Your muse has found my muse’s “Things I Can’t Say Out loud” journal.
Entry 47:
I’ve been here for about 3 months now. Tseng says my progress is going good but it’s a shame I can’t join for another year and a bit, but some of the Turks suggested sneaking me out.
Emma was one of them. That’s Gun btw. She’s taught me a few things, like text speak. She was talking about sneaking me out to go see her sister too. I think she said her name’s Elena? Showed me a picture of the two of them and said they look nothing alike.
Bull to the shit.
But apparently I remind her of her sister because we’re about the same age? Bit weird considering I’m neither a girl nor blonde but w/e.
I’m.. actually looking forward to meeting Elena someday. But I won’t be telling her that to her face. Or Emma. I’d never hear the end of it.
Your muse has found my muse’s “Things I Can’t Say Out loud” journal.
Entry 49:
Rude smiled today
I cracked a joke and he actually smiled. It was small and short but still. I’m a genius. Maybe Tseng was on to soemthing when he paired us up. Rude probably thinks I’m still annoying but I think he sees it too. Gonna try to get him to talk to me
“Rude” is probably a code-name (who would name their child that?) and I can see where it comes from, but he seems really nice. Should I get a g gift or something in case talking backfires?
Ugh, people are tiring
Entry 165:
I shot someone today. I don’t remember much of what happened but Tseng was there and told me to write about it here. There’s not really much to write.
I feel sick.
Entry 168:
Rude hasn’t spoken to me since we got back earlier. I think he doesn’t like me again. Hell, I wouldn’t like me either if I witnessed myself kill all those people. Might as well have. It didn’t feel like I was even there. I can’t tell Tseng about it. Will Rude tell Veld?
Do they already know?
Odin, I didn’t expect this line of work to feel like this. Gotta get over it quick. If enjoying it makes it feel better, so be it I guess.
Your muse has found my muse’s “Things I Can’t Say Out loud” journal.
Entry 20:
Got partnered with Rude for training today. Man, he’s such a pain. Tseng seemed amused by it when he paired us together but Rude looked… like he always does. All stoic and stuff. Didn’t stop him from trying to beat my ass though, but I returned it in kind. Managed to make him speak too. Didn’t catch what he said but it happened! Porbs called me a brat or something. But it counts.
I think I can get him to talk more often. He might have some good insight. Plus all the stuff Tseng’s been giving me to read says you should befriend the toughest guy though that did say something about prison.And the two Martial Artses(?) are probably tougher, but we seem to… nevermind
…..Tseng’s stuff also had someone with some cool facial markingsi kinda want those
Your muse has found my muse’s “Things I Can’t Say Out loud” journal.
I hope you know what you’re getting into~
Tseng granted Aerith access to The Department of General Affairs to keep her safe from ShinRa’s scientists. She was permitted to stay in Reno’s room (with said Turk’s permission) as everyone knew not to go in there. There was a pulling sensation from the desk in the room. Like something was dying for her attention. Inside the lone drawer sat a journal with the label ’Things I Can’t Say Out Loud’. She shouldn’t read it, of course.
But what was one little peek?
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Entry 1:
So I was given this jounral journal by Zeng Zheng Tson Tseng to write down things I shouldn’t say out loud? Apparently I could “get in trouble” fro having certain opinions around here. It’s dumb but he promised no-one would read it so… whatever. Training starts tomorrow.
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This lpace is big and scary
Entry 2:
Tseng had someone teach me some hadn to hand combat today. Some woman he called “Martial Arts”? What kind of a name is that? Hell, what kind of a name is “Reno”? And what is a “Turk”?
I don’t think Tseng likes me much
Entry 3:
Should I write about my first memories? All I remember is waking up and Tseng was there and I was scared. I didn’t know who or where I was. That’s a very scary feeling so don’t lose your memory again, Reno.
Had some more training today. I ache like hell but apparently I’m really fast which is a good thing?? Doesn’t mean I’m not being put through the wringer though.
Entry 4:
Woke up in the infirmary again. Tseng says I got distracted and it’s my fault Martial Arts knocked me out. He totally doesn’t like me.
Apparently there’s a guy called “Martial Arts” too? Everyone here has some whack names.
Entry 5:
Tseng is reading my journal
Today he told me to stop trying to remember my past. It’s not fair! It’s not fair! It’s not fair! It’’s not fair! He lied to me!
[The rest of the entry is comprised of angry scribbles]
Entry 6:
It’s been a while since I wrote in here. Tseng figured out I wasn’t happy and assured me he didn’t look in my journal and that verythin was “written all over my face”. Something in me says I can trust him. It’s all so confusing.
