Reunion Time!

[luckyturk]

Who: Cissnei | Tseng | Rude | Reno
When: Morning, Day 62
Location: Gongaga
Rating: PG-13 for !SURPRISE attack?
Summary: In which Tseng re-recruits Cissnei in a completely over-complicated way.

Comments

Hey Rude...tag and you're it! *runs* (again xD)

[winchester300]

Two Saws at his command and all it cost Tseng was a minor smudge on his dignity. But no matter - dignity had never been as important as duty to a Turk. Over the years - though certainly it took a good long time - Tseng had come to realise that very little was.

Alliances were formed where convenient; the only loyalty was to the company and its seats of power. Black and white judgement, Reeve had accused, but the ability to think in and act on shades of grey was a luxury only the higher officials could afford, not their men, their living instruments. Eight years ago, Tseng might have thought differently, but in this profession one learned fast that the best way to survive was simply not to feel at all

[tacit_turk]

To Tseng's words, Rude simply gave a nod. He was still mildly uncomfortable with this plan--not because he didn't think Cissnei could take care of herself or anything remotely like that, but more that he didn't quite see the point and tricking a former ally didn't entirely sit well. But, he supposed, she wasn't an ally now, not anymore. And it made sense to test her in some way if she were to become one again.

Either way, this was Tseng's plan and he knew better than to even try to talk him out of it, so he'd said nothing when it was first mentioned to him and he said nothing now. As he emerged from the brush, he gave the girl a nod in greeting and just a hint of a smile, not betraying any uneasiness he felt in the slightest.

[luckyturk]

Cissnei couldn’t stop the light shivers that rose up her spine as she saw the Turks approaching her. They emerged from behind a bunch of trees and bushes, and although the area was pretty much covered in greenery, it still looked really unconvincing on their part.

She couldn’t help but feel wary of them, even if they did agree to meeting on peaceful terms. Turks were a sneaky bunch; she knew that better than anyone. It was hard to trust people with a reputation like that, even if they were old comrades and friends. She had little control over the situation at this point, she couldn’t judge the outcome.

Folding her arms over her mid-section, she began a slow walk forward. She tried to smile, but she didn’t try hard. The added effort on her part would have just been a waste; she knew how easily they’d be able to see through it. She felt unease walking through the outskirts of land she once tried so desperately to avoid.

She just didn’t know what to expect.

[winchester300]

Two black suits walked into the afternoon sun, which hung high above their heads but gave little heat. The wind swept past and encircled them, bridging the gap between the woman and the men, the past and the present