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streaks_of_red in iunctus_epitaph

Shin-Ra HQ | Sector 4

Dec 18, 2007 19:37

Who: Reno, Rosalind
Status: Closed
When: 7:00 A.M.
Where: Shin-Ra HQ
What: Reno goes to debrief Rosalind on her search for Rod last night.

( Yesterday, it'd been a mild concern. )

rosalind, day 3, reno

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lonegun December 19 2007, 03:48:45 UTC

Rosalind had been wracking her brain as to where Rod had gone. There was so little to work from in that room that Cloud and she investigated. Close to nothing - no breadcrumb trail.

She sat at her desk, tapping her pen on the desktop and holding a cup of hot tea. On a notepad, the Turk had written out as much as she knew - how long Rod had been "missing", not answering his phone, the smears on the floor in the that warehouse room, and his motorcycle missing. Did he just ride off, on his own?

The Turk jumped - dropping her pen and immediately going for her handgun - as Reno opened the door and entered.

Exhaling, Rosalind cocked her head to one side. "Good morning to you too," she smirked.

streaks_of_red December 19 2007, 03:59:14 UTC

Reno's lips curved into a mild smirk at her reaction. If he was aware of the potential dangers of surprising a woman with a deadly aim, it didn't seem to deter him.

He nodded at the notepad on her desk, spotting the scribbles on it. "That what you've got on our own personal missing persons case?" He approached her desk, leaning over it with his palms flat on the surface. Amusement sparked in his eyes, even as he was already beginning to scan what she'd written, reading it upside-down. "Or is it a love letter?"

lonegun December 19 2007, 04:09:22 UTC

Her arm relaxed as she settled her handgun back into the holster. Rosalind hadn't slept and the tea was just now kicking in.

"It's my notes on my search for Rod," she answered and picked up the notepad. Her green-blue eyes narrowed at Reno as she straightened up in her seat.

streaks_of_red December 19 2007, 04:26:43 UTC

"Kinda sparse, yeah?" Reno plucked it from her grasp, as though studying it again would somehow result in more information than he'd seen previously.

Man. This was next to nothing. And given what he knew of Rosalind's eye for detail, it meant that there really had been nothing to find. Although one item did catch his eye.

He glanced up, placing the notepad on the desk again and spinning it around to face her, his finger resting on top of one of the things she'd written.

"What smears?"

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