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Elena was seated on a box outside of the inn, and while outwardly she wasn't that injured...a few finger-shaped bruises on her neck, a burn on the base of her skull, it was the interior problems that were a concern. She'd downed four potions so far, and she still couldn't get her body to stop...well...shaking. Especially her hands.

She currently had them pressed against her knees, clinging to the joint to try and steady them...the vibrations weren't nearly as bad in her legs. She had never gotten electrocuted before...but she had no intention of doing it again.

When she saw Reno approaching, she immediately pulled her pistol out of her coat and pointed it at him. "Stay back," but the barrel is swaying rather badly back and forth. The fact that she managed to shoot the evil Tseng earlier was probably a miracle.

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His eyes narrowed on her and Reno saw the shaking, the look in her eyes. This Elena wasn't going to hurt him if she didn't have to. "Elena, put your gun down..." His words were hoarse after being punched in the throat by his partner and as he lifted his hands to show he wasn't going to attack, more blood seeped from his stomach, his broken wrist held at an odd angle.

"It's okay, I'm in no shape to fight you."

He moved closer, his hands still in the air as he limped on his twisted ankle. He hoped, just hoped Elena wasn't going to finish him off with one bullet.

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Well, Reno actually looked like she felt. As he got closer, the woman hesitated a few times...and then finally shoved the gun back into her coat, missing twice before she got it in. She sighed, leaning back against the wall of the inn.

"You look like crap," she commented, watching him as he approached. And then she reached out with her shaking hand and pulled a few potions from her pocket, holding them out towards him.

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"And you look like your baked," he replied, mimicking her shaking hands before taking the potions and swiftly using them, feeling very little effect at all. Shifting to sit beside her, propping himself up against the wall, he took slow breaths. This was rediculous. He was in crazy amounts of pain.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Reno coughed slightly, wincing at the pain again. "I feel like crap. I got a sneaky suspicion I have a black eye under all this blood."

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"Considering your usual habits, Reno, I wouldn't be surprised." Tseng spoke from around the corner, carefully stepping down the staircase and favouring his left side. He'd overheard the conversation before he sae his men - and that faint smile of his disappeared as he took in their shattered states.

He'd purchased, with limited funds, a few hi-potions, which he'd been assured would be more powerful than the regular sort (which had proved rather useless, as far as he was concerned). He hadn't noticed a difference in potency for his own dosage - but that didn't mean it wouldn't help his men (so he hoped) and he wordlessly offered two bottles out, one towards Reno, the other, Elena.

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"I did get baked," Elena muttered, closing her eyes. "Some...evil clone of you hit me in the spine with that stupid shock rod you carry." She shivered at the memory. "Every nerve in my body hurts..."

When Tseng spoke, Elena did her very best to sit up, and even managed it a little, though she was pretty obviously on the edge of tipping off her little crate she was sitting on. She reached out with shaking hands to take the potion bottle. "Thank you sir..."

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Rude hadn't wanted to leave Elena alone after their own encounter with the strange copies, but he had taken the numbing effects of adrenaline and gone off to try and find more potions. It had been a stupid risk, but Elena's condition worried him far more than he would let on, and he was just as confused as Reno was. He hadn't found much, and he was starting to feel the hits and shocks he had been able to ignore before, as well as the bullets firmly lodged in his shoulder.

Moving slowly now, holding his shoulder, the Turk took in the situation and then coughed to announce himself before sliding down next to Elena. "Still shaking?"

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Barely even hearing Elena and completely ignoring Tseng's offered medical aid, Reno was too distracted by the sight of his partner. The man who'd caused him the majority of his injuries. Gritting his teeth, Reno's blue eyes darkened and he literally dove at Rude, over Elena, his fist coming straight for Rude's face, intent on breaking his nose just like his was shattered.

He even shouted in absolute fury, completely ignoring any pain or words from the others. He was just seething.

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Thankfully, Elena had relieved Tseng's hand of the potion bottle - he would have had to make a tough choice elsewise. Now though he nodded at the approaching Rude - and stepped into Reno's path as the other went flying at his partner.
"RENO!" Tseng commanded, his voice that carefully tinted edge of command as he caught the red-head's fist in his free palm (painfully). "Stand DOWN."

They didn't need any more injuries here. They'd all seemingly dealt with copies of their own - and that was enough fighting for one day.

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Elena just nodded her head at Rude, not sure how trusting she was of her own voice. She felt rather pathetic, in a way...Rude and Reno were obviously more injured then her, and yet she was the one sitting there shaking like a...a little girl.

Still, she managed to stand up when Reno hurled himself past her, and was grabbing at his shoulders to try and slow him down, though between his moving and her hands shaking, she probably wasn't doing a very good job.

"Reno, stop!"

