SULLIED HANDS.

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻.

[turkulent]

sorry, losers ! gotta play for keeps today ... a private analysis of reno, of the turks. personally developed beyond square enix's ffvii original and remake continuity. this blog serves as a continuous exploration into the mind of he who is assigned the dirty work ━ #turkulent. est. 2025.

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[turkulent]

[ ✉ RECEIVED: @callholy . ] less security than i thought.

“ tt. that you can see. ” the body moves casually, seemingly careless. it's this light-heartedness that acts as her greatest weapon more often than not. this demeanor she holds relaxes enemy minds into thinking he's some easy prey. it's their own fault, really. never let your fucking guard down. “ just keep your eyes peeled, alright? don't wanna get surprised out here. ”

[turkulent]

[ ✉ RECEIVED : @maurilyan . ] well, you won't go far with that attitude.

she scoffs. the cigarette between his fingers hits the ground, then is promptly snuffed out beneath his shoe. reno glances over, his mouth curling into something equally amused and annoyed. there's a job to do. he hoists himself off the brick wall, motioning for lei to follow. “ that's quitter talk. i can get this shit done and run my mouth at the same time. what's your interest in it, anyways? ”

[turkulent]

[ ✉ RECEIVED: @baroviana . ] you take one. i'll take the other.

he could get both, easily. two taps to each, and neither would be able to track his movements. it'd be a quick operation. one thud. another. however, it'd be quicker with her plan. quieter too.

“ piece of fucking cake. on your mark. ” she stays squatted, tucked neatly behind the half-wall. his steps must be quiet. electric rod taps idly on his shoulder, absent-minded preparation. “ let's not fuck this up. ”

[turkulent]

[ ✉ RECEIVED: @warplanet's buzzy cohen. ] we still have a long way to go.

“ eugh. don't remind me. ” hands find her knees for a singular moment. breath in. breath out. this is how it goes. one step after another. one idiot artifact stealing douchebag to counter after another. emerald eyes follow down the path. closed doors on either side. windows are drawn shut. perfect place for more ambushes. just his fucking luck.

“ you just hold tight onto that thing, alright? sooner we get it back to base, sooner you can study it. ” a huff. upright he stands once again. “ and do all that smart shit ya do. ”

[turkulent]

[ ✉ RECEIVED: @asterites. ] could you keep up?

could you keep up? the question is first disregarded. is everyone at home hearing this? can he keep up? -- the fastest of the turks being asked to keep up. hilarious. eventually, he grants the inquiry a scoff. electric rod taps his shoulder on only mild annoyance.

“ listen, lady. worry about yourself. your survival here is only secondary to me. ” she moves regardless, green eyes scanning the next side street. “ you keep moving. if i'm falling behind, it's for a damn good reason. now move. ”

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM FINAL FANTASY VII REBIRTH *  assorted dialogue from the game, adjust as necessary

the scene is indescribable. countless buildings have been leveled, and part of the road has collapsed.

man, when it rains, it pours.

you just don't know when to quit, do you?

get away from her!

just shut the hell up and search!

this is so messed up. all of it. but i'm back now, [name]. i'm back.

it all started five years ago.

i couldn't believe my luck.

wish i could help, but never been motion sick. sorry.

i didn't join to be an errand boy. i joined up so i could be a hero.

you take one. i'll take the other.

home sweet home, right? tell me. how does it feel? i have no home, so i wouldn't know.

i wanted to greet you myself, to welcome you to our humble little town.

look at all this mud. it's never gonna come off.

any friends here you wanna see? maybe a girlfriend?

the taste reminds you of home.

could you keep up?

welcome home! come in! let me get a good look at you!

i can take care of myself.

i'd feel a lot better if i knew you'd found a good girl, one who'd make sure you didn't get into trouble.

you went into my room? you went through my stuff?

you could learn a lot from me.

big day tomorrow. we'll be leaving bright and early. you should get some rest.

it's just one photo. c'mon, where's the harm in that?

i'm not even close to burned out. not with all the training i've had.

we still have a long way to go.

try not to breathe it in if you can.

you said you wanted to be a hero.

i owe you one.

help me to understand this shit. tell me something that'll really make my blood boil.

why do i suddenly have a bad feeling about this?

ever since i was a child, i knew... i knew that i was different. that i was special. but not like this. not like this.

run away. you have to leave. you have to live.

you sick son of a bitch!

you promised you'd save me.

that's the last thing i remember. the rest is a blank.

not to sound like a broken record, but... it's really bothering me.

that bed's mine.

sorry. did i wake you?

there's just something i need to ask you. so can we talk?

can't believe i'm having this conversation with you... but here we are.

i thought we could just pick up where we left off, like nothing had changed, but i guess i was wrong.

less security than i thought.

guess things have changed.

you always did prefer to march to the beat of your own drum.

what we're doing's for the greater good.

any good restaurants? sights to see?

we hide in plain sight. get in, get close, get answers.

i'm so pumped for this!

i'd say we look the part.

i'm having second thoughts.

it's not like i had a choice! nothing else fit!

if you wanna drink with us, you're gonna have to lose the helmet.

are we fighting or what?

don't go dying on me. i demand another dance.

just play along.

i was kinda hoping we could talk business.

well, you won't go far with that attitude.

just shut up and play.

i'm too young to die!

