Of Turks and trains... [active]
Characters: Reno, Tseng, and eventually Rafael
Content: Reno and Tseng head off to meet up with Raffy on the rain to drag him to the Central Station. Pickpocketing and general Reno and Tseng behaviors.
Setting: On the train nearly to Vanaheim from Joutenheim.
Time: Morning... ish.
Warnings: Eventual Nobody violences? I dunno. Tseng being scary.
Well it's not everyday you're ordered to steal... But Reno took his days as a Turk with stride. He'd killed people with his bare hands before as one, and really this wasn't something that insane. He strolled casually throughout the entire train, face with a cool expression that kept himself less noticed that he expected. People were afraid, and when they noticed that he'd touched them, they merely passed it off when he said 'excuse me' and went back to their conversation of the white creatures or being traumatized.
His steps were startling to jingle a little now with all the objects he'd collected in no time at all, the look across his face calm still but the glint in blue eyes up to something. Good thing they were half-lidded the entire time he went through that train. He'd gotten into everyone's pockets that he could, and was finding a surprising variety of currency.
Of course, this wasn't his worry really. If Paixao took that much currency exchange, well then. They'd be just fine.
Until that was Reno's wrist was caught in a rather ragged looking man's big, fat fist. Well, things had been going smoothly until that point. He grinned sheepishly, his hand halfway in the man's pocket. "Well hi there. Sorry about that, yo." He straightened and moved to pull his hand out, but wasn't released with the death glare evident. Reno wasn't sure how he was caught, he was the best pickpocket that ever could've existed in Midgar. He turned a blue eye in Tseng's direction, quirking his brows up hopefully.
Content: Reno and Tseng head off to meet up with Raffy on the rain to drag him to the Central Station. Pickpocketing and general Reno and Tseng behaviors.
Setting: On the train nearly to Vanaheim from Joutenheim.
Time: Morning... ish.
Warnings: Eventual Nobody violences? I dunno. Tseng being scary.
Well it's not everyday you're ordered to steal... But Reno took his days as a Turk with stride. He'd killed people with his bare hands before as one, and really this wasn't something that insane. He strolled casually throughout the entire train, face with a cool expression that kept himself less noticed that he expected. People were afraid, and when they noticed that he'd touched them, they merely passed it off when he said 'excuse me' and went back to their conversation of the white creatures or being traumatized.
His steps were startling to jingle a little now with all the objects he'd collected in no time at all, the look across his face calm still but the glint in blue eyes up to something. Good thing they were half-lidded the entire time he went through that train. He'd gotten into everyone's pockets that he could, and was finding a surprising variety of currency.
Of course, this wasn't his worry really. If Paixao took that much currency exchange, well then. They'd be just fine.
Until that was Reno's wrist was caught in a rather ragged looking man's big, fat fist. Well, things had been going smoothly until that point. He grinned sheepishly, his hand halfway in the man's pocket. "Well hi there. Sorry about that, yo." He straightened and moved to pull his hand out, but wasn't released with the death glare evident. Reno wasn't sure how he was caught, he was the best pickpocket that ever could've existed in Midgar. He turned a blue eye in Tseng's direction, quirking his brows up hopefully.