Anyway, I was sorta punished for not trusting him. He made me do laps - which I finished in record time! So he made me do it again and taught me how to use a gun. I was finally introduced to Gun. She seems stern, but nice.
Kinda like Tseng. I see those glances he gives me when he thinks I’m not looking
Entry 7:
Been a while again. Met a bunch of different people recently. I was properly introduced to the Turks as Tseng’s mentee, though I’m not old enough yet to properly join. Gotta wait until I turn 18. Tseng also introduced me to the people in charge of the company who owns this building I’ve been living in the past 2 weeks. “ShinRa” it’s called?
Veld’s the Turk leader and seems a cool guy. President Shinra is the guy in charge, and his son Rufus is apparently set to become the Vice President? Pretty sure that’s illegal but whatever. The other people were introduced as directors bar one. I don’t like him. He seems slimy and my stomach churns and my head hurts when I see him.
Please don’t make me see him again, Tseng.
Entry 8:
I think I did a bad.
Tseng finally let me choose what weapon I wanted to specialise in. The rod thing looked really fun and I was told I could temporarily paralyse my enemies with its electricity. Now, you’d think I paralysed Tseng but no.
So we did some practices with it and I got it to work - you know, the electricity flowing and stuff. But Tseng looked surprised and… I guess the word is “perplexed”? Because apparently… uh… it’s powered by this stuff called Materia, which I haven’t been taught about yet, and the rod doesn’t come with Materia when practising.
We don’t know what’s going on but he told me to keep it to myself for now and he was going to look into things for now.
He won’t sell me out to Professor Hojo. I know he won’t
*sneaks up behind him and kisses ze cheek* ((for the touch meme, and for argument say he was sitting down so the smol thing can reach.))
Anon or not, touch my muse, be it gentle, hurtful, or even to mess with them.
Things had felt… kind of off recently. Reno wasn’t sure what or why so he made the executive decision to take an unscheduled break to look across Midgar, staring snot-nosed cowards be damned.
Hairs stood on the back f his neck as presences came and went. He trusted none of them. They expected him to take the fall for their follies, yet would sell him out if so much as a water pistol was aimed at them. Pathetic though they might be, the thought brought a smirk to the redhead’s face. Selling out a Turk or ShinRa, for that matter, placed a countdown on your head.
Reno was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice a new presence sneaking up on him until it was too late. Immediate instinct to fight was quelled in favour of not causing a scene.
“Can I help you?”
A small turn of head and Reno caught a glimpse of purple. Ah, so it was a good idea not to fight. “Oh hi, Ren.”
Arms folded across an exposed chest as Reno stared out over Midgar. He and Ashe had stowed away to one of the top floors of ShinRa on their break; the ‘we’re better than you’ air was almost suffocating but still bearable.
“Everyone’s fucked and they don’t even know.”
A wry smile. She was right of course. The Shinra family business had been killing the planet for years, draining it dry. It was only natural karma would come for them eventually. Such a shame that the big wig people couldn’t see it. Yes, definitely a shame. It was nothing to look forward to. Reno could no longer hold back his snort of amusement.
“Uh… Rude? You okay, buddy?” His partner’s question caught him off guard. Yeah, Rude might have been hit kind of hard by Reno during training but the redhead didn’t think he’d been hit that hard. Hoo boy, he was going to be in so much trouble.
Taking his partner’s hand, he pulled the older man up to his feet. “Come on, partner. No time for jokes.” Only, Rude was a damn good actor when he joked - being all imposing and stuff no matter what he did - and Reno was freaking out on the inside. He’d just have to take Rude to the infirmary and deal with the consequences later.
A sheepish grin was present at the words as Reno was well aware that yet another complaint had been sent in about his behaviour. He’d just joined and was already the mockery of the Turks; it was only a matter of time someone before submitted a complaint about his “gaudy” red hair or the paint on his face. And since Tseng was his supervisor or mentor or whatever he called himself, every report went straight to him.
Every. Single. One.
In all honesty, Reno was glad it was just the two of them in the room. Anyone else and his jitters would have manifested as anger towards the nearest person to him. But never Tseng. Tseng was safety. And somehow never seemed to grow sick of Reno or his antics. Which begged the question; had Tseng been like him once before?
No, of course not. This was Tseng. –Even so…
A sigh snapped Reno back to attention, back and posture straightening - like a ‘good dog’ one of the employees had called him. Tseng seemed… more flustered than disappointed. Which was good, it just meant he was probably going to be brought to training for a few hours.
