Don't call me a rookie!

Independent rp blog for Elena of the Turks

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Too Close Quarters

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“Reno, get your gear, it’s time for us to go!” The perky looking blond stood in the doorway of his office, already in her heavy parka, the supply bag tossed over her shoulder.  “Yeah, I know you hate the place, being sent to Icicle again already.” To be honest Elena wasn’t too fond of the cold herself, but missions took all of them where they did. 

She had her own reasons for hating to be in the north, the last time she’d been there, well. .. best not to dwell on what had happened to she and Tseng in the snowy wastes that day, best to tune it out and shove it entirely out of her mind. They’d be flying out to Icicle, and  then rappelling down into the crater. Rufus wanted to be sure there was nothing of Jenova left, he did not want to risk another rebirth of Sephiroth when the world was finally getting back on its feet.

“Of course he wanted you to fly, you’re the best pilot we have.” a shrug at that. Elena had packed extra coats, blankets, potions in case they were needed, and several extra clips for her pistol. She hadn’t brought the grenades,  far too dangerous in the environment they would be in for those. 

There were a lot of things that Elena hadn’t shared about what had happened in the place where they were going. Things that had ripped into her soul with cold claws and ripped pieces of her out, things that got shoved down into the recessed that all Turks developed after a time. “I’m ready, sempai.” 

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>>My muse is supposed to cook a holiday feast for their family that’s coming to visit from out of town, but has no idea how to cook the traditional holiday food and has enlisted your muse to help.<<

“What th’ hell do ya mean there’s a difference between th’ two!?” The Turk all but yelped as he tossed a dishtowel over the flaming pot, the PHS cradled in place by his raised shoulder as the Turk swore, the pot on the left now bubbling over.

An annual tradition, there was an internal office meal cooked between major holidays—a kind of dinner appreciation for the Turks who worked around the clock for the mega conglomerate. Per tradition, a single member of the team was chosen to prepare the dishes with an assistant of their choice.

Stubbornly, the red head had refused anyone’s help, bragging about his abilities in the kitchen and taking advantage of the fact that the only members of the team that actually knew his skill level were abroad on missions. Which brought him to today—on the phone with Elena who was flying back from Junon, arguing over the differences between sugar grades.

“Yeah… YEAH..yeah I get it already!” He yelled back into the receiver, gaze narrowed as he tossed the flaming pot into the sink with a loud bang, the smoke instantly swirling up to the ceiling as hot met cold. “What? That was nothin’! Just someone openin’ th’ door?! I—what?! Of course I didn’t burn it!”

Reno growled, one foot pulling the oven door open as the thick black smoke billowed out, coughing violently and waving an oven mitt as he tried to turn the water on faster to stop the smoke from pot number one.

“Well if ya know so damn much why aren’t you here!?” He growled, reaching out to grab the tray and burning himself with a hiss before kicking the door shut, spilling the flour onto the floor with the motion.

“It’s gonna be perfect! Shiva, Lena stop worryin’ so damn much!”

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There would be a soft under her breath mutter of “If I didn’t love this dumbass, I’d kill him.” right before she gathered her temper and spoke more loudly. “Listen, I’ll be back in two hours, Reno. I’ll fix whatever you fucked up then and finish the rest. Just wait for me, ok?”  The blonde Turk had not even fully realized what she had just said, much less the implications of it, as she got her bags together inside the cabin, just praying that the airship landed before he managed to burn down the Turk floor. 

Not that Elena didn’t mean what she’d said, but it’d had taken months for her to even be comfortable with a relationship past the teasing one they’d had since they’d met, getting over the Director had not been easy for one, but soon enough she’d begun to see Reno’s teasing for what it was. He hid his heart of gold under that rough exterior, and teased to keep people at a distance. It had taken her some time to get that, but when she did she couldn’t help but tease back. 

“Try not to burn down the HQ. I’ll be back soon and I’ll finish the rest of it. I was supposed to anyway, but well, getting sent to Junon sort of waylaid that.”  

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“I have something to tell you…”

“Hm? What is it?” Legend pushed his welding mask up and eyed Elena with curiosity.

“Something wrong?”

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“You….what?  You’re what?”  Zed nearly dropped the welding torch in his shock, but thankfully cut the flame off before any damage could be done.  He took off the heavy work gloves and ran his fingers absently through his hair, shaking his head.

“Elena.  Tell me you’re joking -  “  Zed swallowed hard, laying a hand on her shoulder, though he knew damned well she was not joking, not with that expression on her face.  He felt the strangest mix of emotions; shock, surprise, anxiety - and a bit of wonder at all of it.  I never thought this would happen again.

Of course, just becaue Elena was pregnant didn’t neccessarily mean she wanted to keep the baby, either; Zed’s thoguhts were getting ahead of him.

“Have you decided what you want to do?” he asked her quietly.  Gods, he felt like a cad - she was half his age, for Shiva’s sake, or nearly.  Not that either one of had actually planned on sleeping together, it had just happened.

