A Turk & a Noble?

[marquisofthesky]

Characters: Marquis Halim Ondore IV & Reno
Progress: In-progress
Summary: Promising to visit a somber friend within the dark city of Treno, Ondore finally gets a chance to fulfill that little promise in hopes of cheering poor Reno up.
Location: Treno
Date: March 8, 1804
Warnings: Reno's bad language! None

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[flyboy_red]

Jogging down the stairs, Reno wore black pants, an oversized black sweater and his boots. He had a habit of wearing Rude's sunglasses on his head and keeping his goggles around his neck now, though he was sure that if Rude ever came back to Gaia he'd make a point of hiding the sunglasses so Rude wouldn't call him a sap. He cared deeply for his best friend who had sort of become more but he wasn't going to show just how sentimental he could get. Especially not to a guy like Rude who was only sentimental when it really came to it.

His hair was tied back still, and Reno smiled as he spotted Halim, making sure to keep the fakeness of his happiness hidden, and pretend like everything was okay. "Halim! You didn't have to come so soon, I'm okay now. Really."

[marquisofthesky]

Spotting the redhead from the stairs, two things came into mind once the young man walked down. One thing was the oddly placed dark sunglasses perched upon Reno's mop of a mane. It was an honest and cute display of affection but Halim couldn't help but frown at it. Reno obviously missed his partner-in-crime so much that the lad began to wear Rude's accessories as apart of his everyday attire.

The second thing that Halm noticed was that painfully fake grin upon the youth's face. Honestly, if Reno thought he could lie to this old fox then he had another thing coming. The Marquis has seen better poker faces than that in his lifetime so he wasn't very impressed with Reno's.

"Is that so?" Halim asked with an arched brow as he humored Reno with a light smirk. "Anrtin." Shaking his head slightly at Reno, the Marquis approached with a bigger smile growing upon his lips. "I take it that all is well with you and your other companions, correct?"

[flyboy_red]

"Anrtrin? The heck...?" Reno shook his head slightly, with a small laugh. A lot of people in Gaia were Sky People with their own languages and while everyone seemed to speak common, there were clearly other languages, ones he didn't know and wouldn't ever bother learning, mostly because he didn't see the point. It was easier to just speak to those who understood common and it was better than messing up someone's language and insulting them

[marquisofthesky]

Smiling at Reno's mild confusion, Halim decided to be nice and give a quick translation. "You're a liar, Reno. I can tell that much..." He said with a rather kind smile. Honestly worried about the redhead but the elderly Marquis decided not speak of things here within the public. This matter would be best settled in private away from the prying eyes and listening ears of a few too many bystanders

[flyboy_red]

There wasn't a particular base, but there was the hideout for the gang he spent most of his time in now, and considering he was the only Turk working Treno now he was considerably exhausted. Elena was jetting off all over doing much-needed research for power sources to bring light and life to Treno, Tseng was supposed to be working with the President and he and Rude had been taking down gang leaders and assuming the roles of the bosses. It was hard work, but it'd been fun. He'd enjoyed it almost as much as normal Turk work and at least here there were no plates to be dropped

[marquisofthesky]

Considering how the Marquis tend to associate with sky pirates and fugitive captains, Reno's work, as assassin wouldn't surprise him too much. However, the Sector 7 incident might raise an eyebrow but Halim honestly plot to do much worse than Reno has done within the skies of Rabanstre. Challenging Vayne so close to the royal capital was a grievous error, one that Halim wasn't entirely in fault for since Vayne threatened to kill them all using the Bahamut. There was no chance to retreat, so the battle had to be waged there. If it wasn't for both the Paling and Lady Ashe's interference, all of Rabanstre would have been nothing but ruins

[flyboy_red]

"Yeah? Well, I'll figure out who tried to rob ya and deal with him." He didn't like the idea of anyone doing anything to his friends, but in the city he was pretty much running it was completely unacceptable and Reno would deal with whoever had done it in the worst way possible. If he wasn't dead by morning he'd wish he was. Reno was unforgiving, thanks to his training, and while he was one of the rare Turks to be offered the chance to enter the elite, he was still as good as the others. Better even. He was Director material, he just tended to prefer to play second fiddle to Tseng's genius mind

[marquisofthesky]

Chuckling softly at Reno's creed to find the thief, Halim sure hoped that the Turk wouldn't do anything too hasty on his behalf. "Worry not, Reno. Such a man shall eventually face punishment for living such a shameless life by Faram's hands." Taking a sip of his glass, the Marquis' eyes lit up once he saw something leap down to Reno's lap. It was a cat, a ginger-furred feline that matched too perfectly with Reno's hair. The cat had adorable white paws, which made it look as if it was wearing little white boots and a darling little face.

"Ah, it seems you have a friend." Halim commented idly as he tried to lure the feline over. The two of them seemed to share another quality; they are both fond of animals. "I doubt he means to cause you so much difficulty." He chuckled once his fingers began to scratch one of those fuzzy ginger ears.

[flyboy_red]

Reno rubbed pale hands against his thighs to sooth the stinging of the claws. "He's a nasty little guy but I can't help wanting him around." He chuckled softly and sipped his drink, returning to rubbing away the sting on his legs from where claws had sank into his flesh to keep Puss balanced on his lap.

"His name's Puss, which is better than what I called my cat at home. His name was just Cat." Folding his arms on the table, Reno rested his chin down and watched Puss prowl, and a smile crossed the redhead's face as the feline decided not to attack Halim but to enjoy the attention. The Turk would have been very irritated with his animal companion if he attacked Halim, because the Marquis was nothing but helpful and kind to come and visit him.

Wrinkling his nose, he propped his chin up on a hand. "Sorry I don't have a better place for us to talk... or anything to really say. I just... it's hard, so I don't really know what to say..."

[marquisofthesky]

"Puss? That is a more creative name than merely calling it 'Cat'." Halim chuckled as he rubbed the feline's ears gently. Watching the amorous ginger-furred feline with a faint smile, Halim offered Reno a slight frown once the redhead started to speak. The young man was moping now, clearly showing the truths beneath that painfully fake cheerful display he shown downstairs within the lobby. Reno was finally being a tad honest in his demeanor but still seemed incapable of forming any words regarding the loss of his comrade and friend.

"Why are you apologizing, Reno? You must think of me as superficial to care about such minuet things during your moment of grief. I care not what we say or do as long as I know you do not mind my company."

[flyboy_red]

"'Course I don't mind you, Halim. You're a pal. It's all those other people I'm fuckin' sick of..." He winced then, at his own bad language in front of Halim. He knew the man was royalty and that he prefered people speak cleanly and with manners. Reno was okay with manners but swearing kind of slipped out when he was frustrated. He wasn't as bad as some people could be but he got foul at times.

Settling back in his chair and drawing one knee up, Reno emptied his glass in one swallow, hardly flinching at the sting and filling his glass again, taking a long sip. "So, how're things with you, anyway? Politics have always been way over my head..."