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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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[alwaysarookie.livejournal.com]

Elena came walking out a few minutes later, tugging absently at the collar of her clothes. She'd packed her suit, but she'd gone out and purchased some local travel clothes, baggy pants and a shirt and her coat, but she wasn't really used to them yet.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm here. I was trying to make this less itchy," she smiled at Reno as she moved to climb up onto her chocobo, checking the packs onc eshe had done so. Her arm was out of bandages, but she still had one on her head that she'd have to take off in the next day or two.

"You know the way?"

[te-dirige.livejournal.com]

Tseng had found the proposed inn easily enough - and more than his fair share of trouble along the way. Now he waited in the common room, nursing a local drink more for appearance than personal pleasure and watching for the arrival fo his Turks.

His suit had gained another layer of grime and dirt, and there was a bruise forming along his temple - but his pocket now had a decent amount of gil in it, and he'd taken the offender's bag more out of frustration than need - gaining himself several items of interest. It now sat at his feet, and he watched the room to see if there would be any reaction to it. So far, it had been rather pointedly ignored- which was telling in itself. A matter worth investigation, if only to prove his theories right - but not now. Now was simply waiting, for his Turks, and for that connection to Rufus to be remade.

Tseng had work to do.