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Characters: Elena, Reno and later Tseng
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Elena and Reno have to go pick up the Director
Location: Dollet to Treno
Date: January, 1804
Warnings: Turks? Reno + Chocobo = badnewsbears?


Tugging at the reins of two chocobos, Reno held them steady as he checked their packs were strapped in place well enough. It was going to be a long trip to Dollet, possibly shorter than his and Rude's journey, however, as they'd stopped to play with the widlife...

Pushing that thought aside, Reno pulled himself onto his chocobo, wheezing slightly at the strain on his ribs. This wasn't going to be an easy journey on him.

"Hey, Elena, you ready?" he called out, keeping the reins of both birds in his healthy hand. "I wanna go get Tseng quick so we can head on to Lindblum with Rude and the President."

Of course, he was hoping to just get the trip done soon without any of the stress or damage that he suffered the first time, or like what he put up with when the building fell on him.

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Reno tossed his bag down and pulled his jacket off, hooking it over the chair. "That's true. About the displacement thing. When Rude and me got here, everything was like... layered in dust and people were freaked out about the world shifting or something." Unbuttoning his shirt, Reno wrinkled his nose at how Tseng never missed a damn thing. Sure, it was good for the job but it made getting things by him a lot more difficult. He wasn't so sure he and Rude would be able to have any secrets.

"I took like... four or something? Rude kept an eye on me." He wouldn't mention the one-armed pushups or the fact that Rude had got him off the floor by using his hair.

Once his shirt was off, Reno looked down at his torso. The bandages were wound tightly and, more than anything, they were there to hold things in place, rather than cover any cuts. There were still a few bumps and scrapes in place but none as bad as those fractured and bruised ribs. What looked the worst under the bandages was the bruising on the surface.

Beginning to unwrap the bandages, his quirked an eyebrow slightly. "There ain't much from our world here. Still, Lindblum and Dollet are pretty tech savvy and I heard there's a place called Goug or something that's good. Midgar's just... not far from here and it's a wreck. Plants and trees everywhere, mossy all over... the moogles have took over there."

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"Three months?" That was... worrying, and also insane - and yet Elena wouldn't have reported it if she didn't find reason to, and that was another thing to consider. What could cause that? Would cause that? Could it be a normal phenomenon? But if it were, the local people would have liklely been less upset... he still didn't know enough to propely make any sort of judgements there. "Every time I think I've come to terms with the oddity of this world, I learn something new. We should ensure we have dedicated line of communication, and a designated location to meet up in again if this oddity re-occurs - and we are separated."

While Reno unwrapped his damaged torso, Tseng walked over to carefully inspect Elena's head, fingers light and careful as he peered at the wound. "This was deep; it looks uninfected, at least. You've kept it clean." Turks learned how to take care of injuries in case they were deprived of materia or potions on a mission (often when caught in situations where they'd been deprived of everything else...) but it was frustrating to see his men hurt and to be unable to offer a remedy. Tseng had kept them well provided for in that regard at least, even after METEOR. "I'll help you re-bandage it; you're a day or two away from leaving it open, especially if we're likely travelling - and sleep might reopen it, I'd think." He brushed hair still tinted brown away from Elena's face and gave her a smile, assuring her without platitudes that she'd done well; that being injured wasn't a matter to be embarrassed about - nor something to ignore.

Which was rather a problem Reno still hadn't come to terms with yet either. "Yes, Rude's informed me of your recuperation attempts." Tseng turned, and the look he gave Reno was far less concillatory. "Even I don't attempt pushups one armed while tending to broken ribs. I would hope at least that you know this." He inspected the bruising down Reno's side, and fingers lighter still felt carefully, Tseng's expression twisted into a worried frown. "I should seek out a healer, if a decent one can be found. Four potions and you're still this badly hurt - both of you - I dislike leaving things to heal on their own when we're so pressed for security and time."

They needed supplies, and this place was so... primitive. The consideration of more advanced cities was a good one, at least - though they'd still need to find their way there, and a means to pay for it all. "I'd considered returning to Midgar for supplies." Tseng admitted, uncharacteristically quiet. "But with materia useless, I can only expect the potions we'd left would be inert, now, and I didn't feel it was worth the... visitation." And if he'd walked through that overgrown mess of city streets he could recognize if he looked carefully.... well, he'd begun to doubt his own mind when he'd woken up for a reason.