Crimson . Secondary

CRIMSON . SECONDARY "Let's get this over with." . Reno of the Turks . Second in Command Indi. RP Blog {NSFW 18+} multi-ship “A Turk's job is not to ask questions, It's to finish the job. Even if it means giving up your life in exchange. They call us the nameless. We gave up the future when we signed. But when it's my time to go?—you will remember my name.”

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ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ

                           𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕀'𝕞 𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕

                                                            ɪꜰ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴅ...

[melamemea]

This blog is accepting development anons!

Bug my character about their past! Ask them about the things you wonder about! Give them scenarios to get their brain going! Today is all about bringing out the growth hiding within my character.

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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FF7- 

When things get boring at Healen’s Lodge for the Turks and Rufus and they want a pizza for a change but the only known delivery guy is still angry at them.

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So you want to join the Turks? Show me what you’ve got.

                                             || f o l l o w ||

Indie Role Play Blog for FFVII’s Reno Sinclair

15+ years RP experience

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“If you think there is a place on this planet that you can run where we can’t find you--yer in for a world of pain. You can cry and rage and fight all you want but the outcome will always be the same. I’ll say it once: Even if we have to take you back in pieces, you’ll answer to Shinra’s call. ”

                                                         Turks 101: We always complete the mission.

[crimsonsecondary]

//“🙋” + when is your muse's birthday and when did he join the Turks? ^^

>> 𝔸𝕤𝕜 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕦𝕟

“Alright, I love these kind of questions! Down to business…”

1. Reno was born on the cold, rainy day of November 5th.

2.  His first encounter with Turks, and the man who would shape his life was when he was 15. He joined the military at 17 and was selected for the base Turk division when he was 18 where he quickly rose through the ranks.

Feel free to check out the RENO link on the main page to see some more Muse details & thanks for following! 

[crimsonsecondary]

The flower girl giggled as she watched the uncomfortable expressions play across the red haired Turk's face, dropping the flower crown onto his head. "There, all done."

“Ah…..”

While not the most cohesive response to the current situation, Reno to his saving grace did not rip the crown off of his head upon touchdown. Sitting cross legged in the church filled with h e r flowers, the Turk looked completely out of place, his discomfort obvious. As Aerith hummed softly to herself with that gentle smile, moving past him again towards her flowers stretching up to the sun, Reno slowly reached up to pull off the crown.

“Hey.”

He spoke, his usual boisterous tone nothing but. 

“When will you tell him the truth.”

Wouldn’t it all be easier? For everyone?

He could barely believe how out of character his question was. It wasn’t his business. But something about this girl not telling the SOLDIER the truth rubbed him wrong—that she knew them far better then she would like to admit. That she knew them far longer than that blonde haired kid could even imagine.  

[crimsonsecondary]

A Haiku - To Our Fearless Leader

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ

ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ

ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ

_

“What th’ actual hell...”

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[princessstabbity]

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ᴮˡᵘʳʳᵉᵈ ᴸⁱⁿᵉˢ

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"How do you feel about Rufus?"

Reno sat up at his partners left field question, eyebrow quirked. “Pfft...why, are ya looking for a coupe for the number 2 spot?” He retorted before shaking his head at the stoic--and expected--silence from Rude who had gone back to his paper.  The two Turks were in the Shinra lounge on the 63rd floor, two of the few employees left still working this late. The normally the busy area that was always scattered with employees was mostly empty and Reno and Rude had secured a lounger and seating area by one of the floor to ceiling windows to the left of the staircase. President Shinra had them all working overtime this evening since the Avalanche activity had been on the uptick.

“The VP...” The red head started before trailing off. What did he think of Rufus? Rude’s casual way of just saying his first name in many ways has summed it up in ways he could never expand on.

“That’s just it, isn’t it?” He spoke quietly, allowing himself to lie back down on the chaise, arms behind his head as he allowed his gaze to focus on the overhead lightning. “It isn’t obligation...it’s just...” Reno shook his head. “Way to put me on th’ spot, aibou...” He snarked with a laugh.

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“It’s all fun until someone gets eviscerated.”

“Leg…. I’m only goin’ to the restroom. Damn.”

Gaia knows what horrors this man had seen. Only Gaia.

No one else wanted to know. 

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The woman sashayed her way through the Turks’ office, each of her hands tightly holding a cup of coffee by their flimsy plastic lids. Though she herself preferred an iced, she had decided today to get two piping hot black coffees on her way to work. One for her and the other for...well, he couldn’t say she never did anything for him now. She chuckled at this thought as she turned to face the flame-headed Turk, her right arm extending to shove a hot cup directly in the others face. “Mornin’!”

“Yo, Shotgun!”

Reno gave a lazy wave as the brunette approached, pulling himself up with a stifled yawn. “---!” His eyes widened as the female sharpshooter suddenly thrust the hot coffee cup directly into his face. The Turk lifted his hand and took the steaming cup from the girl who was looking at him with a very expectant look on her face, one eyebrow arched as if to ask ‘welllllllllll?’

“Thank you?” Reno offered before laughing with a shake of his head. Leaning back, the Turk took his first sip, abruptly burning his tongue but barely flinching. Gods know that only a fool would piss off a woman who had clearly picked up these two cups during peak time at Wall Market.  Not that the trek through the canyon back to Midgar wasn’t beautiful in that early morning light...but he digressed. Taking another-more cautious- sip, the pilot set the cup down on the desk beside him. “So was this coffee a bribe, threat, or request for me t’spot ya the next?” He spoke with a gentle smirk tugging at his lips. Amongst the Turks, Reno had close relationships with a few where he could genuinely go head to head and let loose and Shotgun was amongst the select. His go-to bickering/bitching/drinking partner on the down low so that Gun didn’t gripe to the higher ups and Knives didn’t get a stick up his butt---Lauren.

Sneaking a glance around the office, the Turk bent closer, voice low. “Did Tseng find th’ ‘gift’ we left him yet?” he muttered, a glint of mischievousness in those mako tinted eyes. “I even got here early t’watch the festivities unfold....” 

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[text] Stop ignoring me and pick up your phone

The PHS went off for the tenth time that morning on the table in front of the red head, the buzzing almost lost amidst the copious amounts of last night’s empty dinner boxes strewn haphazardly across the surface. 

KEW KEEW KEEEEEEEEEE

Mako tinted eyes darted away from the black COMM and back to the television screen, jerking the game controller to the right to steer his starship out of the way of the enemies fire. “C’mon Laney...” He spoke out loud, moving to the edge of the couch as the little galactic ship performed a double roll under the belly of the Imperial warship. “It’s my...” He twisted the controller violently up as his airship followed, grazing it’s wing on the metal edges of the tunnels “..day OFF!” The pilot hit both the trigger buttons as the ships missiles released, soaring into the open mouth of the target in accuracy that only came from staying up most of the night to perfect.

As the victory music played loudly from the screen, Reno fell back in satisfaction, the controller falling from his hands as he stretched. 

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzz.

Again?

“I’m startin’ to think you just miss me...” He murmured with a grin before reaching for the phone and flipping it open on the fifth ring.

“Reno here.” He answered casually. “This better be Rufus-set-himself-on-fire-by-accident-again urgent.... I have a galaxy t’save!”

[laerel]

“Easy, D!”

I wanted to draw more of him with Dark Nation / Dark Star! I used a photo as a reference.

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