high voltage

[devilreno]

i remembered my password

[turklights]

[hisnewera]

Rufus couldn't help but shrug a little bit. He was just playing around. He knew a lot better about his people than most things. But if he couldn't tease --- then. That was sad. So watching the other's reaction he smirked a little bit.

" -- Sadly, the more I think about it. The more I feel like Tseng might punish you a bit for that. Maybe put you in charge a lot more. What would you do then, when that happens?"

[devilreno]

Reno might have a tendency to run his mouth but knows when to bite his tongue or use it right. He bickers with Elena all the time. Except, this time— he is choosing his words wisely. Even if he still allows himself to show that he indeed has dignity despite this being the President with whom he’s talking with. All seems well to the Turk. A little playful banter never hurts.

“I would do my job. An’ ace it.”

[devilreno]

Cont. [x] // @sometimesrufus

Тhe Turk’s eyebrow twitches upward lightly with intrigue and before he knows it his back meets the wall behind him. The edges of his lips form a smirk as a hum is sound past them. Vivid turquoise hues take in the determination conveyed in the other’s icy gaze. He’d hoped to have made the first move but looks like Rufus is two steps ahead. And over. That’s fine, they’re just starting. Excitement in the form of a delightful wave of sweet adrenaline washes over the Turk, derived from the anticipation for what would come next. He brings a hand up before delicately brushing the pad of his thumb across the smooth surface of skin on the other’s cheek. How long has it been since he had the chance to do this?

“Like ya gotta ask.”

[turklights]

Not too shabby.

[hisnewera]

" Mmm. Maybe you are right, we don't need you leading the charge, half the time anyway. You are more of a follower regardless --- So I think I'll do you a favorite.. "

[devilreno]

The Turk tilts his head, questioning where all that came from— Normally, he would’ve argued right ahead. But he’s already aware of the mind games that are being played. Of course, he knows how to lead. That’s enough to him. But he'll humor them both.

“… So this is what I'll be ‘missin' out’ on? Slander? You’re right, Prez. This is in my favor.”

[devilreno]

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder. from tae!

actions speak louder than words // @celestrahl

Some missions take a lot of energy out of them but once they’re at HQ nothing else matters, the tension from earlier is gone, and they can take a break. Reno takes a seat on the couch and leans his head back, his legs being slightly outstretched and relaxed. The dimmed light of the office is perfectly promoting a possible upcoming nap. But that would have to wait until a bit later.

Once Tae enters the premises, Reno gestures at her to come join him on the couch so they can rest together. The light weight of Tae’s head leaning on his shoulder is soothing in the sense that all went well, Tae is well, and this is their time to physically recover. Reno's heartbeat is steady, his eyelids falling halfway as he's fixated on a random spot on the floor. He eases the muscles on his shoulders fully before tilting his head carefully to fall on top of hers. Thoughts gradually become less and less, time rolls by in its silent and endless way. The calmest they’ve been.

[hisnewera]

"Well, Tseng is away. What would have been the odds of this going downhill? It's always a toss-up. Could just blame it on you, anyway."

[devilreno]

“Y’know, it’s not all that bad. If you do that, there’s an eighty-nine percent chance Tseng wouldn’t put me in charge of supervising, so that saves me the effort.”

[hisnewera]

"I was left unsupervised"

[devilreno]

“What are the odds? ‘Least it wasn’t me this time.”

[devilreno]

someone called for a red fox?

[toherrys]

💗

[devilreno]

@sweettifalockhart

[sweettifalockhart-archived]

Muscles tensed all through her being, and joints braced for whatever would come. Tifa expected the burn of acid across her skin, or punctured flesh from unforgiving fangs. She hears the impact first, and lashes greet tightly in fear. Static is heard instead, and a woeful moan from the creature echoes in the air.

Clutching her wounded side, Tifa looks up with cheeks marred by dirt and drying blood. She gasps, her body almost shooting away from the Turk. Her attempt is not successful --instead, she winces in pain as blood seeps through her fingers. Having encountered her fair share of fights, Tifa knew when her body is at its limit. Now is one of those times; when pain tears through her being and her vision is shaken.

"...Potion... Please--" Her voice is strained, desperate. And she kicks herself for being at the mercy of a Goddamn Turk.

[devilreno]

Right when the fiend’s claws clash with his Electro-Mag Rod, Reno realizes that if he gets contacted at any second from now on, he might get in trouble for straying from the mission. But that’s highly unlikely, at least the Turk was barely bothered with calls right at the beginning.

