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Who: Reno (bulletsforbaby), Elena(wellsuited), Tseng (fingersloophole), zombieShadow Turks, and open.
When: Night, post first encounters
Where: Dismas
Format: Anything
What: Turks get a visit from family long gone.
Warnings: Blood, guts, swearing, bromance, violence.
The Turks had been busy. Both living and...whatever was following them. Tseng couldn't say if this thing was undead, if the Turks were...but certainly not all of them.
But in his mind, Tseng was counting days and weeks and months and years since he'd last laid eyes on some of them. Wondering what forms of contact would be staged. Wondering the purpose behind it all.
There wasn't one. He was tired of looking.
He'd sent rendezvous coordinates to Reno and Elena, and finally located an abandoned building in Dismas. Normally not a wise move, but they needed a united front and cover. Gods knew what dirty secrets these things could repeat.
Tseng had his back pressed to the wall, reloading a pistol, even if it was pointless to shoot them. His nerve was fraying, and Veld was back. Telling him how disappointed he was. How he hadn't done things correctly. How Rufus hadn't.
And the rusted pins, emblazoned with the ShinRa logo, were still scattered over the floor. "You threw them away," Veld taunted, except his tone seemed sad which made it worse somehow. "Just like you threw away their owners."
But Tseng shook his head, not looking, though taking your eyes off the enemy was even worse. "I keep them," He said softly, by way of explanation. "I keep every one."
The shadow recoiled. Tseng took the moment to catch his breath.
When: Night, post first encounters
Where: Dismas
Format: Anything
What: Turks get a visit from family long gone.
Warnings: Blood, guts, swearing, bromance, violence.
The Turks had been busy. Both living and...whatever was following them. Tseng couldn't say if this thing was undead, if the Turks were...but certainly not all of them.
But in his mind, Tseng was counting days and weeks and months and years since he'd last laid eyes on some of them. Wondering what forms of contact would be staged. Wondering the purpose behind it all.
There wasn't one. He was tired of looking.
He'd sent rendezvous coordinates to Reno and Elena, and finally located an abandoned building in Dismas. Normally not a wise move, but they needed a united front and cover. Gods knew what dirty secrets these things could repeat.
Tseng had his back pressed to the wall, reloading a pistol, even if it was pointless to shoot them. His nerve was fraying, and Veld was back. Telling him how disappointed he was. How he hadn't done things correctly. How Rufus hadn't.
And the rusted pins, emblazoned with the ShinRa logo, were still scattered over the floor. "You threw them away," Veld taunted, except his tone seemed sad which made it worse somehow. "Just like you threw away their owners."
But Tseng shook his head, not looking, though taking your eyes off the enemy was even worse. "I keep them," He said softly, by way of explanation. "I keep every one."
The shadow recoiled. Tseng took the moment to catch his breath.