you're way better at the whole "putting yourself in harm's way" thing.

i'm not sure that's something to celebrate.

excuse me? what's that supposed to mean?

the room is unlocked.

it's not me you should be worried about?

i never hated you, you know.

i'll wait out here. but make it quick.

knowing that the people we love aren't really gone? it doesn't make it any easier to let them go.

we've all experienced pain. we all have our regrets.

true strength comes from our ability to forgive, to forge ahead in the hope of making things right.

are you finished?

oh, what fun you had. tell me, though. was it worth it?

is what you're feeling even real?

your friend died in your arms and you didn't shed a tear.

i'll kill you.

fill your hollow heart with rage. let it engulf you. consume you.

your day of reckoning is here.

all i want is one thing: to keep the others safe.

your tears are empty.

you're just a puppet.

screw you!

let's finish this.

how could you turn your back on everything we stand for?

you have to promise not to look up.

take care.

i'll leave the rest to you. good luck.

[turkulent]

making it a point to discuss how much of reno is a front. all of her cocky remarks, toying with cloud, lighter tones — it's all a part of him playing around. now, does she get ahead of herself and it results in getting her ass beat by the avalanche crew sometimes? absolutely. however, he loves his job and is good at it. he can have all the fun in the world, but when he gets serious? whatever job he's assigned to is getting done. it's how he's come to be so respected among the turks and shinra alike. it's also why his superiors don't scold him or force him to drop the act — because they know exactly what she can do.

[turklights]

[gainscient]

                        aerith swats lightly at her arm, the motion more teasing than of reprimanding. ❝ are you second guessing my work now? i could always leave it just like this ... if that's what you really want?   ❞ she lifts a brow following the empty threat, because if anyone knows aerith, and the kindness threaded into the fabric of her being, would recognize her bluff for what it was. she could never abandoned someone in this state, not even a turk, for all the bother they cause her. truth be told, had reno not vaulted between her and the slavering hound — it's growl like gravel in its throat, aerith would be the one wincing now, not her.

❝ now, just sit still, i'm almost done.   ❞ with the tip of her tongue held between her teeth in concertation, she tightens the final stitch with steady fingers and smooths the bandages across his back. when at last the task is complete, she lets out a small breath and sets her tools aside in a small clatter. ❝ there. good as new.   ❞ she announces, brushing her hands off her skirt and steps lightly around the edge of the church pew.

she comes to stand before him, her expression a picture of gentle concern. ❝ oh, don't worry 'bout the cost. just send the bill to tseng, i'm sure he's got the gil to spare.   ❞ soft laughter bubbles from her, light and melodic, past pink lips. ❝ ... thank you. for what you did back there. jumping in like that ... and i'm sorry 'bout your face. it doesn't hurt too bad now, does it?   ❞

[turkulent]

" you wouldn't dare. " retorted back as in just as much of an empty threat, continuing the friendly banter aerith has earned tenfold— and that's before he counts the turks involuntary involvement in her life. it's the smallest thing he can offer; a token of could've been might be something genuine. he dares not label it something as serious as friendship. never. that's a line she's been taught not to cross, be it by word or by experience. such a word isn't reserved for her. ( it can't be, not in this lifetime. maybe in the next. maybe in another. ) " you'd be good at this, ya know. you've got a steady hand back there. "

reno lets out a calculated breath. rectangular breathing, it's called. inhale for the long side. hold. exhale for the other long side. hold. rinse and repeat. of all the tactics she's been given to manage pain, that's been the tried and true favorite. " good as new? my god, you're a miracle worker. " and without fail, he returns to himself. easy smirk upon the lips, ever-so-slightly slouched shoulders, loose posture. eyes fall upon the ancient as she moves, something that's become as natural as breathing to the turk.

" send the bill to tseng? you're trying to get me in trouble. " still, he fails to stifle the way his expression grows at her playfulness. " i'm in. let's put his heaping-ass holiday bonus to good use. maybe get you some kinda greenhouse with the gil. " a quiet scoff escapes his lips. " don't mention it. it's kinda my job ... i feel fine. but i coouulldd take some repayment in a cookie from your mom. "

[turklights]

RENO'S EYES IN REBIRTH

[sharksliveinspace]

your favorite turk

[nunhae]

So I had a really nice talk with someone on a Discord server (Sailorvanity on the blue app 💙 Thanks for this) about how Reno would have looked like when he was a teen and freshly recruited in the Turks, and she gave me the cutest idea ever.

So this came out. He definitely had braces.

[turkulent]

can you guys watch my cat

[toherrys]

Reno with open hair -> sleekest mullet

[turkulent]

you look like you've got something to say. / @cautionarys's rufus shinra, prompt.

she's got the president's window cracked. outside, the air is humid and too-warm for his liking. sticks to the skin, begs for rain to fall across the land and ruins of what used to be a hustling, bustling midgar. it would be a cleansing, if only for a night. the sins of shinra might be forgiven then, if only for a few hours. that thought eases his guilt — that, and the cigarette perched between index and middle finger. smoke is blown out into that humid air. the turk leans against the window sill, arms crossed. turquoise gaze avoids the his until he talks.

" me? what makes you say that? " a thoughtful drag of tar and nicotine. " unless you want me so say something, like ... i dunno, it's kinda shinra's fault the planet's like this in the first place? "

[sofsseven]

Reno, Ever Crisis