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towerofanimus2013-10-01 05:53 am
midgarhorizon) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-01 05:53 am
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Characters: Reno, (see prompts) and OPEN
Setting: Floor 38, a lounge floor
Format: Either
Summary: He'd been complacent for far too long. It was time to act, to prepare and plan and scope out opportunities.
Warnings: Language, character instability, intolerable levels of cuteness, also Reno being somewhat crude and a jackass.
Standing in front of the large windows that made up the walls of Floor 38, Reno adjusted one of the gloves that came with the uniform he had found in his trunk. The fit was perfect. The uniform, immaculate, and every snap, button, and zipper was in perfect military order. The only additions he made was the shell tied to a bright green ribbon, underneath the shirt. The familiar red and black headpiece covered his now extremely short hair- something he had taken care of at his first convenience-, masking his face in a way the bandanas alone hadn't managed. The sun was out, chasing away the dark week they had spent trapped in 5-14. For the first time in a long time, he felt like a Turk.
Waking up this morning, he could barely wait before the sleep paralysis lifted- lasting longer than he had ever endured before. It seemed to stretch on for another week before he got the feeling back in his limbs and sit up. It was like a breath of fresh air, being clean and uninjured, but instinctively he had scrambled around for the EMR on his belt and held it tightly before he could relax. There was some disorientation during those first few minutes, as well. The last thing he remembered had been intense, horrible pain, far beyond his threshold, then nothing. Dying had seemed almost a relief in retrospect, but the claustrophobia he had started feeling in 5-14 started to surge again, and he reached for his trunk to change his clothes and go somewhere a little more open.
That was when he found the uniform, stashed neatly as you please inside.
He almost yelled when he saw it, feeling the hair on the back of his head stand up. It was the mask of a Raven, one of Fuhito's own elite soldiers. Memories of pitched battles and blood flashed across his vision. Swearing creatively, mostly involving the various body parts of summoned deities, he wanted to tear it, to rip it to shreds, to burn it into ashes until there was nothing left. The Tower was playing another game on him. Reaching inside to tear the uniform up, he stretched the fabric between his palms.
Then he paused.
Staring at the uniform, he lowered it again.
An AVALANCHE uniform, huh?
The idea slowly made its way through his head, and a soft chuckle escaped. It wouldn't be the first time he went undercover... but, ironic, he would wear the uniform of the organization that had been his sworn enemies for over six years, for a sense of anonymity. It was strangely fitting, in a way. Here he was, about to initiate a rebellion of his own against those who caused so much pain and suffering; might as well look the part. He wasn't stupid enough to think the world only worked in black and white; good guys and bad guys.
A small part of him wondered what his fellow Turks would think of him now, wearing this thing. Rude would probably say he was either crazy, or a genius. It was no wonder Reno felt those two things were more hand in hand than it seemed. The line itself was very thin, and Minerva knew how many people had been in Shinra that fit the description. Including him.
He was going to settle for crazy.
Shortly after donning the black uniform, he had left notes on various name plates, leaving different times to meet him in the 38 lounge. It was going to be a busy day, he could already tell. That was why he had brought up some food from the cafeteria. He wasn't expecting to get back to the dorm room any time soon. The fuck if he let the Tower get him down. This was better than being caged. He needed to set out feelers, get a good sense of the Tower.
Reno tapped at the glass of the window, watching the reflection, feeling... strangely calm for the horror he had just gone through. The feeling wasn't unfamiliar. He'd had it many times; an after effect of similar situations he had been in. The last time... when was the last time? Oh yeah. Sector 7. It was that same calm feeling he had in the aftermath, as Midgar's entire horizon was changed forever. That time, it had ended in the deaths of thousands of innocents. This time, he hoped to save them.
Elena
This note is left fairly early in the morning, as soon as he leaves his room
E - @ 3
8
Any H
-R
Shion
This is a note stuck on either Shion, his trunk, or his bed. There's no name, but it should be pretty obvious because only Reno would leave a note on Shion himself.
S - @ 3
8
1100h
Reno figured it'd be best to give Shion some time to breathe, but he didn't expect the kid to wait to find him.
Xion
This one is stuck to Xion's name on the nameplate.
X - @ 3
8
1200h
-R
justabignobody
This note is attached to Riku's door.
Riku
Floor 38. Today. Any time you can.
Prompt 5 - Open
The other times, where he wasn't meeting with someone, Reno walked around the lounge, sometimes going to the floor above or below depending on where his feet took him, holding what looked to be a notepad (swiped from Shion, in fact), jotting down things from time to time. The headgear effectively masked his face, preventing most people from recognizing him. Should anyone walk by, though, he's more than willing to say "Hey" or otherwise engage them in conversation. Intelligence wasn't going to just come to him, after all. Good luck trying to get that visor off to see his face.
Setting: Floor 38, a lounge floor
Format: Either
Summary: He'd been complacent for far too long. It was time to act, to prepare and plan and scope out opportunities.
Warnings: Language, character instability, intolerable levels of cuteness, also Reno being somewhat crude and a jackass.
Standing in front of the large windows that made up the walls of Floor 38, Reno adjusted one of the gloves that came with the uniform he had found in his trunk. The fit was perfect. The uniform, immaculate, and every snap, button, and zipper was in perfect military order. The only additions he made was the shell tied to a bright green ribbon, underneath the shirt. The familiar red and black headpiece covered his now extremely short hair- something he had taken care of at his first convenience-, masking his face in a way the bandanas alone hadn't managed. The sun was out, chasing away the dark week they had spent trapped in 5-14. For the first time in a long time, he felt like a Turk.
