Turks Reunion!

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Characters: Rude and Reno
Progress: Complete
Summary: The Turks meet up and try to figure out what's going on.
Location: South Gate
Date: November, 1803
Warnings: Reno. Just... just Reno.


His breath was a little short and his hair flowed behind him like a bright red streamer, but Reno just kept on running. His boots hammered on the ground beneath him as he darted between trees, skittering up the sides of the larger trunks to get himself some speed. Yet, quite suddenly for the speed he was going at, the trees vanished and he was running on grass and dirt.

That was good, right? It meant he was almost there. His hands curled into tight fists and as he spotted a large gate-like structure, Reno grinned. Rude was there. He had to be. He could manage anything in this new world as long as his partner was there. They could conquer anything together. Or... at least that was how it felt sometimes.

Even being second in command of the Turks, and technically Rude's superior, Reno never really saw them as anything other than equals. Two halves of one team. Best friends, and nothing would tear them apart.

Spotting a suited man with a bald head, Reno's expression grew. "Hey! Rude!! Over here!!!" The thing was... he couldn't just stop running, and he was heading straight for his partner.

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"Not that I've found, yet. Just where we are and where whoever you're talking to is." He gave a shrug, twirling his nightstick like a baton in his fingers. "When we get to a city we should go for a cheap hotel or something. Save cash until we can figure out a way to get some more." Reno watched the path ahead as he walked.

Hardly noticing it get very dark very quickly, when he finally turned to look at Rude, his eyes shimmered in the dark and he looked puzzled. "Did we really walk for that long...? It's... dark." Of course, they weren't to know about Treno (and its surrounding areas) being in perpetual night.

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"Agreed." Following in silence, Rude managed to get lost in thought, not noticing the way the sky got dark. Taking his sunglasses off when Reno turned around, finally noticing the way he could barely see anything but the pale skin (and now glowing eyes) of his partner, Rude frowned.

"No, we haven't been. Check the time." Looking up at the sky, the bald Turk shook his head. "This is a strange world. Stay on guard." He really shouldn't have had to say anything, but with Reno, it was better to be safe than sorry. Besides, if Treno was a city, who knew what would be there to distract this redhead?

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Alcohol, women, games, toys, fire, shiny lights... a lot of things distracted Reno. Sometimes, he was more cat than man. Reno checked his watch and muttered about it having stopped at the time he'd got here then decided to check the phone for the time, tilting it to show his partner.

"Gotcha." Stay on guard. Simple words but they were usually enough to keep Reno on task. He did, however, stick to Rude's side like glue because, hey, if there was some big scary monster lurking in the dark, Rude would be more intimidating.

Tucking his EMR away, Reno shoved his hands in his pockets, walking with Rude. "Hey... you think we're screwed?" Rude's opinion mattered over everyone else's and if he thought they were done for then they usually were.

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Reno was sticking by his side because he was large and intimidating, but Rude was making sure that he didn't move too quickly. Reno was a bit hot-headed, sure, but he was crafty. They had been partners for a long time now, and there was no one Rude would rather have with him in a fight.

At Reno's question, however, the bald man stopped. Grabbing Reno's arm to make sure the redhead stopped with him, Rude reached around to pull Reno's EMR out of his pocket. "Keep this out, and the two of us will be fine. We're Turks."

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Reno blinked a little as he was manhandled, a pale colour tinting his face for a minute. "Jeez... don't make me jump like that. I thought there was something about to get us..." He stuck his tongue out, grasping the EMR, his fingers brushing Rude's as he took it back. "Alright, but keep your gloves on, partner. I'm not fightning alone."

Playfully bumping his hip against Rude's, Reno sauntered on ahead, looking around. They'd come to a pretty big city where everyone seemed generally distressed, muttering about being in the wrong place. "Well, damn. I think this place is a dump for all the leftovers. People are saying they're in the wrong place, too..."

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"My apologies." He meant it, too; it hadn't been his intention to startle the redhead. Maybe later, when they knew a bit more, but they were both a bit too on edge at the moment. As for keeping his gloves on, well, no problem there. "We're partners."

That was all, at least in his mind, what needed to be said. They were partners. They watched each other's backs, looked out for each other, and that wasn't changing just because they ended up on a different planet. Not if he had anything to say about it, anyway.

Pausing as Reno bumped his hip, Rude shook his head before catching up to the redhead. "That doesn't make sense. Ask one of them what happened; someone should know a bit more. I've got your back." Looking around, the bald man frowned. Why did things look like they had been sitting out for months? Things were getting weirder and weirder, and Rude didn't like it at all.

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Reno grumbled to himself, twisting his EMR in his fingers. "Always make me do the talking," he muttered, swaggering over to a group of women, going from Turk-mode the Ladies-Man-mode in a matter of seconds. Charming the girls in his own feline-like way, Reno soon had a decent chunk of information to tell Rude.

Making his way back to his partner, Reno smiled up at him. "Okay, so, apparently people have been just appearing from their own worlds without reasons, as wel as places. Things had been pretty routine until there was this big old bright light and suddenly they're waking up and instead of it being July, it's November. Stuff's covered in dust and food's gone to rot..." Reno sighed heavily. "Worst part is, no one knows how to get back."

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It was fast results like that that made Rude make Reno do the talking in the first place. Reno was the charmer; Rude was there to remind people that screwing with the two of them was not a good move. Nodding to show he'd heard, Rude looked around more. No one knew how to get back and even the natives were in turmoil. They had chosen a good time to show up, apparently.

"In that case, we had best find a place to stay quickly. If the food is rotten, what's left will be scarce and expensive very soon. Think of it as a mission and we'll do fine." Even if they couldn't make ends meet legally, they were Turks. Kidnapping, assassination, and other dirty work had been part of their jobs for a long time; stealing in order to survive wouldn't be that big of a stain on their consciences. Then again, very few people knew just who they were here... it was probably best to keep it that way. "Let's keep as many details about ourselves as quiet as possible. The locals might not be open to people like us, and I'd rather not have to blow anything nice up today."

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Reno nodded repeatedly at Rude's serious world but his joke knocked the redhead off balance for a moment and he snorted slightly, shaking his head. "Aw, but Rude, you know I love blowing things up." Beaming at his friend, Reno headed off along the streets. It was true that there wasn't much he wouldn't do, especially if it came to keeping Rude safe. There was nothing that would stop him from doing that. Rude was his number one priority because, when you're a Turk, your partner is all you've got.

"So, we should get a cheap room. Maybe a double. Then we get ourselves some supplies and... see about trying to figure out just what the Hell we do next?" He would only make suggestions. Rude was better at tactical decisions. He was just sly and knew how to get out of the tight spots he landed himself in. Chocobo related incidents excluded, of course.

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Letting the corner of his mouth quirk up at Reno's snort, knowing he'd taken the redhead off-guard with his comment, Rude followed him along the streets. Pulling his sunglasses back out of his pocket and sliding them back on, the city lights making them a bit more practical to be worn again, Rude scanned his surroundings. Treno reminded him of Midgar; their Midgar, not the still unseen ruins. They would be getting a cheap room, all right.

"We should check out this Midgar, but perhaps we should stay around here. It's easy to blend in here; it's dark, and we know how to survive in slums. We're going to have to make sure we know exactly what we have with us, though. As for a cheap room, there appears to be a motel a bit further ahead. I should have enough gil to cover a room, but we need to hurry. If numerous people are misplaced..." The chances of them being able to get a room with more than one bed was already slim.

_{(( wtf Rude stop talking o.O ))}