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Who: Reno (riotinstereo), Yazoo (velveteen_shaft)
What: All bad plans have to start somewhere.
Where: That dusty bar Reno's been having an affair with.
When: Backdated just a bit.

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As it turned out, he didn't even need to look up to feel the Remnant standing in front of him; just as soon as he'd gotten comfortable. Yazoo had his quirks, but he never kept him waiting long. Which meant he had nothing better to do. Even if some things changed, it seemed that Reno was still the only source of entertainment he had. That was one reputation he would have been glad to get rid of.

"I'm off the clock," Reno replied, not without his usual amount of mocking irony. "And believe me, if they heard about this, that'd be the last thing on their minds."

Not that Tseng wasn't already aware of how much time he spent speaking with the bothers. It hadn't been intentional, really. Most of the population from Gaia had disappeared by then, so it might have simply been that he stuck to what he knew. Then there was that shared sense of cynicism that Reno could appreciate. It was always worse for them. At least the Turk could look forward to being alive if and when they ever found the key to get back.

Although that was what he was promising Yazoo. The way he saw it, he had nothing to lose by trusting him. A year ago, if Reno had met with a Remnant, he never would have thought he'd go along with any plan of his. Now he figured he'd be able to convince him after a nice long chat.

He stood up straight after he spoke, frowning when they didn't come eye to eye even when he wasn't slouching. "How about we go around back."

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"The incident?" Reno snorted, like the Remnants had simply made a mistake when they tortured Tseng and Elena to get to whatever scraps of Jenova were left over. Considering the two of them were the only Turks left in the city, he wasn't counting on them giving a lot of support for his plan. "I wouldn't count on it."

Thinking back to how he felt then and what he was doing now, he shook his head and bent to pick up the bottle he'd left on the ground. He wanted cooperation, and while Reno was the more open minded one of the three of them, he wouldn't blame them if they thought of him as a traitor for even coming up with it. Then again, they hadn't fired him yet, and it'd been pretty obvious how often he was in contact with Yazoo and Kadaj. One of them had to do it.

They'd come around eventually, he decided. Tseng was reasonable, and Yazoo was a lot less unpredictable than his brother. And since that time, the two of them had come to some kind of mutual respect, if not understanding. No reason why they couldn't take advantage of it.

He almost smiled at Yazoo's comment. Seedy was in his job description. The Remnant was already starting to walk away before he could make that remark, and Reno followed, turning into the nearest alley they came to. Hiding in back of the shop was a precaution he probably didn't need to take. Half of his reasoning was to keep from being interrupted, and the other half to keep from being seen, but he didn't think anyone would bother. Most of the city seemed to keep to themselves these days.

No reason to drag it out.

"I need to get something." That was nice and vague. The Turk leaned his back against the brick wall, finally meeting Yazoo's eyes. "To put it simply, I've got a deal with one of the natives. If she gets it, she'll help us home. That's what you're going to help me with."

I'm sorry bb /attaches to face

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Reno could have predicted what Yazoo would tell him, and his mood that always seemed to be on its way south picked up speed as he listened. The gray area Reno formed their relationship around hadn't been an easy process; it didn't help matters that Yazoo constantly threw it back in his face. He narrowed his eyes and scowled, more at himself than the Remnant, but he doubted the other could tell the difference.

"I'm not saying I couldn't do it myself," Reno muttered, but with a pointed stare that was just daring for a challenge. "The problem is that I don't have the resources here to do it my way. Even for me, it'd be too much of a risk for something like this."

That sounded convincing, and it conveniently danced around the fact that he wouldn't have a chance fighting a member of SOLDIER. Reno had seen the battlefield after they took Zack down, and he sure as hell didn't have an army he could call up to face him if it came to that. With any luck, they wouldn't need to, but from what he understood the Remnants had more of Jenova's cells in them than what SOLDIER was exposed to. In theory, that should level the playing field.

The forgotten bottle in his hand shifted, and his posture fell into something more casual; if it took a while to convince him, he might as well be comfortable. "And I told you, that's not part of the plan. You won't be dead if it works."

While he talked, he watched Yazoo's reactions and silently gauged his interest. Yazoo didn't have to believe him, in fact it'd be a pretty damn big leap of faith if he agreed to it right away. Yet somehow, looking at him, he could tell that he wanted to. Nobody liked being trapped, and Yazoo had been there nearly as long as Reno had. The Turk couldn't be the only one getting desperate. "Zack comes from a few years in the past. I just so happened to know him back then. If we sent him to his time, he could find me easily. Then all he'd need to do was tip me off and change that one bit of history when we came to it."

If he can get to me in time.

Reno met Yazoo's eyes as a sneer drew up his lip. "You don't have many other options. This is Purgatory. If you want to stay here, be my guest, but I'm sick of it. I'm getting out." One way or another.

Then there was that matter of getting Zack to give away what he wanted, but they'd get to that. "Zack has a sword on him. I need it from him. That's all." With something that was more of a shrug than an offering, Reno held out the bottle as if it were the equivalent of signing on a dotted line. "We've got nothing to lose, do we?"