However, he could hear the troops calling out, knowing they would show up and see what is happening. For that he must improvise.

Tifa’s plead wasn’t left unnoticed as the Turk motions his free hand into the open collar of his jacket to take out a potion. He shifts his position so his hand is hidden behind his form and right in front of Tifa. The potion disintegrates as soon as its contents are released, in the process of healing the brawler. Fangs make an attempt to bite at Reno’s weapon, resulting in the fiend becoming electrocuted and releasing a loud growl. The Turk takes this chance to propel his one leg and land a kick to its jaw. This prompts the beast to move backward just enough for there to be an open space for them to escape.

“No one told me there would be a ten feet tall brute rampaging east from back there—“ Reno voices towards the trooper that informed him about the stranded Avalanche member. It was half a lie since the Turk did see the fiend from the top of the column he was standing. But he’d rather this be seen as an ‘accidental encounter’.

“What’re ya waitin’ for? Get to work!” The Turk commands.

“Yes sir!”

As the troopers fixate on the fiend, the Turk finds this chance to turn to Tifa.

“Lost your buddies?”

He was going to tell her to leave so that he can play it off like she’d gotten away. But then again, he is aware she is alone and still somewhat injured. This one time it’d be convenient for that merc to show up. The one time Reno would pretend like nothing happened and get back to his duty instead.

[sweettifalockhart-archived]

Misfortune has taken a liking to the fighter, for her journey thus far has been naught but perilous. Rest --of the soul and body is just out of reach, deceivingly attainable yet fleeting and unsure. This time, Tifa was certain her journey would end; though not as nicely as she had hoped.

She had ventured too far from the others, and is struggling to bear the fiend's inflictions. Her mind is becoming hazy, and the edges of her vision are blurred with confusion. A knee falls to the floor and a dull ache encapsulates her leg. Ill-equipped, the fighter had run out of potions. She attempts to survey the area, in hopes of finding a chance to escape. When she looks back however, the creature had cast a limb in her direction and the fighter is convinced that this is the end.

@devilreno

[devilreno]

Turks have been dispatched on individual missions, accompanied by a few troopers in a joint enterprise to enhance performance and progress. If one would ask Reno, he’d rather venture alone. He’s much faster alone and gets things done smoothly. With an extra hand he’d have to be considerate of others. If they aren’t Rude then he already know it’s going to be hassle. But so be it.

“Sir! A member of Avalanche has been spotted east from here. They appear to be alone. We surveyed the area for the others but couldn’t see anyone.”

Perched onto one of the tallest columns once belonged to a building, now completely in ruins, Reno raises himself up and to inspect the horizon. Not a human, but a fiend captures his frame of sight in the distance, in the same location the trooper mentioned. Looks like Reno’s got two options. One— let the fiend take care of it. Or two, be nosy about it.

“Looks like someone’s in deep shit. Let’s snoop then.” Reno half hopes It’s Cloud. He has unfinished business to do, after all. With one fluid frontal flip, the Turk lands smoothly on the ground. Except, he won’t be wasting his time walking there. Instead, he’s off in a trail of jagging electric particles.

He’s hidden behind a tree, facing the back of the creature that appears to be in attack mode.

“C’mon, c’mon, who is it?” Reno moves to the side just enough to spot the long flowing black hair belonging to— Tifa.

Reno throws one more look around. Where’s that merc? Shouldn’t he be going hero or something? On one hand, it isn’t Reno’s business to intervene. On another, his conscience is telling him that he shouldn’t just leave the girl behind to fend for herself. Oh, and one more. Pretty sure Rude would’ve been on the go to save her by now.

The Turk clicks his tongue. He gets moving, taking notice of the slightly tilted form of the tree he is standing behind by climbing it with ease. The branches lean over right above the fiend which gives him the advantage to approach from above. His EMG lights up via the switch as the Turk gets ready for action. Propelling himself forth, he abruptly comes between the beast and Tifa, his weapon blocking its limb from landing a hit.

[sixba]

Cont. II @devilreno

The cub gave Reno another lick for good measure before he gave his hand a sniff as a soft growl emitted from his throat. One day he'd be big and strong enough to help take down Avalanche and not have the Turks do all the work. Even though the scent was faint it still lingered in his nostrils ike something rotten and the cub hated it.

Not the scent itself. It more or less reminded him that he was still small and unable to help with anything or to do any real damage yet. Still just a liability if anything happened to him on a real mission.

