normal haunts."

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"Yeah, I'll take ya down there. Shion might be around to keep an eye on you." Yes, yes he did just say a turklet would be keeping an eye on her. It was the safer option with her being this tiny-esque. "Anything else ya want me to do before I drop you down there?"

Was that a little 'harumph' sound coming from her? It was already bad enough that she had to depend on him, Shion, and Xion to get around, but to be babysat? The humiliations did not seem to ever cease. "No, its okay, we don't have to bother Shion. I doubt anything will happen while we look for Cloud." A short pause later. "I think that's it for now. Just keep yourself available for me in case something comes up."

Snort! He held back laughter at the cute way she harumphed when she was tiny. "Sure thing, but I really think ya should be with someone just in case someone else decides you're an interesting looking bug and decides to squash you." Reno was teasing again.

She's nothing but a grumpy frown, half tempted to pull on his ear as punishment. "Because we all know that bugs have blonde hair, wear a suit, and are this good looking. Besides, I sure as hell don't plan to get caught back in a glass case again. Damn thing was cramped..."

"I'd make a crack about how ya mind need to cut down on the sweets if ya can't even get into a glass case, but you'd probably stick something in my ear." This one seemed a little thin, like it was getting harder for him to be happy and teasing. "It won't happen again, I'll make sure of that."

"And you'd be smart not to. At this size, I can do quite a number of horrible things and not just to your ear."

There was no ignoring the change in his tone, the underlying strain. She had hoped to keep the mood light - this was her own doing after all - and not let him feel responsible for her mistake. When she touches his cheek again, its a soft, reassuring caress. "...I know you will. And, believe me, I'm not going to put myself in the same situation twice. So, please, don't worry so much. I am a Turk too, you know."

"It's still hard seein' ya like that, you know..." And the one time he had attempted to let her handle a situation, it'd wound up with her hanging upside down from a cliff. Secretly, he blamed himself for that, but sure as hell wasn't going to tell her that. "Thing's I heard don't really help with that."

"Could just be that your eye-sight is going, old man."

Its a quick jab, an instinctual response to make jokes in a serious situation, and she instantly regrets it. Hands move off the skin of his cheek to hold back onto shirt collar, frowning a little.

"...Sorry. Bad habit. Its not exactly easy being like this either - I feel a little...useless. But, given the man and the Tower, I have a feeling I got off pretty lucky."

And for the first time since being mini-ized, she's thankful for her small-size. Its obvious what he was alluding to, and the just the thought of the icy caverns of the north and the ethereal glow of the forest was enough to make her entire body shudder. If she was lucky, he would have thought she was either trying to maintain balance or missed the reaction entirely. It takes her a few moments to trust that she doesn't sound wounded before she speaks.

"All depends on what you heard and from whom. But the fact is that I'm still here, which means I can manage to survive despite the situation."

"Yeah, but do that again and I'll put ya back in your ball thing." He was Not Amused, to say the least, and not inclined to just... brush it off. "I'm under a lot of stress, I don't need digs at my age... which is still twenty-something, just in case ya forgot."

He sighed, deep enough to shift just so that it'd be hard maintaining balance. "I don't want to talk about it anymore."

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