Femme fatales emerged from shadows

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

Characters: Cissnei, Reno
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Cissnei arrives in Lindblum once more
Location: Lindblum airship docks
Date: A day after this post
Warnings: Fluff, cussing, melodrama the usual

With still a fuzzy memory and an outfit fit for a show, Cissnei made her way from Troia to Lindblum on an airship. She racked her brain all she could but still she couldn't get anything else from her mind besides the gut feelings and the fleeting visions of deserts and fiends. This was frustrating the Turk but she felt a little better knowing that she wasn't the only one who had gone through this before.

She got off the ship, head held high and trying her absolute best not to look embarrassed. She got used to it, true, but she wasn't used to walking around in nothing but a bra below a jacket and white skin-tight pants. At least it covered more than a swimsuit like Reno said.

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[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

A low whistle off to her right would indicate where Reno was. A snarky little grin was on his lips, but his arms were loaded with carefully folded clothing - undergarments found and tucked between the layers so they wouldn't be seen. "Hey gorgeous!" he called, sauntering up to her and offering the much-wanted clothing. "Didn't get a chance to ditch the outfit, huh? Glad I got to see it in person. Photos don't do it justice. Video doesn't do it justice! You're hot, Ciss!" Teasing? Yes. Though honest enough.

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

She sheepishly grinned at him while punching him lightly in the stomach. "Quiet you, I'm already calling enough attention to myself as is." Cissnei took the clothing from his arms and was beyond ecstatic that he thought of bringing appropriate undergarments for her uniform. "This is actually... not cooperating to come off my body," she said with a frown. "It's something with the dressphere and it's really pissing me off."

[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

"Not coming off? Ugh. A teenage-boy's worst nightmare," he grumbled, rubbing the spot on his stomach she'd rapped him at. "And what's a 'dress sphere'?" He looked at the girl curiously, finger tracing along the edge of the fabric that circled around the back of her neck.

"It looks so normal, though. You sure it's not coming off? Is there anyone you can ask that might know how to get it off you? I'm good with normal clothes. Not these dress-sphere things." He flashed a wicked grin then - best to keep the conversation light. Worrying too much only made things worse.

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

"I didn't realize a teenage boy was trying to get into my pants," she said flatly. "It's some kind of... sphere that holds memories and it materializes in clothing? I don't know how it works but that's what I remember. There's a girl, Yuna, she knows what it is so I'm going to have to ask her how to get it off." She sighed. "I mean, I can take off pieces of it but... not really? I don't know I can't explain it it's like I'm reliving something, an embodiment."

Cissnei twisted her lips in thought. "I guess it could be worse... maybe."

[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

He listened. He really did. But it made absolutely no sense to him. He didn't know what a dress-sphere was. He didn't know why Cissnei couldn't change her clothes. But ... "Well... it sounds to me like you need to talk to this Yuna girl. If she knows how to remove this dress-sphere thingie, then hop in the bathroom, call the girl or video-chat with her, figure it out and hopefully we'll have you back in your regular stuff in no-time. Because hot as you are, I can't imagine that's fun to be in for ya."

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

She shook her head. "If it were warmer I could deal with this a little better," she complained. "Yeah I'll be calling her soon anyway, she wants it back because it belongs to her. I wouldn't know what to do with it." If only she could remember how she got it on the first place... "This is frustrating. It's like waking up from a wild dream but you can't remember how it all went, you know?"

[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

He shrugged out of his own jacket - Cissnei's was too form-fitting to get around that outfit's upper half easily, and while his own might not make it around all of it, it'd do much better than the girl's own. He wrapped it around her shoulders, gesturing for her to slide her arms through the sleeves, then zipped it up. There. A little better, at least.

"I don't know. When I wake up from wild dreams, I don't find myself wearing an outfit from that dream." He ruffled her hair, then led them out of the airship port and into a shuttle to the Theater District. "But you're home, at least. Relax a little for that alone, hm?"

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

She thanked Reno for his jacket. "Yeah, except I didn't even know I wasn't home," she said with a small sigh. "I think I saw that Yuna girl wherever I went. She was someone important." Once on the shuttle, she sat next to Reno, crossing her legs and dropping her head on his arm. "I can't believe Tseng saw me like this and I'm not looking forward to Rufus's reaction."

[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

"Sounds to me like as soon as you're settled, eaten and had a good nap, you need to call her and figure out what's up with that sphere thing. Maybe you'll be able to avoid Rufus entirely." He paused, then petted the top of her head gently. "I wouldn't bet on it, but there's hope at least." He sighed a little, then nudged her a little so he could wrap his arm over her shoulders.

"You've had a rough time, huh? Turks training teaches us how to kill, how to lie, cheat, steal, kidnap, and make bombs with leftover lunches. But not how to deal with crazy 'dress spheres' and shit like this, huh?" He felt bad for her, he really did. And worse, he hadn't been there to help. He didn't even know there'd been a 'there' to be. But he could be there for her now, at least.

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," she said. "I'm just... kind of freaked out. I can't remember very much." Her mind was always on the worst case scenario thanks to Turk training and right now, though she was hard pressed to admit it, Cissnei was a little scared. What had happened? What had or hadn't she done? "I dislike not knowing things. I know everything all the time but now there's nothing."

Cissnei leaned on Reno a little bit, the exhaustion suddenly setting in. "My everything hurts," she groaned. "It's as if I've been working out a lot." Or, more specifically, dancing, because she knew the pain that came with hours worth of dancing.

[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

"I know that feeling, Ciss. I mean, come on - we're Turks. We're used to knowing everything about everything, right?" He gave a little chuckle, but sobered swiftly and let the girl settle against him.

"Then you need a nice, long and hot bath when we get home. And a few days worth of sleep, hm? I can make sure no one bothers you, if you want."

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

"I don't mind seeing others, but a bath sounds lovely." Maybe somewhere down the road she'd remember some more if she didn't try so hard. "Speaking of knowing everything," she began, "what happened while I was gone? If you can tell me now, that is."

[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

He snickered, nodding. "I'll bet it does," he insisted. He stiffened a little at Cissnei's question - just fractionally, but he knew she'd be able to feel it - and his hesitation.

"Rufus Shinra happened," he commented in a lower voice, though it remained warm. It had been nothing bad. "He's a sneaky, plotting son of a bastard," he commented with a small grin. "He managed to wriggle his way into our relationship. Somehow. I still can't really figure it all out. Hell, I'm still trying to figure out if it's real or not."

[shurikenfemale.livejournal.com]

She stopped to think before saying anything that would come off as too insensitive or too nosy. "He is all of that, but it doesn't give him the right to be like that with his 'employees.'" Cissnei crossed her arms and huffed shortly. "Rufus Shinra is nothing but a jackal." She'd heard enough of him saving their asses but it didn't mean she still had to like him as a person.

[turks-reno.livejournal.com]

He gave a little tut at her comment, ruffling her hair playfully. "He's not that bad. But he does have this uncanny way of plotting and getting his way that boggles the mind, sometimes..." But the train was stopping in the Theater District, and it was time to get Cissnei's weary rear end home so she could relax for a while. "Come on, you. Time for all good girls to get some shut-eye."