30k!
Yes folks, I hit 30k. I wrote five thousand words in one night and the chapter is so far from done I might not post it for two more days. I think my attention span is getting longer, or I just want to move the plot along like, now.
I will have ficage up as substitute.... sometime today.
Edit: Here is the ficcage. Reno is suicidal, go figure.
"Ren, have you ever heard the phrase, 'Don't taunt the demons, it's tacky?'" Rude is doing that thing where he's raising his eyebrows behind his glasses and mentally asking if Reno has any idea what he's getting himself into.
"Partner, I have never been, nor ever will be, tacky. And as for this, it's perfect. Not like boss man is sending us against anything lethal and fun these days, might as well pick my dancing partners by the danger level yo. Don't wanna get rusty."
"Ren... there was no way we could have beaten a summon."
Which is funny cause it's true, no body could have beaten that thing except Cloud. Reno isn't guilting over the dragon that almost made them dinner and he wants to give Rude a noogie for thinking he's being stupid over something like that, but they *could* have handled the freak twins.
They *should* have handled 'em. Those two pale faced would-be Sephiroths should have been wet smears on the pavement, twitching under the tender mercies of his mag rod. Reno and Rude were Turks. Turks didn't get pushed around by lab rats. Turks didn't get their asses handed to 'em by babies fresh outa the petri dish.
Turks didn't need someone to save their butts when the shit hit metaphorical frikken fan.
So maybe he's feeling a little unloved by the world and afraid of getting a bit too soft because he doesn't have people trying to take him apart every day someway like back in the good old days when Scarlet was a man eater in the biblical sense and not the literal.
But it isn't like he's picking a fight with Cloud or Sephiroth or the clone trio. He's smart enough to know he couldn't take them on without serious back up even in a friendly bar room brawl.
He's just waiting for pretty boy to slip the leash a bit and go dancing. It can't hurt to dance with the guy right? And if it pisses off Valentine, well, the old guy's a Turk. A Turk doesn't take shit from anybody.
"I'm not covering the damages you know. When the boss puts you on probation you better be ready to do your own damned cooking."
"Aww man, where is the love? You got no faith yo. Watch this."
"I hate when you say that."
I will have ficage up as substitute.... sometime today.
Edit: Here is the ficcage. Reno is suicidal, go figure.
"Ren, have you ever heard the phrase, 'Don't taunt the demons, it's tacky?'" Rude is doing that thing where he's raising his eyebrows behind his glasses and mentally asking if Reno has any idea what he's getting himself into.
"Partner, I have never been, nor ever will be, tacky. And as for this, it's perfect. Not like boss man is sending us against anything lethal and fun these days, might as well pick my dancing partners by the danger level yo. Don't wanna get rusty."
"Ren... there was no way we could have beaten a summon."
Which is funny cause it's true, no body could have beaten that thing except Cloud. Reno isn't guilting over the dragon that almost made them dinner and he wants to give Rude a noogie for thinking he's being stupid over something like that, but they *could* have handled the freak twins.
They *should* have handled 'em. Those two pale faced would-be Sephiroths should have been wet smears on the pavement, twitching under the tender mercies of his mag rod. Reno and Rude were Turks. Turks didn't get pushed around by lab rats. Turks didn't get their asses handed to 'em by babies fresh outa the petri dish.
Turks didn't need someone to save their butts when the shit hit metaphorical frikken fan.
So maybe he's feeling a little unloved by the world and afraid of getting a bit too soft because he doesn't have people trying to take him apart every day someway like back in the good old days when Scarlet was a man eater in the biblical sense and not the literal.
But it isn't like he's picking a fight with Cloud or Sephiroth or the clone trio. He's smart enough to know he couldn't take them on without serious back up even in a friendly bar room brawl.
He's just waiting for pretty boy to slip the leash a bit and go dancing. It can't hurt to dance with the guy right? And if it pisses off Valentine, well, the old guy's a Turk. A Turk doesn't take shit from anybody.
"I'm not covering the damages you know. When the boss puts you on probation you better be ready to do your own damned cooking."
"Aww man, where is the love? You got no faith yo. Watch this."
"I hate when you say that."