“I had planned on keeping it.” she said quietly. “Not the kid’s fault that I didn’t think.” The blonde shrugged. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t afford to raise a child, even if it was likely that Tseng would have a field day that she’d slept with Legend of all people. Even if they weren’t together, he was still extraordinarily protective of her. “Besides, I’m already in my mid twenties, and with my career the way it is snagging a husband isn’t too likely, and I always wanted a family one day. This might be my only opportunity for me to have it, even if I hadn’t planned it and it was an accident. Take the good out of it that you can, ya know?” 

“Not sure how to break the news to the Director or to Reno. Sempai’s always been pretty protective of me even if he used to pick on me a lot when I was still a rookie. “ she laughed. “Not that he has any room to talk, he’s sleeping with Cloud.” 

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“I have something to tell you…”

“Hm? What is it?” Legend pushed his welding mask up and eyed Elena with curiosity.

“Something wrong?”

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“I’m pregnant.” the two words, just laying out there like a stone ready to drop. “I know it has to be yours, the one night stand we had was the only time I’ve had sex since. . .well. ..” and her cheeks bloomed a bit pink, despite her confidence and talkativeness there were still some things she was uncomfortable with. “Since Tseng, and that was last year.” 

The single encounter with her boss that had ended in them not talking for three months wasn’t something she liked to talk about. 

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"Reno, it's about time you got back, sempai. Let's try not to get ourselves shot up and disappear off the face of the earth for three months again?"

“Pfft. C’mon Lena.” Reno smirked before setting his coffee back down on the table. “Gettin’ shot was not part of th’plans and ya know it.”

Mako tinted hues studied the blonde’s face before grinning. “But damn did I miss yer naggin’.”

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She laughed. “Yeah yeah. I’ve missed your mouth and trying to keep up with your pranks.” Elena had loosened up a good bit “Not.”  But there is something about this dance with her superior that fascinates her to no end, and she can’t help the smile. 

“So, you coming out with the rest of us tonight, Sempai? We’ve missed you on karaoke night.” 

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//from Sparky’s Elena. . .spaghetttttti lol.//

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“The Golden Compass” sentence starters

“You cannot change what you are, only what you do.”

“That is the duty of the old, to be anxious on the behalf of the young. And the duty of the young is to scorn the anxiety of the old.”

“You are so young, too young to understand this, but I shall tell you anyway and you’ll understand it later.”

“When a little boy is growing, he thinks he is immortal.”

“Each time becomes more painful, until finally your heart is broken.”

“You speak of destiny as if it was fixed.”  

“We are all subject to the fates.  But we must act as if we are not, or die of despair.”  

“When he’d sworn at her and been sworn at in return, they became great friends.”  

“All good things pass away.”

“Human beings can’t see anything without wanting to destroy it.”

“I’m going to destroy it.”

“Death is going to die.”

“Being a practiced liar doesn’t mean you have a powerful imagination. Many good liars have no imagination at all; it’s that which gives their lies such wide-eyed conviction.”  

“Death will sweep through all the worlds; it will be the triumph of despair, forever.”

“When you live for many hundreds of years, you know that every opportunity will come again.”  

“If a coin comes down heads, that means that the possibility of its coming down tails has collapsed. Until that moment the two possibilities were equal.”

“If there is war to be fought, we don’t consider cost one of the factors in deciding whether or not it is right to fight.”

“ What would it matter if you did?”  

“When you choose one way out of many, all the ways you don’t take are snuffed out like candles, as if they’d never existed.”

“One moment several things are possible, the next moment only one happens, and the rest don’t exist.”

“We feel cold, but we don’t mind it.”

“Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season.  We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, and clever; and they die almost at once”  

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“What’s happening is that the Shadows are responding to the attention you pay them.”  

“I didn’t have anything in mind, and you well know it.”

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Send 🌹to give my muse a rose.

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Kisses Meme; Send a word for my muse to react to!

Thunder: Your muse is irate, and mine pushed one to many buttons (accidental or on purpose; up to you.) Shut my muse up with a kiss.

Lightning: Your muse has been wanting contact with my muse all day. They finally get it--during their fifteen minute break at work.

Sunshower: It's been a long day--and all your muse wants to do is lay around with mine and reconnect with kisses and contact.

Heatwave: My muse has been sending yours flirty texts all day. When your muse meets up with them after work, the first thing yours does is kiss them breathless.

Gale: Your muse really wanted to kiss mine. Really really wanted. So much that sitting on my muse's lap to get their attention and stealing the book they were reading sounded like a great idea.

Cool Breeze: Our muses just made up from a horrible fight--and the relief turns into kisses in the kitchen at 2 in the morning.

Snowstorm: The heat's gone out, and our muses have made a nest with every blanket in the house. Contact is good for keeping warm, right? So are kisses, apparently.

Foggy: Your muse just came home from a business trip--and it's been a while. My muse's idea of a welcome home is pressing them against the wall and kissing them before they even get their shoes off.

Gloomy: My muse's day has been dragging on since six am. When they finally get home from work, your muse kisses them slow, to remind them that even slow-paced quiet things can be good to.