A time to heal.

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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.

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Glad that the majority of his wounds had been healed by Fran, and that the left overs were surface marks like little bruises or the small aches he could with, Reno was currently avoiding going back to his room. If Rude was there, it'd just be hours of not talking and staring at the wall in an awkward silence. He didn't feel like just sitting there and watching Rude brood. He was his best friend, his partner... his, well, his whatever and with his own stupid mistake (regardless of concussions) he'd ripped apart whatever friendship they'd had.

Sighing, and sipping his bottle of beer a second later, Reno was seated at the end of the hall upstairs, his cat curled in a small, scruffy ball on his lap. So, he was camped out on the floor? So what? It beat sitting in the quiet with Rude. In fact, he figured the cat was better company right now, even if it didn't have a name. It was his replacement partner for now. He was pretty damn glad he'd found it before they headed off to Dali.

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Even if the two of them hadn't been fighting, Reno would likely have been asked to leave their room anyway. Rude had been taken off-guard by creatures that he stood no chance at defeating alone twice now (the stone statue would have just kept spitting copies out at him if Elena hadn't been there with a Soft). He had had to make a rush-job of a bomb in an abandoned house the time before that, because there was no way he could punch a Midgar Zolom accompanied by Marlboros and Tonberries into submission. Rude was therefore in the room, doing one of the things he did best: making explosives.

Various items, both from shops and defeated monsters, were strewn across the table. Rude's sunglasses were to the side, as were his gloves. His fingers had been healed enough for him to handle this, though he wouldn't be punching anything unless he really had to. The door was unlocked, but the 'Do Not Disturb' sign was on it -- though as Turks, and especially Tseng as his boss, Rude was fairly certain that no one would pay any attention to it but the workers at the inn.

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Conversations had, discussion with Rufus complete - Tseng needed to sit down with his men and make sure everyone was clear on their plans for the foressable future.
Thankfully, they were easy to collect together.

Now, waiting for their arrival in the rented rooms above the cheap tavern, Tseng attempted not to pace.