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towerofanimus2013-09-02 11:00 am
midgarhorizon) wrote in towerofanimus2013-09-02 11:00 am
With a thousand lies and a good disguise
Characters: Reno, and any and open!
Setting: Beginning in 1-04 ROOMIES BOTHER HIM, Cafeteria, then the Meadow
Format: Honestly whatever you prefer.
Summary: Reno has been gone six months. The entire Tower has changed. Also, he is wearing the jumpsuit and a bedsheet because SOMEONE TOOK HIS CLOTHES, so characters may not recognize him.
Warnings: Well there might be some cursing... some tearful reunions...
1-04
Coming to consciousness was a sudden affair, sitting up so suddenly it almost cracked his back. No... Not here again, not again...
Not wearing this ridiculous jumpsuit again.
That was when he noticed the orientation of the room and his bed was all wrong... wait, what the hell? This wasn't 2-12. And he was wearing the jumpsuit... muffling a curse, he slammed his fist into the bed, cursing his luck that he'd gotten free of Hell Tower only to get pulled back.
He'd escaped... no horrors, no having to watch the people you care about being tortured... maybe it was selfish, but he didn't think he could take being here again. Especially if... no, they would be here. Had to be here.
Quickly, he jumped off the bed and checked his trunk, only to find it- empty? Empty. Cursing again, he yanked the blanket off his bed and pulled the sheet off to wrap himself in it, leaving an ample hood around his face. The last thing he wanted right now was someone to recognize him and know he was back in the Tower while he was scouting out for clothes.
There was no knowing who else was still in the Tower, after all.
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Cafeteria
It was a hooded figure dressed in white that snuck out of the elevator, and was it just his imagination or did it take a lot longer than it used to? He would explore later, right now it was probably a good idea to get that damn oatmeal and find some place to hide and think before he faced the Tower again.
Grumbling under his breath, he grabbed a bowl of the stuff and started to head for the staircase again. Then he paused, and went back. Was that beer?
---
Meadow
Still no sign of clothing he could steal, but it seemed to get less important the longer he was here. It wasn't hard trudging up the staircase to the Meadow. He'd done it many times before, and was well versed in avoiding the hazards along the way, even on auto-pilot.
There was this overwhelming, smothering feeling that the Tower had shifted somehow while he was gone. Things looked right, but they didn't feel right, if anything could feel right.
He sat down in the flowers here, holding some wine he had taken from the Cafeteria, wondering when they had started serving alcohol there.
Being in the meadow reminded him... oh, Shiva. Elena... Elena. How long had it been? Weeks? Years? She'd been all alone... Would she even be here?
Somewhere along the way, he had stopped thinking, started forgetting. The wedding; Ruana, and Zo...
Ganondorf's party crashing, the way Elena looked walking along the aisle, Axel, Shion, and Xion.
He needed that drink more than ever.
Setting: Beginning in 1-04 ROOMIES BOTHER HIM, Cafeteria, then the Meadow
Format: Honestly whatever you prefer.
Summary: Reno has been gone six months. The entire Tower has changed. Also, he is wearing the jumpsuit and a bedsheet because SOMEONE TOOK HIS CLOTHES, so characters may not recognize him.
Warnings: Well there might be some cursing... some tearful reunions...
1-04
Coming to consciousness was a sudden affair, sitting up so suddenly it almost cracked his back. No... Not here again, not again...
Not wearing this ridiculous jumpsuit again.
That was when he noticed the orientation of the room and his bed was all wrong... wait, what the hell? This wasn't 2-12. And he was wearing the jumpsuit... muffling a curse, he slammed his fist into the bed, cursing his luck that he'd gotten free of Hell Tower only to get pulled back.
He'd escaped... no horrors, no having to watch the people you care about being tortured... maybe it was selfish, but he didn't think he could take being here again. Especially if... no, they would be here. Had to be here.
Quickly, he jumped off the bed and checked his trunk, only to find it- empty? Empty. Cursing again, he yanked the blanket off his bed and pulled the sheet off to wrap himself in it, leaving an ample hood around his face. The last thing he wanted right now was someone to recognize him and know he was back in the Tower while he was scouting out for clothes.
There was no knowing who else was still in the Tower, after all.
---
Cafeteria
It was a hooded figure dressed in white that snuck out of the elevator, and was it just his imagination or did it take a lot longer than it used to? He would explore later, right now it was probably a good idea to get that damn oatmeal and find some place to hide and think before he faced the Tower again.
Grumbling under his breath, he grabbed a bowl of the stuff and started to head for the staircase again. Then he paused, and went back. Was that beer?
---
Meadow
Still no sign of clothing he could steal, but it seemed to get less important the longer he was here. It wasn't hard trudging up the staircase to the Meadow. He'd done it many times before, and was well versed in avoiding the hazards along the way, even on auto-pilot.
There was this overwhelming, smothering feeling that the Tower had shifted somehow while he was gone. Things looked right, but they didn't feel right, if anything could feel right.
He sat down in the flowers here, holding some wine he had taken from the Cafeteria, wondering when they had started serving alcohol there.
Being in the meadow reminded him... oh, Shiva. Elena... Elena. How long had it been? Weeks? Years? She'd been all alone... Would she even be here?
Somewhere along the way, he had stopped thinking, started forgetting. The wedding; Ruana, and Zo...
Ganondorf's party crashing, the way Elena looked walking along the aisle, Axel, Shion, and Xion.
He needed that drink more than ever.
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"All right... I'm gonna let you guys to keep doing that for a while, and promise me ya don't tell anyone else I'm here. I need some time and I don't want Ganondorf finding out I'm back." He wasn't even going to ask if the Gerudo king was still here; it was his kind of luck that the jerk would be.
It was a good strategy, at least, and he trusted them to keep quiet, because they were turks.
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"Got it," she said firmly, her head moving up and down in a faintly jerky nod.
She wasn't going to give Ganon so much as a hint that Reno was back. The fact that she refused to stay in the same room as the Gerudo for longer than it took to leave it helped in that regard, at least.
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"Um... do you want your clothes back? I have a bunch of your things... the retrieval units dumped them all in my trunk when you left." Some of them had later disappeared with Elena, but he still had a lot.
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Though at the earliest possible convenience he'd take them down to the workshop and see about getting them fitted out. There was more to being a turk than getting a pin, after all.
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At last, she turned back to him.
"We can help with that, if you want," she murmured, quietly, "We've found out a lot... and how much there still is to find out."
Because before... they'd never really had a chance. Because they hadn't really had any clue.
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"We can fill you in, but it will take time, and you might want to be sat down..."
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Taking a quick breath, he nodded. "You two keep on like nothing's happened. I'm gonna scout around the Tower, see what I can learn while nobody realizes I'm here. I'm in 1-04 now."