[INCOMPLETE]

[besteer]

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,

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[off_duty_turk]

While Tseng's emotions might be a bit hard to read, Reno's were not. He was mere metaphorical INCHES from actually foaming at the mouth. He was going to kill Hojo. No, not just kill... mutilate. Torture. Flay. You mess with ONE Turk, you earn the wrath of them ALL... that was part of their code. The fact that each of them held a unique and special place in Reno's heart did NOT help the situation.

No semblance of his normal effervescent nature remained; he was clearly out for blood, as he stalked towards the clock tower. His eyes flashed around madly, seeking out Tseng; the seniormost Turk had told him that they needed to meet beforehand, and so they would meet. And then they would rampage, he had no doubt.

It didn't take long to notice the other man; considering he was dressed as conspicuously as always, though, it took a bit longer than one might expect. Rage was clearly toying with Reno's perceptions.

[besteer]

Though dark eyes were turned down, focused on the glinting steel of his gun, he caught the bright flash of red hair, and he looked up, narrowing in on the (very obviously enraged) Turk approaching him. Pushing away from the boulder he had been propped up against, Tseng took a step forward and beckoned him closer, sparing a quick glance over the top of his shoulder to assure that they were alone. They were, thankfully, which was strange, considering how popular of a place the clock tower tended to be. People usually flocked there, especially newcomers, but today - for whatever reason - it was barren, quiet, eerily still

[off_duty_turk]

Upset? Yeah, he was upset. Just a little. He'd been out for blood when Corneo had snatched Elena, two years before... and what he had in mind for her, though terrible, was nothing compared to what Hojo might do. Some said the Turks were leashed monsters... if that were true, then Hojo was a free-range demon.

Tseng's urging did get through, though, and he forced it back a bit. He was right. Going in with tunnelvision could get them killed... or worse. The change he was able to enact, though, was not terribly great...

Still, he nodded to his superior, nonverbally asking him to go on.

[cataclysmicly]

A lot could change in a few years. One's boss, for instance. Rufus didn't seem all too bad, but Cissnei needed some time to feel him out, get used to him and his way of thinking. (And she'd need to learn fast to avoid getting shot. That was how she'd died, after all - taking a bullet point-blank in the face; not something she cared to repeat, thankyouverymuch.) Even the entire world that she'd woken up in was different from where she'd last seen, though a place like this would have fit in well enough back home anyway...

But some things didn't change, and apparently Tseng and Reno were two of them. They were easy to spot even from a great distance. Truth be told, despite that she'd technically last seen them only a few days prior, it... did feel like longer. A lot longer, and it sort of warmed her to see them now and a little fluttering in her chest had her feeling unmistakably happy

lol sappy sap sap sappyyyy tseng alert

[besteer]

He had been on the verge of explaining his conversation with Hojo - and his rather quickly thrown together plan - to Reno when that voice (so familiar, so light and feminine, just as he remembered it) had him pausing, had his jaw relaxing, going a bit slack as his heel dug into the soft dirt below him. Turning, it took only a moment to catch sight of Cissnei coming toward them, looking the same as she always had before - always the same, never different, and it made something tug, made something ache, deep in the pit of his stomach. A bit of guilt (he always had guilt when it came to the female Turks, it seemed), and a bit of nostalgia, and then it was a bit of her, too, and he paused again. Hesitated, as his breath caught in his throat, because she wasn't dead anymore. No, no. She was alive. Breathing, with warmth and an air of compassion, an air of hope and gentleness, surrounding her, and he couldn't help it

lol, Reno is holding off for the moment. Sappiness will come all at once, when they rescue Elena.

[off_duty_turk]

There was a part of Reno that hadn't ever really accepted Cissnei's death. It couldn't be right. Couldn't be real. She'd been a Turk longer than himself; she was cunning, fierce, and fiercely loyal. She was a friend, and something of a mother figure (though not always in a good way). Most of all, though, she was herself. All those things, but more. Not just the sum of her parts. She was Cissnei. She was immortal.

He very much wanted to copy Tseng's move, to give her a hug right then and there; however, that was a gentle act, and Reno, at that moment, was in a mood that was anything but gentle. He'd calmed down considerably, but not completely; the only thing that would calm him completely was Hojo's corpse.

Well, then. They needed to get on that.

"It's great to see you, Ciss," was all he could manage. It didn't even begin to cover it, but... well, it was all he could do, at that moment. There would be time, later, for more.

Turning to Tseng, his eyes turned hard. "You said you spoke with Hojo."

Re: lol, Reno is holding off for the moment. Sappiness will come all at once, when they rescue Elen

[cataclysmicly]

For all that Cissnei knew Tseng could be affectionate in his own, quiet way - she'd honestly not been expecting a hug. Not just then, anyway, when there were so many other things to occupy his mind that she suspected were more important. It took her a moment to respond, and when she did it was with a smile and arms around him, squeezing tight

[besteer]

There was something about having Cissnei there that always made every situation seem so much better than it actually was. He relaxed a bit with her hand at his back, turning his attention to Reno once more. Right. They had work to do. He'd be damned if he kept Elena waiting any longer than she had to. What happened before wasn't going to happen again -- even if he had a feeling it already was happening. That made something tug again, uncomfortable and firm, within his chest, and he grit his teeth for a moment, glancing down to the dirt below him to refocus his attention. No. He couldn't think about things like that

[off_duty_turk]

The last statement stung rather badly; to think that, even if it meant the life of a comrade, he would be incapable of NOT running his mouth? It was downright insulting. But... well, Tseng was worried. They all were. Reno would forgive an accidental insult or two... especially if this meeting led them to Elena. "Of course. If you aren't able to strike a deal for her safety, or something else comes up... given the opportunity, do you want us to tail him? If we can stay hidden, we could find out where he's keeping her..." And that plan was most likely to involve hitting Hojo hard and fast, and perhaps multiple times. Therefore, that plan was ideal.

Okay, actually, the plan that had Elena in the best shape possible was ideal. But, Hojo getting beaten all to hell would be good, too.

"Either way, we should head out first. Get to the meeting site, and find a place to hide, before he gets there..."

[cataclysmicly]

For a moment, Cissnei held the gun a bit awkwardly, resisting her initial urge to drop it. Dammit - not even twenty-four hours since she'd taken a bullet to the face (as she remembered it, anyway) and already she was going to have to handle the thing that'd killed her?

Still. No time for dwelling on that right now. And if it came down to firing at Hojo to save Tseng (or Elena) she'd do it without a second though. As such, she blocked the memory of staring down the barrel of a gun as it went off, double-checked the safety at least three times before tucking it away inside her coat for the time being.

"You know..." she started, folding her arms loosely once the gun was safely away, "call me crazy, but I think keeping the Professor alive might be a wise idea this time around, if at all possible."