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"The hell'd I tell y'before--."

While he's gettin' comfortable with the next lit cigarette?

Think back, 'Laney. Think back long n'think back hard. If y'guessed somethin' along the line of: you're too goddamn emotional or you're a goddamn Turk so show some fuckin' pride-- that's right. You're pretty good~.

C'mon. Don't hold out on him now. The whole still-a-rookie thing is ridin' on this!

"No…but you’re still not allowed to die. Because I ain’t picking up the extra paperwork."

Turk indeed; keep those emotions in check.

Yea right, that was a battle in it’s own for the blonde.

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Y'know, he met one once. Didn't have the wings- he'd still woulda done her, though.

Thinkin' back on it now half tiltin' in that same damn chair that always gets his ass goin' halfway numb- he'd totally still woulda done her, hell yeah!

That a file comin' this way? Save it, know he never goes over pre-mission details. Outline, buncha babblebabble bullshit. He regards it with the teasin' flick of a lighter. Put that shit jus' a lil' bit closer.. .

SNAP!

Shut. Not actually gonna fry it. Bossman'll seriously cream him for that worthless stack and dock the next paycheck. Heh. .. n'we don't want that, do we. No siree. Reno's a good worker, don'tcha know.

All he's gotta know is what he's gotta do- and what he does? Does it damn well.

"What's the kick? Y'gonna cover me?"

Fingertips roll over paper, crimson eyes stare at the black and white monstrosities before her. Brain’s cataloging away, remembering, filing away, organizing like clock work. Its easy, its simple; second nature just like existing. 

Oh look; paired up with the redhead himself on a sniper mission. Never in the field — too worried about her precious little psyche. Damn it all, no action or play makes Remnant rusty and they can’t afford that. 

That damn smirk. It gets her in trouble; it distracts her from work. She snorts, handing him their file for their next assignment. 

"You’re no angel, Reno." 

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via bloodiedrequiem: "Good. I expect your reports on my desk by tomorrow morning. Good day, Reno."

"Yeah, yeah—."

.. … whoops? Forgot all ‘bout those. Pretty sure they’re gettin’ real intimate with the nearest paper shredder. Uh, uh—

Would’ya jus' lookit the time. Shift’s up! GUESS HIS REPORTS ARE GONNA HAVE’TA WAIT!

C’ya, boss!

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Two years already. Seems a lot longer than that. What a nightmare, huh? The world was nearly obliterated, and we were the obliterators. Seriously, though – how are we ever supposed to atone for that?

Reno (via ffviifan)

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via bloodiedrequiem: It was obvious, at least to a trained eye, that Rufus was lying through his teeth. He smiled at the Turk and his shoulders soon relaxed, his eyes warming, but only slightly. He shook his head. "Everyone did," he said simply, holding out a news article of Reno's 'death.' His eyes turned cold for a moment as his voice became threatening, something that could make a weak soul flinch. "/Don't/ ever do that to me again. Understood?"

Oh, yessir. Whatever, sir. Anythin' y'say, sir. --they done this shit up pretty good, huh? Wonder how many under-the-plate slummers bought their cake that night and fuckin' ate it, too.

That's an affirmative. Always playin' shit cool.

"G-ooootc'ha, boss."

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via bloodiedrequiem: "Perhaps, perhaps not. Rude is fully capable of taking your position, and Elena? Well, she has improved nicely. Perhaps I only need three Turks after all. Just consider this next time you saunter off into the sunset."

Saunter off into the sunset?

Yeah, he fuckin’ wished. Think takin’ one beneath the chin is easy, be his guest. Oh heeey, how’s Rude?! Best baldy of baldy’s, he still hidin’ those glasses in places these hands are probably never gonna be bold ‘nough to go? …n’Laney? Rookie’s all grown up- gettin’ promoted without him?! Shiiiiiit.

..and no headline- no highlight of his supposed death.

"Looks like I missed the memo—.”

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via bloodiedrequiem: "And here I thought I'd have to get a new second in command. You owe me a drink. Idiot."

C'mon, boss. Six months ain't that long- pssh.

