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Who: Reno (riotinstereo) and Hojo (agrise)
What: Discussing things. And let's rack up some more favors while we're at it.
Where: In the city streets.
When: Backdated slightly: After this.
It was amazing how much destruction could be caused by one man. After all this time, Reno could still be impressed by what willpower and a lack of morale boundaries could accomplish.
A musk of unsettled debris and burning gasoline hung thick in the air as he surveyed the city. The buildings around him were in various phases of ruin, some half demolished and some already reduced to rubble. He had followed the wake of the explosions in the hope that those still out for a fight had moved to more level ground. Despite recent history, Reno wasn't anxious to add himself to the death toll.
Not a good week. His abdomen burned with a stabbing pain from the wound he'd taken the last time the place had decided to fuck with him. The constant reminder of how easily he'd lost his sanity and teamed up with the remnant turned his blood cold. It wasn't until he felt his shirt wet against his skin that he realized he'd ripped some of the stitches that were holding his insides in place.
In hindsight, it might have been a bad idea to leave Rufus in the forest to kick around the wreckage, but he'd needed the break. Whether they could afford to give him one or not, if he didn't have time to heal, he'd be taking a permanent one. Adrenaline had kept him going, but now that the immediate threat was over, the exhaustion of the past few days was catching up to him. The way Reno's luck was going; he'd pass out in the middle of the street before he made it back. He groaned and tried to rub the dark corners out of his vision. Just as he pulled out his communicator to call for help, he saw him.
There among a pile of fallen rocks, he found Sasuke.
He glared at the corpse as he sent out the message. Just the pick-me-up he needed. From the looks of it, Sasuke had been caught in one of the explosions. They'd been given enough of a warning to clear the area, so he assumed the kid had been trying to stop it. Either that or he'd been fighting someone else and lost. It figured he'd find such a useless way to die. It wasn't the Turk's responsibility to look after him; he should have seen it coming with how eager he'd been to make enemies. "Nice going, kid."
Asking Hojo to make a house call was a last resort, but he was out of options. As disturbed as Reno had been over some of the experiments he'd conducted over the years, the professor knew how to piece someone together. After he'd taken care of him the last time, he was surprised at what he'd been able to do without the use of materia or more than basic medical supplies. Reno was still lightheaded from the blood loss, but he'd been functioning well considering how close he came to dying just a few days ago.
After the call, Reno collapsed on the sidewalk and propped himself up against a piece of shattered wall. Part of him wanted to take a nap before Hojo showed up, but sleeping next to a corpse seemed a little too morbid. Instead he tried to focus on anything other than what was right in front of him and waited.
What: Discussing things. And let's rack up some more favors while we're at it.
Where: In the city streets.
When: Backdated slightly: After this.
It was amazing how much destruction could be caused by one man. After all this time, Reno could still be impressed by what willpower and a lack of morale boundaries could accomplish.
A musk of unsettled debris and burning gasoline hung thick in the air as he surveyed the city. The buildings around him were in various phases of ruin, some half demolished and some already reduced to rubble. He had followed the wake of the explosions in the hope that those still out for a fight had moved to more level ground. Despite recent history, Reno wasn't anxious to add himself to the death toll.
Not a good week. His abdomen burned with a stabbing pain from the wound he'd taken the last time the place had decided to fuck with him. The constant reminder of how easily he'd lost his sanity and teamed up with the remnant turned his blood cold. It wasn't until he felt his shirt wet against his skin that he realized he'd ripped some of the stitches that were holding his insides in place.
In hindsight, it might have been a bad idea to leave Rufus in the forest to kick around the wreckage, but he'd needed the break. Whether they could afford to give him one or not, if he didn't have time to heal, he'd be taking a permanent one. Adrenaline had kept him going, but now that the immediate threat was over, the exhaustion of the past few days was catching up to him. The way Reno's luck was going; he'd pass out in the middle of the street before he made it back. He groaned and tried to rub the dark corners out of his vision. Just as he pulled out his communicator to call for help, he saw him.
There among a pile of fallen rocks, he found Sasuke.
He glared at the corpse as he sent out the message. Just the pick-me-up he needed. From the looks of it, Sasuke had been caught in one of the explosions. They'd been given enough of a warning to clear the area, so he assumed the kid had been trying to stop it. Either that or he'd been fighting someone else and lost. It figured he'd find such a useless way to die. It wasn't the Turk's responsibility to look after him; he should have seen it coming with how eager he'd been to make enemies. "Nice going, kid."
Asking Hojo to make a house call was a last resort, but he was out of options. As disturbed as Reno had been over some of the experiments he'd conducted over the years, the professor knew how to piece someone together. After he'd taken care of him the last time, he was surprised at what he'd been able to do without the use of materia or more than basic medical supplies. Reno was still lightheaded from the blood loss, but he'd been functioning well considering how close he came to dying just a few days ago.
After the call, Reno collapsed on the sidewalk and propped himself up against a piece of shattered wall. Part of him wanted to take a nap before Hojo showed up, but sleeping next to a corpse seemed a little too morbid. Instead he tried to focus on anything other than what was right in front of him and waited.