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[messyturk]

[There's a clatter as the communicator activates, a brief darkness as a finger crosses the camera.]

Would you all shut the hell up? Some of us are trying to get dressed in peace.

[There's a view of what could be Reno's father, if it wasn't for the now faded tattoos under his eyes. Why yes, Reno is about forty now. Still a Turk though, but his

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[notwhatiwas]

[Eventually, Vincent gets out of Veld's room. He's showered and dressed and slightly less freaked out, although he is still freaking confused. Thus far he has basic information and he's trying to make sense of the rest.

This requires some recon, which requires leaving the room of the teenaged boy who may or may not be Veld Dragoon. This means when Reno prowls around deck five, Vincent comes painfully close to bumping into him as he rounds a corner.]

Oh--Oh, sorry, I--

[And then Vincent realizes what he's looking at. The color is wrong, but there's no mistaking the cut, the demeanor, and the pin in Reno's lapel. Vincent has no idea who this man is, but he knows a Turk when he sees one, and he straightens appropriately to address him.]

I'm sorry, sir! I wasn't paying attention.

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[messyturk]

[what is with people calling him 'Sir' today?!]

Valentine?

[Oh, this is fantastic... actually wait. This is fantastic, Vincent's dressed as a turk and not wearing his freaky poncho thing and his arms are the same size. Good.]

It's fine, there's more important things to pay attention to. How much are you aware of?

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[notwhatiwas]

I've been notified that we've been abducted by a man named Redd and are currently being held prisoner on some kind of very large seafaring vessel.

[Clear and concise, straight to the point. He was a good Turk, you know.]

From messages over the communicator I'm assuming we're in the middle of some kind of strange event that seems to be affecting people in varying ways. I've heard people talking about their age or height being "wrong."

[Beat. Yes, he did the pause thing even in his pre-coffin days.]

Vice Director Veld Dragoon has been...affected. Sir.

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[messyturk]

Right. There's more. There are various species and races aboard the ship that are not from Gaia. Some are dangerous but most have been predominately harmless for the past few months, there is a woman named Catpaw who is on our side.

[He gives a glance around, never too sure what's going to happen next.]

You've been affected too Valentine, but don't worry about it.

[Full disclosure is a good thing.]

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[notwhatiwas]

[Vincent takes it all and files it away, determined to keep this in mind as he moves through the ship.

Until his brain snags on the last part.]

...Don't worry about it?

[Vincent's eyebrows draw downward, eyes narrowing slightly.]

What do you mean I've been affected?

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[messyturk]

Come on, I'm making sure there's nothing that isn't supposed to be here here.

[He'll talk as he prowls Vincent, and you're welcome to tag along.]

It's only a few years, you're simply not quite as fast or strong as you were.

[Alright so it's a bit of a lie but not really... right?]

I'm a few years older than I was, it's not exactly normal for here but it's better than what has happened in the past.

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[notwhatiwas]

[Vincent hesitates, but after a step or two he does hurry after the strange black-suited Turk Director.]

...I still have no idea who you are, sir.

[And, sue him, he's curious.]

How many is a few?

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[messyturk]

My name is Reno, currently acting as... Director for whatever it's worth here.

[For whatever it was worth anyway.]

For me... maybe five years. You... I would hazard an estimate at about two years if not three based on how old you look.

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[notwhatiwas]

[So he's supposed to be...twenty-four? Maybe a little older? He never did quite manage to look his age, and he's assuming he's YOUNGER than he's supposed to be, as Reno knows who he is and he doesn't know Reno, meaning they met when...he was...older?

This is weird.]

Well, you recognized me, so I guess there's not that much of a difference...

[He squints a little in thought.]

Although you certainly sounded surprised.

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[messyturk]

You were reported as dead a short while ago.

[there's a bit of a laugh.]

Should have known better.

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[notwhatiwas]

[That didn't sound good AT ALL, but given that Vincent was clearly still very much alive, he assumed it was simply a matter of miscommunication brought to light by the madness of this ship. As a result, his only response is,]

...Oh.

[He continues to follow Reno, curious and confused, but not panicked in the least. Reno said they had a job to do, might as well get it done.]

Orders, sir? Now that I've been briefed on the situation I assume you want me working to do something for it.

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[messyturk]

I'm having you work with me for the moment. Two sets of eyes are better than one, especially when I'm not quite sure exactly what we're looking for.

[a pause as he peers around a corner. Yes he's always been this paranoid it just shows more when there's reason for it.]

Also, telling children and others that the rooms are safe if they seem to be in distress. The rest is what I told you already; the ship is the Elegante, the captain is Redd, there are various species and races aboard the ship and some may be dangerous.

There was mention of defenses being down and that's what we're looking in to. I don't want to have people harmed by anything other than their own damn stupidity.

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[notwhatiwas]

I've heard some mention of that, but the source didn't sound particularly...viable.

[Because once Vincent figured out how to use his comm, which did take a while, he was VINCENT and went around listening to all the other channels he could. Like a creeper. Or, really, a Turk. He thought old!Kate sounded a little senile, actually.]

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[messyturk]

I've just got a feeling this won't be the worst thing to happen to us, and if ax wielding maniacs show up I'm gonna be prepared. Things like this have apparently happened before and this ship's been attacked, we can't afford to take chances.

[Who you calling senile?!]