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He had no idea why Reno was lunging at him and attempting to break his face, but he was still on edge from before. When Reno hurtled toward him, he immediately raised a hand to block, letting go of his injured shoulder to be ready for a counter as he stood. Tseng and Elena got there first, though.

It had been an awful day, and now his partner was attacking him -- for real, and not because he'd been spit out of some statue. Staring at Reno for a moment, Rude turned, holding his shoulder again. "I don't know what your problem is, but fix it."

Cool indifference would work better than actually letting on just how much this hurt, even if the sudden movements meant blood was running down his arm again and his shake was worse than before.

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Reno was breathless and angry, and as Elena and Tseng grabbed hold of him, he pushed Tseng's hand away fast, almost as if he was disgusted by the man even touching him. Wavering slightly, he slumped to sit on the crate, gripping Elena's arm for support.

"You're the one that fucked me up, man. That's what my fucking problem is," Reno hissed at Rude, his bloodied face full of anger and what would obviously be a lot of hurt. He was so damn upset at the idea of Rude attacking him.

Turning his gaze on Tseng, he kept his anger in place. "And you! Trying to fucking shoot me, man!! How did you guys even get out of the Pyramids?"

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Tseng paused for a moment, giving Reno a long and calculating look.

"I am going to account this as shock affecting your ability to process clearly, Reno." Tseng began in an almost soothing tone that was more than a little uncharacteristic for him. "And I will inform you that this world has been beset by some form of creature called Epitaphs, and that their main goal seems to be that of attacking others with copies of those close to them. If you would check your phone, you'll see that others have also been attacked - and some have faired worse than we."

He could see the rebellious denial already start to form on Reno's face and cut it off with a slashed hand in the air between them. "No arguments. For one, proof would also be that I was seemingly attacked by you - and I doubt you recall initiating such a thing, not to mention that I left the false you with rather specific wounds you don't seem to have. For another, Reno." And Tseng's voice went hard, and cold. "If I wanted you dead, you know I wouldn't have beaten you to do it."

And that was it - Tseng was not going to take insult from the suspicion because Reno had obviously been injured enough to impair his reasoning . The Turks knew all too well that if Tseng wanted any of them dead, he was not the type to make it a fight; fair or otherwise. There would just be a shot.
It wouldn't be the first time.

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Just because Reno was yelling instead of attacking didn't mean Elena was going to risk letting go of him just yet. It wasn't until he sat down that she loosed said grip, letting him rest against her.

"It wasn't them, Reno. Really. Didn't you see the statues? They make copies of people. You zapped me, remember? But it wasn't you."

Her hand on Reno's arm is still shaking faintly, perhaps as an unconscious reminder.

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If turning around and hitting Reno for real wouldn't hurt as much, not to mention piss off Tseng, Rude probably would have. As it was, Tseng and Elena were taking care of explaining the business with the epitaphs to him, so Rude just spoke coldly. "I could snap your neck without breaking a sweat. I wouldn't waste time making my partner look like shark bait."

Most people would have said something like 'hamburger', and Rude normally would have. But first the attack by the epitaphs, watching as something that looked like Reno and something that looked like Tseng had tried to kill both him and Elena, and then killing them first, only to be attacked by the real Reno like this was fracturing Rude's almost impenetrable armor. 'Shark bait' was just a throw-back to his Costa del Sol origins; not a large one, and one most people wouldn't recognize, but he'd tried to leave that behind when he became a Turk, on Tseng's orders.

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Reno's eyes widened once he was aware of the facts. Unlike most people who would've tried to get more answers or just move on, Reno buried his aching face in his good hand, sighing heavily. "Shit..." Taking a slow breath, he looked up at Tseng, his blue eyes wide, his face full of frustration. "I didn't exactly have a chance to check my phone."

And then his gaze wandered to Rude and he couldn't resist punching to crate he was sat on. "Damnit." Pushing himself to his feet, Reno held his wrist to his stomach, pressing it against his deep gash. "I gotta lay down before I throw up..." Moving past Rude, Reno glanced to him again, his good hand squeezing Rude's good arm in the best silent apology he could manage.

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Everyone was on edge, everyone was injured, and this was no longer a meeting Tseng wanted to have outdoors where an audience might gather. It wasn't as though they had enemies here so much as the potential was something that made him worry. They didn't need anything else to go wrong.

"Reno, head upstairs. Elena, make sure he gets there." Tseng ordered, knowing that at least being able to rest and feel secure would help everyone. Elena was in the best shape to haul Reno if needed - and he and his partner needed at least a few moments to let the reality of matters sink in. "I'll be up momentarily to address your wounds - we're going to require additional help, it seems." And now he'd have to take Rydia's suggestion of calling for it - not that he had much choice. It was already apparent there weren't much in the way of resources in Dali.

