[INCOMPLETE]
Who: Tseng, Reno.
When: before Tseng meets with Hojo, after Elena's post.
Where: near the clock tower.
Rating: PG-13ish; subject to change.
Warnings: Two very worried, armed Turks searching for their beloved rookie~? Language.
Summary: Elena's been captured. Tseng and Reno meet up, 'cause they need to talk some shit out. And... idk, they're Turks, and that's what Turks do.
Tseng was worried.
Okay, well, worried might not have cut it at that moment, at that particular point in time. He had exceeded the point of worried hours and hours ago, probably around the same time he had spoken so very briefly with Hojo. Now he was bordering on enraged, desperate, and hysterically panicked. It was a bit difficult for him to manage, really, considering he usually tended to be the calmer one, who remained level-headed in all sorts of different situations. Wasn't that what the bulk of his Turk training had been about? Still, one wouldn't have been able to see such obvious panic on his features. It was only observable in his muscles, the way his limbs were tensed, the hard expression on his face with eyes that told the real truth, the real emotion he was feeling.
Elena. She had already gone through so much with him once before, and now she was more than likely going through it all over again. And worse, it was with Hojo, and Hojo always had bigger ambitions, bigger ideals, bigger plans than Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz had. This was a problem. A huge, magnificent problem, and it wasn't going to go away with a couple bullets and a few harsh words. He still had to speak with Hojo, still had to get Elena back, still had to do whatever it would take in order to set his world back on path again. Everything just kept escalating further and further out of control. First Hojo, then Sephiroth, and now Jenova? Impossible. Ridiculous. Frustrating.
But Reno came first. He had to tell him what he had planned, what he needed to do, just in case he needed help, just in case he needed back up. If Hojo wouldn't hand Elena over willingly, then that was fine. Tseng was perfectly willing to take her from him, bash his fucking skull in if that's what it took, if that's what he forced him to do.
Because Elena was Elena, and besides that, she was a Turk. He would have done the same for Reno or Rude. Would have definitely done the same, maybe even more, for Rufus. It all came with the job. All came with the coded morals and values that each Turk held near and dear to their heart. They couldn't be forgotten.
Gloved fingers worked their way over the nozzle of his gun as he waited near the clock tower, eyes wandering his surroundings with nervous anticipation.
"Come on, Reno..."
When: before Tseng meets with Hojo, after Elena's post.
Where: near the clock tower.
Rating: PG-13ish; subject to change.
Warnings: Two very worried, armed Turks searching for their beloved rookie~? Language.
Summary: Elena's been captured. Tseng and Reno meet up, 'cause they need to talk some shit out. And... idk, they're Turks, and that's what Turks do.
Tseng was worried.
Okay, well, worried might not have cut it at that moment, at that particular point in time. He had exceeded the point of worried hours and hours ago, probably around the same time he had spoken so very briefly with Hojo. Now he was bordering on enraged, desperate, and hysterically panicked. It was a bit difficult for him to manage, really, considering he usually tended to be the calmer one, who remained level-headed in all sorts of different situations. Wasn't that what the bulk of his Turk training had been about? Still, one wouldn't have been able to see such obvious panic on his features. It was only observable in his muscles, the way his limbs were tensed, the hard expression on his face with eyes that told the real truth, the real emotion he was feeling.
Elena. She had already gone through so much with him once before, and now she was more than likely going through it all over again. And worse, it was with Hojo, and Hojo always had bigger ambitions, bigger ideals, bigger plans than Kadaj, Yazoo, and Loz had. This was a problem. A huge, magnificent problem, and it wasn't going to go away with a couple bullets and a few harsh words. He still had to speak with Hojo, still had to get Elena back, still had to do whatever it would take in order to set his world back on path again. Everything just kept escalating further and further out of control. First Hojo, then Sephiroth, and now Jenova? Impossible. Ridiculous. Frustrating.
But Reno came first. He had to tell him what he had planned, what he needed to do, just in case he needed help, just in case he needed back up. If Hojo wouldn't hand Elena over willingly, then that was fine. Tseng was perfectly willing to take her from him, bash his fucking skull in if that's what it took, if that's what he forced him to do.
Because Elena was Elena, and besides that, she was a Turk. He would have done the same for Reno or Rude. Would have definitely done the same, maybe even more, for Rufus. It all came with the job. All came with the coded morals and values that each Turk held near and dear to their heart. They couldn't be forgotten.
Gloved fingers worked their way over the nozzle of his gun as he waited near the clock tower, eyes wandering his surroundings with nervous anticipation.
"Come on, Reno..."