Edge, Thursday Afternoon
Reno was still grumbling as he tried to stare the chopper down. If he looked at it angrily enough, maybe the rotor would break and the gas tank would explode and the blades would all fall off.
"Tell me again why I'm doin' this?"
Rude raised an eyebrow. "The boss told you to?"
The rest of it went unspoken. We're Turks, so when the boss gives an order --
-- We get the job done, no matter what, yoto.
"Yeah. The boss told me to." Reno directed his sour look to his partner. "This is gonna suck."
Rude shrugged. "You could be looking at this the wrong way."
"There's a right way to look at this?" Reno raised an eyebrow, his slouch a little more severe than usual. This was degrading, mutitransdimensional-whatsis or none. This was grunt work. But there were no grunts. Just like there was no SOLDIER and there weren't even any giant freaking robots anymore. Being ShinRa's stooge had never been so menial.
Rude tilted his head, somewhat noncomittally. "Island. Might be a resort town."
"Resort town with a boarding school in it?" Reno had to admit, though Rude's logic might have been slightly flawed, it was an appealing notion nevertheless.
"Stream of outside revenue. Good for a tourist trap." Rude folded his arms. "Could be a paid vacation. With overtime."
"I like overtime." Reno looked back at the chopper, his lips pursed for a moment in thought. Nope. It still hadn't spontaneously combusted. "Better be good perks on this assignment, yo."
Rude's lips quirked. "High schools have ... cheerleaders, don't they?"
The chopper was suddenly far less interesting as Reno looked slowly over his shoulder at Rude.
"Last time I checked, yo."
"Overtime, paid assignment. Some school, filled with teenage girls. Classes, but you could pass trig blindfolded." Rude lifted a shoulder.
"Like gettin' paid to hang out with chicks." Reno mulled that over for a moment. "Don't sound so jealous, pal."
"They couldn't pay me enough to go."
"You'd turn down the chance to get paid to do the cheer squad? Sometimes I worry about you, Rude."
Rude raised an eyebrow. "You gonna stop bitching now?"
"Of course not, yo." Reno raised a shoulder and looked back toward the chopper yet again. "But it beats bein' pissed off because they're sendin' me to high school."
A different person might have said "call when you get in," or "be careful," or "good luck."
"Don't get expelled," Rude said.
"Wouldn't dream of screwin' up an assignment that's so damn mundane, buddy." Or any assignment. Screwing up assignments was not what Turks do. He'd flattened a chunk of Midgar before. He'd rounded up unwilling subjects in SOLDIER draft-runs. This was a cakewalk. What, after all, could possibly go wrong in High School?
He gathered up his luggage- which didn't consist of much at all, really. Being a Turk meant he was used to packing light. And he gave a little, half-assed wave to Rude as he started for the chopper. "You better believe I'll be calling. Someone's gotta tell you all about the cheer squad, yoto."
[[Once again, NFB, NFI, the_merriest is the bestest Rude in the world, establishy, OOC is pretty, BYOB, YMCA, I'm a little teapot, omg newbie day is tomorrow, eeeee.]]
"Tell me again why I'm doin' this?"
Rude raised an eyebrow. "The boss told you to?"
The rest of it went unspoken. We're Turks, so when the boss gives an order --
-- We get the job done, no matter what, yoto.
"Yeah. The boss told me to." Reno directed his sour look to his partner. "This is gonna suck."
Rude shrugged. "You could be looking at this the wrong way."
"There's a right way to look at this?" Reno raised an eyebrow, his slouch a little more severe than usual. This was degrading, mutitransdimensional-whatsis or none. This was grunt work. But there were no grunts. Just like there was no SOLDIER and there weren't even any giant freaking robots anymore. Being ShinRa's stooge had never been so menial.
Rude tilted his head, somewhat noncomittally. "Island. Might be a resort town."
"Resort town with a boarding school in it?" Reno had to admit, though Rude's logic might have been slightly flawed, it was an appealing notion nevertheless.
"Stream of outside revenue. Good for a tourist trap." Rude folded his arms. "Could be a paid vacation. With overtime."
"I like overtime." Reno looked back at the chopper, his lips pursed for a moment in thought. Nope. It still hadn't spontaneously combusted. "Better be good perks on this assignment, yo."
Rude's lips quirked. "High schools have ... cheerleaders, don't they?"
The chopper was suddenly far less interesting as Reno looked slowly over his shoulder at Rude.
"Last time I checked, yo."
"Overtime, paid assignment. Some school, filled with teenage girls. Classes, but you could pass trig blindfolded." Rude lifted a shoulder.
"Like gettin' paid to hang out with chicks." Reno mulled that over for a moment. "Don't sound so jealous, pal."
"They couldn't pay me enough to go."
"You'd turn down the chance to get paid to do the cheer squad? Sometimes I worry about you, Rude."
Rude raised an eyebrow. "You gonna stop bitching now?"
"Of course not, yo." Reno raised a shoulder and looked back toward the chopper yet again. "But it beats bein' pissed off because they're sendin' me to high school."
A different person might have said "call when you get in," or "be careful," or "good luck."
"Don't get expelled," Rude said.
"Wouldn't dream of screwin' up an assignment that's so damn mundane, buddy." Or any assignment. Screwing up assignments was not what Turks do. He'd flattened a chunk of Midgar before. He'd rounded up unwilling subjects in SOLDIER draft-runs. This was a cakewalk. What, after all, could possibly go wrong in High School?
He gathered up his luggage- which didn't consist of much at all, really. Being a Turk meant he was used to packing light. And he gave a little, half-assed wave to Rude as he started for the chopper. "You better believe I'll be calling. Someone's gotta tell you all about the cheer squad, yoto."
[[Once again, NFB, NFI, the_merriest is the bestest Rude in the world, establishy, OOC is pretty, BYOB, YMCA, I'm a little teapot, omg newbie day is tomorrow, eeeee.]]