Tseng handed Elena the hi-potion he still held- "Make sure he drinks that." It'd help (or so he hoped). When the pair were on their way, Tseng reached into his jacket and removed the last potion bottle, offering this one to Rude. "Here."
He hadn't missed that 'de Sol line sneaking back into Rude's voice - once the way the partners were looking at each other. This was going to be a mess to clean up indeed.

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Elena nodded at Tseng's order, putting an arm lightly around Reno to assist him inside. "If you throw up on me I'm going to shoot you, Reno," she said in that perfectly cheerful voice she had when she really, really meant something. The shaking wasn't so bad when she was really focused on holding something, so she actually felt a bit better as she was helping Reno into the inn and into the room.

She got him into the room and sat him down on the edge of the bed, handing him the high potion. "Drink this. Lie down." They weren't requests, at all. When he was finally laying down, and she had taken a moment to check him over and make sure he wasn't going to bleed to death...she let herself sit down on the bed, and after a moment or two of consideration, curled up into a ball next to him. Maybe sleeping would make said shakes feel better.

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Reno's silent apology wasn't met with much. Rude resolutely did not pull away, but he didn't acknowledge the gesture, either. It was possible that he was being a bit irrational, but that only made things worse. Turks were trained against that sort of things, if only because they were very, very good at killing people, and if they were irrational... well, a lot of people could end up dead. Rude had always been extremely good at keeping his emotions in check, but not with this.

With Elena and Reno gone, Rude shook his head to get Tseng to hold onto the bottle a bit longer. If he was going to take something that would heal him a bit, he had to get his gloves off first. His hands were rather badly messed up, both the usual wear-and-tear from fighting (though this was worse than usual) and from grabbing the fake Reno's EMR. That was the largest concern; Rude didn't want his burnt flesh accidentally merging with his gloves as it healed.

Gingerly pulling both gloves off, scowling at the sight of his hands, Rude took the offered hi-potion, careful not to spill it. He didn't say anything, though; Tseng had seen what had happened plain as day, and was better at reading between the lines than any of them.

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Reno put up with Elena's mothering silently, which was never a good sign, but she'd understand why. She'd seen the shit hit the fan and everything blow up as it had, so at least he didn't think she'd push him to talk much.

He was glad for her attention to him for a moment and drank the potion without complaint. Of course, when she curled up on the bed, Reno leaned up on one elbow, reaching out his good hand to stroke her hair gently. He'd been shocked more times than he was willing to admit and knew how horrible the first few times were. He was probably just used to it by now.

"Trap your hands between your knees, the shakes will stop after a little while." Discreetly, he traced his fingers down to check her pulse in her neck. It wasn't irregular so at least she wasn't going to have a heart attack. He knew well how to deal with someone who'd been electrocuted.

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They needed at least a few moments to settle - Tseng couldn't spare more than that, but Rude was always the rock of the group, after him.
Even then, this had still cut deeply - and not just in the physical sense.

"A false betrayal still feels like a betrayal. Especially when it comes from someone you trust with your life." Tseng spoke quietly, distantly- addressing the crate where Reno had sat, not Rude who stood beside him. The bald Turk never dealt well with emotions he couldn't shut away - or punch out.
"It's even more of a betrayal when those you trust suspect you of the same. One feels they should know better, even if one had a moment of uncertainty themselves."
Tseng's eyes travelled across the bloodstains Reno had left behind, over to the staircase, still not looking directly at Rude. "It hurts even more when that partner is trusted beyond simply being a Turk."
The last line was a little more pointed - but Tseng wanted to leave Rude some chance to avoid the conversation, if he really needed to.

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Any argument Rude could have (not to say that he would have) died at Tseng's last sentence. Still having the occasional violent twitch from the electric shocks he had received, part of Rude's mind hoped Tseng wouldn't notice or think any more of his twitch at the man's words, though he was smart enough to realize that it was unlikely. He wasn't going to lie to him, either, and... well, if the man already knew (or suspected, and Tseng's suspicions were often correct), there wasn't, in Rude's mind, much of a reason to deny it to his boss.

"...He didn't want you to know. Or Elena and Rufus." Of course, Rude hadn't either; they had wanted to figure it out for themselves, without overwhelming outside influences. But then statues had started spitting out copies of friends, and everything had turned ugly. Even now, though, Rude was putting Reno in front of him: he was hurt, yes, but he was already trying to protect his partner anyway. In fact, if the problem between the two of them because of the epitaphs wasn't treated correctly, he would continue to put Reno ahead of himself, and it would only lead to more trouble in the future.

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Tseng nodded slightly. Of course Reno hadn't - and neither would have Rude, for that matter. It wasn't that it was a private matter - it was simply that neither of them were particularly good at interpersonal relationships at the best of times. Something with that much implied meaning would have been difficult to reconcile - which was why it had taken them so damned long to even get to this point. He'd honestly expected it to come about after the whole mess with the clones, and when it hadn't...