Waking up this morning, he could barely wait before the sleep paralysis lifted- lasting longer than he had ever endured before. It seemed to stretch on for another week before he got the feeling back in his limbs and sit up. It was like a breath of fresh air, being clean and uninjured, but instinctively he had scrambled around for the EMR on his belt and held it tightly before he could relax. There was some disorientation during those first few minutes, as well. The last thing he remembered had been intense, horrible pain, far beyond his threshold, then nothing. Dying had seemed almost a relief in retrospect, but the claustrophobia he had started feeling in 5-14 started to surge again, and he reached for his trunk to change his clothes and go somewhere a little more open.
That was when he found the uniform, stashed neatly as you please inside.
He almost yelled when he saw it, feeling the hair on the back of his head stand up. It was the mask of a Raven, one of Fuhito's own elite soldiers. Memories of pitched battles and blood flashed across his vision. Swearing creatively, mostly involving the various body parts of summoned deities, he wanted to tear it, to rip it to shreds, to burn it into ashes until there was nothing left. The Tower was playing another game on him. Reaching inside to tear the uniform up, he stretched the fabric between his palms.
Then he paused.
Staring at the uniform, he lowered it again.
An AVALANCHE uniform, huh?
The idea slowly made its way through his head, and a soft chuckle escaped. It wouldn't be the first time he went undercover... but, ironic, he would wear the uniform of the organization that had been his sworn enemies for over six years, for a sense of anonymity. It was strangely fitting, in a way. Here he was, about to initiate a rebellion of his own against those who caused so much pain and suffering; might as well look the part. He wasn't stupid enough to think the world only worked in black and white; good guys and bad guys.
A small part of him wondered what his fellow Turks would think of him now, wearing this thing. Rude would probably say he was either crazy, or a genius. It was no wonder Reno felt those two things were more hand in hand than it seemed. The line itself was very thin, and Minerva knew how many people had been in Shinra that fit the description. Including him.
He was going to settle for crazy.
Shortly after donning the black uniform, he had left notes on various name plates, leaving different times to meet him in the 38 lounge. It was going to be a busy day, he could already tell. That was why he had brought up some food from the cafeteria. He wasn't expecting to get back to the dorm room any time soon. The fuck if he let the Tower get him down. This was better than being caged. He needed to set out feelers, get a good sense of the Tower.
Reno tapped at the glass of the window, watching the reflection, feeling... strangely calm for the horror he had just gone through. The feeling wasn't unfamiliar. He'd had it many times; an after effect of similar situations he had been in. The last time... when was the last time? Oh yeah. Sector 7. It was that same calm feeling he had in the aftermath, as Midgar's entire horizon was changed forever. That time, it had ended in the deaths of thousands of innocents. This time, he hoped to save them.
Elena
This note is left fairly early in the morning, as soon as he leaves his room
E - @ 3
8
Any H
-R
Shion
This is a note stuck on either Shion, his trunk, or his bed. There's no name, but it should be pretty obvious because only Reno would leave a note on Shion himself.
S - @ 3
8
1100h
Reno figured it'd be best to give Shion some time to breathe, but he didn't expect the kid to wait to find him.
Xion
This one is stuck to Xion's name on the nameplate.
X - @ 3
8
1200h
-R
justabignobodyThis note is attached to Riku's door.
Riku
Floor 38. Today. Any time you can.
Prompt 5 - Open
The other times, where he wasn't meeting with someone, Reno walked around the lounge, sometimes going to the floor above or below depending on where his feet took him, holding what looked to be a notepad (swiped from Shion, in fact), jotting down things from time to time. The headgear effectively masked his face, preventing most people from recognizing him. Should anyone walk by, though, he's more than willing to say "Hey" or otherwise engage them in conversation. Intelligence wasn't going to just come to him, after all. Good luck trying to get that visor off to see his face.
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Still, when Reno spoke again, Xion's grin faded in intensity a little, head tilting a bit to the side as she listened. She nearly giggled at the "man to man," - everything seemed a lot sillier and funnier right now - but when Reno said that it was important, her face falling into something more solemn; she understood. Maybe not exactly what he intended to talk to Shion about (though she had a few good guesses) but more that this wasn't a request Reno was making lightly.
"All right," she said, with a nod, turning over to look at Elena, "We could go get lunch while we wait, maybe?"
She'd already seen the menu for breakfast and was holding out the vain hope that lunch would be better. Really Ruana, Xion was sick of pumpkin from last October...
Then a thought occurred to her and she turned back to Reno quickly, "Unless there was something else you wanted to talk about first?"
They had gotten a bit sidetracked...
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"Actually, that would be fine." Her eyes turn to Xion and she's nodding, giving a little smile. "I have a few things I'd like to talk to Xion about as well. We'll grab a bite and bring you boys something up as well."
Because Elena loved pumpkin and there was no getting tired of it.
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"You two... do whatever it is girls do when they're alone. I got plans to make."
no subject
She nodded, reaching forward and hugging him briefly one more time before extricating herself a bit reluctantly. "See you soon," she said, grinning.
And with that she reached out to try to slip her hand into Elena's, turning to look at her, a questioning look in her eyes. If she was ready, Xion would follow her lead.