towerofanimus | (no subject)

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Characters: Reno, open
Setting: Directly after this
Format: Prose
Summary: After Sephiroth showed up on the wedding post, Reno wants to kill something
Warnings: Pissed off turk

Clenching his fists, he slammed them down on the console, not really enough to hurt it but enough to cause pain. It helped clear his head a bit, and he angrily pushed off and away from the terminal.

He needed to do something, though, and he went back to his room to grab his makeshift poncho and started to head down to the gymnasium. That track, even in the cold, was sounding mighty lonely. It needed someone to run on it.

After a terrifying moment almost falling into Floor 46, he made it mostly unscathed and didn't bother to warm up. He dumped a bottle of water at the starting point, and set off, running around the track as if his life depended on going the fastest he could.

If anyone looked, they might notice that occasionally, he performed different moves. A few jumps into the air, some tumbles ending a slamming kick into the ground. Once or twice, he did a few roundhouse kicks without breaking stride. So much energy bound up in these moves, it was hard not sense the emotions coming off of him.

It wasn't just Sephiroth, it was everything that had happened over the last few months, but most of all it was something that should have been a happy thing, something positive in the hell tower wasn't anymore. All of the physical effort wasn't helping, and he was having second thoughts about asking in the first place.

It was just going to make them more miserable. He had been stupid to think that they could make this a home, or get a tiny bit of... something that wasn't terror, agony, or heartbreak.

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The gymnasium was an interesting place to Catarina. Controlled space to exercise and tumble? Certainly nice, and something to use in a place such as this. And the one she saw, the aggression shown being worked out- she smiled, the idea of how the aggression could be used in other ways slipping through her head. She had fed recently, well, but that didn't mean she didn't enjoy working out anger in multiple ways.

So she came near him, making sure to be in his line of sight before inclining her head, offering her fists as a target.

The Turk was too focused, moving too fast to notice her at first. Once around the track, and he noticed there was movement and a shadow. Another half lap and he started to slow down, finally stopping when he got near.

At first, he was confused. Her stance indicated she wanted to fight, but he didn't remember doing anything to her... "Haven't seen you in a while."

"Been busy," she purred. "Meeting new people, getting to know old. You look tense... like you need some aggression to work off."

She couldn't help the sexual purr, but she did indicate that there were options.

That just made him more confused, and he tilted his head. It was irritating a bit, and that just made him sound even more gruff when he answered. "I can handle it myself. Wouldn't want ya to get hurt."

She laughed, deep and rich. "As can I. It does take much to injure me past something I cannot heal easily." Unless he had a holy weapon, but he didn't seem the type. "I'm interested in you. Unless you wish to let it out in a more enjoyable manner...?" She knew the answer. She just couldn't help herself.

She was hitting a nerve now, leading back to Elena and the question he was certain now he shouldn't have asked. It didn't help.
He squeezed his hands into fists and turned away, shaking a bit. "The hell would ya be interested in me, for."

"You interest me. You're... attractive in some right. Different. And why wouldn't I, hm?" She moved closer, hips swaying.

What?! Some right... he sputtered and turned back, growling out, "Look, sis, I don't need someone coming up here and insulting me. I already got enough crap to deal with and people that want to kill me."

"I wasn't insulting you. I do find you interesting and attractive for a human."

For a human. He slapped both hands over his forehead and started walking away, along the track. Too many emotions were coursing, maybe what he needed was something else. Quiet? No... he would just start mulling on things.

Maybe what made him so angry was that he was tempted by her offer. But that isn't fair to Elena.

"Just... just leave me alone."

"But that isn't what you need right now, is it." Her voice was calm, words simple.

"It's none of your business." The outburst was enough to shake eardrums if they were too close to him, and it seemed like the shadow at his feet moved in an extremely unnatural way.

The tension across his shoulders was at a maximum. He couldn't take it any more.

"Ah." Her voice slipped out in a moan, her eyes lidding in excitement. "Where did you get such powers...?"

This is getting ridiculous. Reno snorted, and stomped away. He grabbed his water bottle off the floor and headed toward the staircase.

"Forget it!"

Oh no you don't. Catarina followed, fascinated. "Where? Those are not human powers... How?"

She was still following him... he couldn't help but be a little bit impressed at her sheer stubbornness.

"I'm not going to talk about it."

How was he going to get away at this rate?

"You have powers I've not seen on humans, even those where half the parentage is not. Are you truly human?" She was excited- and wary. If he wasn't human... that could easily mean she could be hurt, given her own heritage.

The last thing he needed today was someone questioning whether or not he was human. The very last thing.

He dropped his gear and whirled around to face her. And then just... stopped. What was he going to do? Hurt her? Kill her? He had already done that enough.

Instead he just looked sad.

Catarina shifted her stance defensively when he turned to face her, then blinked at his face. Sad...? Why did he look...?

Oh.

"... you are not like me, are you?" Her voice was soft, almost sympathizing. "It would be horrible if you were."

"Look, lady, I don't even know what you are." He growled, the brief moment fading back into anger. "I got enough to deal with right now."

Sephiroth wasn't human. Ganondorf wasn't human. The thought he was getting more like them... sort of terrified him.

"... then hit me. If you are not like me, well. You will see."

She just wanted to scratch another itch damnit.

Oh, he would hit her. Letting it all out seemed like his only option now. His only method of revenge for sending him into another canyon. Coming closer, he lashed out with a kick, lightning-fast.

To which she caught, smiling at him. Her hand tightened on his leg, allowing a hint of her demonic strength.

"Is that all?"

You gotta be kidding me.

...She knew about it anyway. Why not?

Something dark moved behind her, and a shadow-hand reached up to try and grab one of her ankles.

Some day she would learn not to open her big mouth when she knew about the abilities of the other.

Some day.

But today was a day she gripped his leg harder, her face turning to stone. "A fight, my dear flame hair."

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so sorry he's in a terrible mood D:

Don't blame him

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laksdjfasd lmao

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