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Re: Reno part 3

[redheadturkey]

Weapon(s)/Materia/Limits:Powers, special abilities: An electricty based limit break that gives speed and agility boosts.

Materia and Equipment: Weapon: EMR

Armor: Wizard Bracelet

Accessory:Ribbon, counters all status effects

Anything else?:A pair of knives carried in his boots.
Third-Person (Log) Sample:Sometimes Reno just didn't understand why he didn't do something else for a living. .. perhaps something a little more safe? As he hung from the strut of the helicopter, crimson droplets falling like rain drops down onto the plate below, the question came to his mind again, but with the wind whipping through his scarlet locks, he had his answer. It was the adrenaline. The whistling of the wind as he looked down about took Reno's breath away, He and heights did not have the best of relationships anyway, and hanging onto the strut of a helicopter in mid air waiting for someone to help him up only excerbated that phobia to a great degree, not that he was about to admit that. He winced as Tseng finally got up out of his seat and grabbed the dislocated arm to haul him up into the chopper."Gods be DAMNED, fuck, Tseng, couldn't ya at least have grabbed the arm that AIN'T hangin' loose?" The complaint was of course one that he knew Tseng would completely have expected, after all this was RENO he was dealing with. It was when he WASN'T complaining that one really had to worry, because the only times Reno ever really shut up were when he was asleep, unconscious, severely emotionally troubled, or dead. Even though right now his ribs ached as if he'd been beaten with a bludgeon, and he was choking on his own blood at the moment, the adrenaline rush had him grinning like a loon. The cooling wash of a third level Cure spell eased the pain to some extent, forcing Reno to turn his head to Tseng and utter a quiet thank you. which was something he probably should have expected.

As the injuries were counted up, Reno gave a soft mutter of frustration. A punctured lung from the Braver Cloud had pulled off just before the chopper had swung around to pick him up, a dislocated shoulder from taking his full weight on the joint as he'd leapt from the plate to get aboard, as well as multiple cuts and bruises from Tifa's fists and a bullet in his leg from Barret's last minute desperation shots. He'd be out for at least two weeks, probably closer to a month. "Well at least I ain't dead." he murmured, only to quirk a brow at the expression from Rude.

"What? It ain't like this is the first time I been hurt? Stop mother hennin' for fuck's sake. I'll be fine, just need a little bitta time." He completely had faith in that much. Reno was, and always had been, a survivor.

First-Person Sample:I really don't know how I manage to get myself into these situations. All I came here for was a damn drink, just one fuckin' shot of something strong before I went back to my own overly fucking quiet apartment to TRY to get some sort of rest that doesn't involve a trip down memory lane.

Somehow, I ended up on the frankly quite filthy floor of this fucking club instead bleeding in more places than I thought I even possessed, leaving me to wonder what the FUCK God I pissed off in order to deserve this. Ah well, Rude'll be here soon, he'll get me home, get my ass patched up. I have no idea how the Hell he puts up with me, but he does, and I owe him more than I could ever tell him for that. More than I ever WOULD tell him, even. Vision's goin' dark, I sure as Hell hope he gets here soon.

Re: Reno part 3

[caligogreywings]

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