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[kharg_nidellia]

Who: Reno & Kharg.
When: Backdated to Sunday Night.
Where: Somewhere around city hall -34 on the map-. Your guess is really as good as mine.
Summary: They take a break from searching for Alessa, find somewhere to sleep, eat and play strip poker, Kharg has a nightmare, Reno comforts him and probably gets a black eye when his hands go too low.
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[red_hot_lover]

Reno turned to glance at the younger man as he listened to him speak, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his trousers as he nodded in agreement. 'Yeah, sounds like a plan to me.'

he glanced around at the towering gothic buildings that surrounded them. 'Any of these should do, I reckon,' he gave Kharg a wide, lopsided grin, 'I can get us inside easy enough, if they're locked...'

[kharg_nidellia]

Kharg nodded in agreement, studying the buildings around them. "That one looks promising. Not that I can tell one from another." He scowls as he points at one near them. This area reminds him too much of Dilzweld's capital, and, not having found Alessa yet, he was in a bad mood.

"You can pick locks?" He asked, blinking. His way of getting into places people didn't want him to was simply to knock down the doors. It's not like they could keep him out if he really wanted in.

[red_hot_lover]

'That one is is then, yeah? I reckon we can probably have our pick....that's usually the way it is in F3,' He begins to casually meander over in the direction of the buiding Kharg had motioned towards. To him, they were in the perfect environment; far closer the Midgar than the last F3 trip had been, and he was feeling particulary at home here.

'Uh-huh,' the redhead grined, glancing over at his travelling companion, 'all part of the job, yeah?'

[kharg_nidellia]

"I haven't seen anyone I recognized yet, so we're probably spread out." Kharg followed him, allowing the redhead to take the lead for the moment. The thought that a city was this large was... astounding to him, being from a small village.

He raises his eyebrow, returning the glance. "What job might that be?"