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timeandtides_backup2010-01-19 08:52 pm
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A time to heal.
Characters: The Turks
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Tseng needs to talk to his men one on one- and vice versa.
Location: Treno
Date: January, 1804
Warnings: Angst, most likely. Snark. Reno's involved, so swearing. Tseng is probably kicking their emo up around their ears.
Turks were made to withstand a lot of things, Tseng knew. It was really a shame no one had thought to prepare them for this.
'This' being the catch-all he was forced to use when he attempted to reconcile that he and his men had been transported here, with Rufus, to another world where others from yet other worlds had also arrived - and not only people, but whole cities and landmarks as well. In addition, there wasn't any sort of timeframe being employed by their mysterious force of arrival - unless one wanted to count 'any time within a decade' as a timeframe. There was no materia, though magic seemed to be still in supply to some. Old friends - no, allies were here along with enemies - and even more threats lurked around virtually every corner. There were no answers that could be given, only more questions to be found.
And ShinRa had little to no power here - low funds, no base of operations, and little respect. Even so, Turks had been taught to work and thrive in almost any situation....
But they'd failed to even consider something like this.
Tseng was still proud of his men, that they'd done so well on so little as it was. The issues now were more... emotional. More based on poor choices made in heated moments, and the repercussions that held. He'd given Reno and Rude time to settle things between each other but they'd made little progress - and the sort of applied distance couldn't be afforded, here and now especially. Thankfully, Tseng had more than a little experience in both this situation - and in helping the pair remove their heads from their collective asses when necessary. This was why he'd waited until they'd separated (not a difficult task at the Inn, surprisingly) and sought them out for a private conversation.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Tseng needs to talk to his men one on one- and vice versa.
Location: Treno
Date: January, 1804
Warnings: Angst, most likely. Snark. Reno's involved, so swearing. Tseng is probably kicking their emo up around their ears.
Turks were made to withstand a lot of things, Tseng knew. It was really a shame no one had thought to prepare them for this.
'This' being the catch-all he was forced to use when he attempted to reconcile that he and his men had been transported here, with Rufus, to another world where others from yet other worlds had also arrived - and not only people, but whole cities and landmarks as well. In addition, there wasn't any sort of timeframe being employed by their mysterious force of arrival - unless one wanted to count 'any time within a decade' as a timeframe. There was no materia, though magic seemed to be still in supply to some. Old friends - no, allies were here along with enemies - and even more threats lurked around virtually every corner. There were no answers that could be given, only more questions to be found.
And ShinRa had little to no power here - low funds, no base of operations, and little respect. Even so, Turks had been taught to work and thrive in almost any situation....
But they'd failed to even consider something like this.
Tseng was still proud of his men, that they'd done so well on so little as it was. The issues now were more... emotional. More based on poor choices made in heated moments, and the repercussions that held. He'd given Reno and Rude time to settle things between each other but they'd made little progress - and the sort of applied distance couldn't be afforded, here and now especially. Thankfully, Tseng had more than a little experience in both this situation - and in helping the pair remove their heads from their collective asses when necessary. This was why he'd waited until they'd separated (not a difficult task at the Inn, surprisingly) and sought them out for a private conversation.