"I'm gonna bite him for you someday. The guy that keeps messing you up." Simba piped up as he turned to face the direction of the door with a slight scowl. He meant it too. Now that he'd finally gotten ahold of the culprit scent wise? He was motivated. "Real good." Turning back to the redhead, Simba's tail swayed. "Can we do training when we get back?"

[devilreno]

Reno removes his glove as soon as Rude hands him the first aid kit. The way he got the wound was in an attempt to retrieve his weapon and that pesky merc had cut into his hand the moment he took it. Reno seems to be the lucky one to have gotten away with just a slash. He’d like to keep his hand on himself, thanks.

Once the wound is disinfected, Reno starts bandaging it. Meanwhile, he could hear Simba talking. He’d rather not risk any of that. The last thing he’d want is Simba ending up hurt too.

“Nah, it’s a’ight. I’ll handle him myself.”

Most of the times Reno is only messing around whenever he encounters Avalanche members. Of course, if his mission doesn’t involve having to fight them. But that merc— he’s always giving his all. Unless someone else tries to stop him, Reno is almost sure he could kill straight off. Well, it’s something Reno could relate to. Then again, he still can’t phantom how a guy like him could get this powerful in a battle. Compared to other SOLDIER members, he stands out each time.

Training sounds good. One way to let the steam off as well.

“Sure thing. Think we’re done here.” He turns to Rude as they take off in the sky. Reno motions his arms behind his head to rest for awhile until they return.

[devilreno]

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving. 🥺 / once again: i'm so happy you're baaaaack gfdgd ❤

actions speak louder than words // @sacredflorist

“And stay down—“

The sole of Reno’s shoe briefly holds down a thief who’d made an attempt to steal hard-earned money from innocent people. The Turk managed to spot him prior to making Aerith his next target while the girl was selling her flowers to kind customers.

“You’re gonna return all that cash you’ve stolen, ya hear me?” Eyes scrunched into a frown, his voice warning, demanding. And to make sure the guy listens, the Turk positions his weapon with the very end pointed at the man. A single spark is enough to startle him into throwing the bag with the gil. Reno catches it before lifting his foot off, harshly. In these circumstances, he wouldn’t have even let this man get away with all of this. But since Aerith is watching, he mentally registers that he can’t go far. Not in front of her at least.

“Scram!” He snaps. The guy stumbles on his feet as he gets up but eventually as he runs off he gets out of their sight.

Since that’s over, Reno repositions his weapon in a leisurely position above his shoulder. He turns to Aerith and hands her the bag with the gil.

“Dunno whose this is but whateves’.”

He gestures the girl a goodbye with his hand and turns on his heels to distance himself. The next thing he feels a hand gripping his own.

“Huh?” The Turk tilts his head, capturing Aerith in his peripheral vision.

“Guess, it’d be better if I stay just a lil’ longer to make sure everything’s good, huh?” While that is technically a good reason, he knows there’s more to it. Normally, the Turk wanders in the shadows, preferring not to disrupt Aerith. But if she wanted him to stay then that’s fair enough. It means he’s wanted around at least.

[devilreno]

*Boops his nose*

@sweettifalockhart

The edges of his lips tug upward and a light hum emits them at the playful gesture.

“Hi there.” The look in his turquoise gaze softens just enough to reveal a tiny bit of this deep appreciation and infatuation he has towards her. Just seeing her could make his day.

[devilreno]

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver

actions speak louder than words // @sixba

Fingertips dripping in crimson proceed to hold the EMG despite the wound on his arm. Adrenaline is flooding his system, numbing any pain for the time being and giving him the advantage to fight back. Reno could hear Rude clearing his throat, however he is purely fixated on those smoldering mako eyes that are watching his every move. He can see his own reflection in the exterior of the sword the blond is wielding but that doesn't frighten the Turk— if anything, it infuriates him. What is it that he has— what is it that he is that makes him this strong? Can't be just Mako, can it?

Moments later, the rest of Avalanche begin to show up. The Turks have no business with them, so it was time for them to leave the current location.

“I wasn’t finished,” Reno scowls at Rude, making his way towards the helicopter. Simba has been coming with him on missions, mainly instructed to stay inside the aircraft.

Once he takes a seat, he sets aside his weapon. Reno glances down at the injury on his hand and grumbles something under his breath.

He could sense Simba’s rugged tongue cleaning the blood on his hand. Reno uses his other hand to lightly pat the cub between the ears.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s just a scratch. He got lucky. He won’t get away with it next time.”