"Y'wouldn't~."

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-- 'Yo, it's Reno. You know the drill.' [ beep ]

-- "..." a second to register the voicemail. "Oh. Hey." dead air while she hastily arranges words. "Swing by the old haunt sometime, why don't you? We've got a few new brews that need trying out." more silence, not even background noise. the bar must be empty. "Just drop by whenever. See you soon." [ click ]

End of Message.

[ You have zero unheard messages ]

So she's picked up the phone, gave a call and rung straight to his voicemail. That's twice now, Lockhart. How convenient. 

Way to get 'em with interest. Clever, girly. Real clever. Clock mighta just struck two by the time he rolls in. Somethin's gotta be up, though. Hell-- where's all the drunken men? The women with mascara runnin' down their tear streaked cheeks melted 'cause they followed their 'oh so devoted' husband here n'caught him feelin' up a pair o'tits that ain't theirs?

Finders keepers, yo. S'how shit always goes. Never seen the Heaven so damn empty--.

".. .Tifa?"

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Two years already. Seems a lot longer than that. What a nightmare, huh?

The world was nearly obliterated, and we were the obliterators.

Seriously, though – how are we ever supposed

to atone for that?

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If you think you’ve won, you never saw me change the game that we have been playing.

Chris Cornell, You Know My Name (via ladyaurora)

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His day's always go a lil' bit somethin' like this-

There's the usual- clock in, sit your ass down, "file" reports; mission status: pending, where's his fuckin' cup of coffee? Secretary's ain't shit. Ten 'til ten, pre-mission briefing, dispatch, ass kickin'.

Rinse, forget the blood on your hands, it'll be back. Repeat.

Yep.

'nother day, 'nother slum baby-momma rollin' in her hot bottom dollar.

Who, now~?

"Me? Couldn't be."

Punch in, grab the files and sits herself down. So mundane; nothing new. 

"Yeah; Oh how I wonder who?" she tosses those red eyes his way, smirking a little. 

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Yo-- check it.

If Rude is still Rude and he's really Rude, then who's..really really Rude? Rude or the really Rude one bein' Rude?

Oh, look. Totally got'cha there.

Score one for Reno of the Turks, scratch that for Aerith. Still a cute lil' flower girl, ain'tcha~. Pretty looks can sell; but nothin' buys freedom.

In conclusion? He's there- a whole half-step from trampling wooden floorboards there. Best watch those flowers if he was you.

Her? Snubbed. Stumped. There's nowhere left to run Shin-Ra hasn't chased the last Ancient before. Guess what? Here's the gleam in this Turk's eyes. It's sick, almost sinister- the motherfuckin' kicker. Whole church has been hotwired, see. That lil' metallic hummingbird device dangling in his hand means time's a-countin'. Tick, tick tock; girly you're on the clock~!

"Almost up. Better run.. !"

Capture The Ancient, Right Now or ...?

Just me and you?

Still squinting her green orb sharply, she denoted herself was not that naive to detect of course there’s no other Turk but him.

She kept wary as she really didn’t acquainted with the red-haired Turk before and his smirk hide what he actually plan. But, she felt there’s no intimidation. Beside the boss, the other one looked nice to her was a bald-headed man with black glasses. She remembered he had ever bought her flower for giving it to his girlfriend, named Chelsea.

And as he stepped closer, she just noticed his feet finally tread to the wooden floor then talked to him again..

"Rude is nice and you’re still rude," she repeated still with high tone. "Even one Turk I know didn’t step on the flower when he was here to help me evade some strange men you called terrorist." 

Nah, she didn’t consider if today they’re out of job or not.

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Y-eaaah. Shoulda been clocked in some few hours ago, Rem. Oh, shit. Wait- what.

"Wonder who!"

 "—Someone let me sleep way too long.." 

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"We ain't that weak."

TURK, 'laney.

Don'tcha ever forget who you are. He sure as hell didn't.

"You’re not allowed to die…" Who would boss me around…

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"Y'don't say~."

turklight started following you

"You look like someone I know."