4th Mission [action/video]

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[Reno is in the Mansion (with the Electro-Mag Rod). Bored, and a little annoyed, she has begun to systematically wreck everything that can be easily damaged. Walls have been dented and cracked, furniture has been tasered, the cushions of the beautiful couches have been torn open, their insides strewn about, and curtains are burning in the fireplace.

Just look at that poor piano. The state of the kitchen--! And the tea strewn everywhere. It's as if Reno is engaged in a destructiveness contest with the storm. Maybe she is.

In any case, she's feeling more cheerful now. Getting in on the action, the Vine elects to display this elegant picture of the Turk engaged in her work.]

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[not-as-special.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[She turns toward her with a grin.] Having a little fun.

What are you doing?

[not-as-special.livejournal.com]

[What she's doing is standing in the doorway crossing her arms and glowering, apparently.]

Someone might have wanted to use that piano, you know.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Too bad for them, I guess. [Reno reaches down and picks up a piano wire, then winds it around her hand.]

Pretty easy to kill someone with one of these.

[not-as-special.livejournal.com]

Well, I hope you are not planning on doing that, for your next trick.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Nah, nobody here worth killing. [She has no intention of killing anyone anyway, but it's funnier to put it that way.] Just pianos. And throw rugs. I can't stand throw rugs.

[not-as-special.livejournal.com]

Oh? What have throw rugs ever done to you?

voice;

[aureation.livejournal.com]

[Her tone sounds amused.] You look like you're having fun.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Hey, Gabe. Glad you didn't drown. [She grins.] Yeah, not much to do here, so I'm making the best of it.

Where you holing up?

[aureation.livejournal.com]

Good to see you didn't either. [She softly laughs.] Guess I shouldn't be surprised... you're not really the patient type, are you?

The Apartments. [She gives a tired sigh.] Reeve's here too.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

It'd take a whole ocean to drown me. But I dunno--I never waited around anywhere long enough for anyone to tell me if I was patient.

Right, them. I squatted there a while when I first got here. [She'd enjoyed staying in a different apartment every night.] Reeve, huh? [She hopes that doesn't mean Sephiroth's there, but she's not gonna ask.] You gonna hook up?

[aureation.livejournal.com]

I don't even think an ocean can drown you, Reno. You wouldn't let it!

Unfortunately for you, I'm sure, we've both got our mind on other things besides hooking up.[Her eyes glance down to her bandaged arm.] The storm needs to blow over—not to mention, I'm going to have to re-do my apartments... we've just been keeping each other company, that's all.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

You say the sweetest things, Gabe. But you're probably right.

It's not unfortunate for me, unless you were gonna let me watch. [She shakes her head, pityingly. Where do you get these ideas, Gabe?] I don't know what's wrong with you. When you've got a lot on your mind, that's the best time to hook up, cause that's when you need it most.

Way more important than thinking about real estate.

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

[Reeve appears, still a bit bloody (due to her recent encounter with the undead), but mostly unbowed. She's discovered she's not half bad in a crisis, but she'd still rather have gone without. She's watching Reno with an expression that seems made up of exhaustion, fondness, and curiosity in equal parts.]

Making yourself at home, Reno? I think the storm is doing it's part as far as mass destruction goes.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[She's carving something into the wall, and she doesn't turn around right away, though she recognizes Reeve's voice immediately.] Right, I'm marking my territory while practicing a little civil disobedience. [She's definitely got the right meaning of "civil disobedience" there.] Can't be outdone by a little storm.

[She turns toward Reeve then. Already amused by her own wanton vandalism, she perks up further at the sight of Reeve's blood.] What happened to you?

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

[Reeve smiles.]
No, you're right of course. What Turk could be outdone by a supernatural storm? It's comforting, really.

Oh, me? There was some trouble with someone whom I've been told is "undead". She attacked several people, including Gabrielle-- [she gestures towards her throat] then me. Well, to be fair, I did kick her. She hurt Gabrielle fairly badly, actually.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Damn straight. Turks are always on top.

[Reno pauses.] Are you serious? Aw, fuck. [She sighs.] I should've gone with you guys, that sounds like fun.

Don't you got your Materia with you? [Destroying things worsens Reno's grammar.]

[urbanwonderland.livejournal.com]

[Tired as she is, Reeve rolls her eyes.]
Yes, you really missed out. Painful for you, I know.

My Materia? Well, yes, but I didn't think of using ChocoMog. I'll heal myself and whoever I can, of course, but having a Chocobo running around isn't likely to help anyone.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

I'd have taken that thing out, no problem. Would've gotten all the ladies wet for me.

I didn't mean ChocoMog, Reeve. Obviously, I didn't mean that. ChocoMog is the most useless Materia in the whole world. There isn't a single situation where it could help a single person.

I was talking about your healing stuff.

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[persical]

Was this really necessary? I hope you like going hungry.

[because she's going to have to clean the kitchen before anyone gets a meal.]

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[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

I don't, but I won't. [At this, Reno stops her wanton violence, takes a cookie out of her pocket, and bites into it meaningfully.] Plenty of food.

And yeah, it's necessary. Civil disobedience. Teaching this place a lesson. [She shrugs.] But I bet those fucking birds'll fix it.

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[persical]

It's a house, it can't learn lessons.

[she just shakes her head.] And I don't think the birds can make it anywhere in this storm.

[she's wandering off to check closets for a broom now, lifting her skirts to step over broken furniture.]

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[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[Reno follows her, still talking.]

Kitty, this is a magic house, and it keeps you prisoner upstairs if you're not careful. I was stuck up there with Freaky Fishy, and it wouldn't let us downstairs, so I smashed in the wall until it learned to behave, and--what do you know, it let us out.

So you see, it works.

Ah, then they'll fix it when the storm's over. I didn't get rid of any of the good food. [She takes another bite of her cookie.]

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[persical]

Magic house? Now you're just being silly. Who's "Freaky Fishy?"

[ahah, a broom! She waves it at Reno a little.]

You can't always depend on other people to clean up your messes, you know!

[...she says as she indulges that, anyway.]

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[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

Kitty, how's a magic house hard to believe? Have you seen where we're living? Everything's made of stupid magic here.

[She laughs as Kitty waves the broom.] Calm down there, Killer, you're gonna hurt somebody with that. [Wink.] And yeah, I can. That's the good thing about being a Turk, always somebody to get your back and clean up your messes.

Freaky Fishy's some monster chick with tentacles.