Well, it was about time. Although possibly also ill-timed...

"Understandably." Tseng offered, voice quiet. "And I don't intend to mention it - now. It's been a difficult day for you both. For all of us." Tseng decided that was enough, and made his way towards the staircase. "Just be aware, that no matter what may or may not happen between you two - or anyone else: the choices you make are your own. The only thing I expect of you, both of you, is to be Turks."

He climbed the stairs. 'only Turks' was, in many ways, a gross understatement. That didn't matter - it wasn't any less true. Reno and Rude would sort matters out between them once they'd had time to settle and heal.

And if they didn't, Tseng would fix them.

Hopefully.

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Elena did as Reno suggested, trapping her hands between her knees. It did seem to help, though it was a bit uncomfortable in and of itself. "I think I'm going to wince every time you use that stupid rod on someone," she said softly, keeping her eyes closed. Elena had one of those rods too, all the turks (and possibly even the president) had one. She just never used hers. She didn't like them at all...and if she really had to fight hand-to-hand, she tended to kick anyway.

She was quiet for a long time before she finally spoke again, actually relaxing at the feel of his hand in her hair. It was...oddly soothing, especially for Reno. She suspected she was rather lucky he was so badly injured, otherwise she'd be getting groped.

"Do you think things like this happen on this planet often?" She finally asked. He had been here slightly longer than her, after all.

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Giving a slight groan as he settled back down, Reno kept his hand stroking her hair. "Yeah, well, it's no fun when you shock yourself. The rest of you guys just don't know how to handle a few hungred volts." It was a tasteless joke, but he wasn't exactly in high spirits.

Pondering her question, Reno coughed slightly, wincing in pain right after. "Probably. The monsters, the epitaphs... that big shift that happened before me and Rude got here... it's weird, y'know?"

He didn't like this planet one bit.

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"Mmm..." Elena made a vague sort of noise in response, not really moving much at first. She couldn't imagine accidentally shocking herself. But even then...Reno probably hadn't shocked himself in the spine, so it wouldn't have felt quite like this.

"On the upside," she said absently, shifting a bit, and then rolling over a bit. Was she curling up next to reno more? Yes. Was she moving enough so that he'd stop rubbign her head? Nope!

"There's no remnants or sephiroth clones or reunions here..."

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And he really did keep rubbing her head. Nearest thing to a cat, after all, and cats were soothing when you were feeling low. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to say that out loud. Not while he was in this state. He wouldn't be able to fight her off.

Her upside was a good one, though. "Yeah... they could show up, though. And go searching for their big brother..." That idea was actually very horrible.

Yawning slightly, he realised just how much that hurt and tried to stifle it. "Man, I feel like Hell..."

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Elena laughed, but it was a quiet, dry laugh that ended in a wince of pain. "Or Jenova could show up. I mean, why not? Dead people keep turning up, right? And she had to be alive at some point..."

Elena wasn't actually sure if that was bad or good...Jenova the creepy cells were bad, but had the being herself been? Well...probably.

"Try to stay still, the potions need time to help..."

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"I guess... I hope not." The very idea of Jenova showing up was just crazy. That'd mean they'd have to repeat everything they'd been through on the Planet. Sure, Rufus wasn't insane, like his dad, so there'd doubtfully be any SOLDIERs or the like, but there was still everything else.

Sighing heavily, he gave a small nod, withdrawing his hand to press the wound on his stomach. It was excruciating but the bleeding was still going...

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"I didn't mean stop rubbing my head," Elena said, her voice mostly joking, as Reno took his hand away to press into his wound. She knew what he was doing...it bothered her, in a sense, because it many ways it was an indication of how limited her field medic training was. It had been enough back home...

But then, they'd had hospitals back home. And doctors. Here, there...just weren't.

"This planet needs a hospital," she said with a sigh.

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Reno laughed slightly, shifting to press the forearm of his damaged arm to his wound instead, reaching his hand out to carry on rubbing Elena's hair. Thankfully, any blood on his hand was dried by now.

"It needs electricity first. I don't think my electro-mag rod will power the whole planet..." Despite the pain in his face, Reno gave Elena a gentle kiss on her forehead.

He actually felt guilty for what his copy had done to her. "Your shakes doing okay, El?"

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"Yeah, I know. I've been thinking about that, actually..." Elena had been dwelling on the things she had seen in this world. Lindblum had Steam engines and mist engines, Dollet had actual gasoline cars and electricity and such, and she'd heard rumors of a city that had a coal mine. "All the stuff we need to actually make electricity is here..."

She just wasn't quite sure how to put it all together.

There was a long pause before she answered his question, "a little better." It was mostly a lie. She had a feeling this was going to last for hours, honestly.

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