intraspective: (mourning)
[personal profile] intraspective
Her conversation with Reno had… gone.

That was a good word for it, she thought, flopping down on her bed. Gone. This time, rather than solely focus on what was wrong, though, she reached for her phone and one of her notebooks.

In order to change things, she had to do something.

So that ‘one day’ that they’d promised each other had a chance of actually happening. Ino worked, writing out everything she remembered from Gaia, using the pictures and videos she’d taken to jog her memory.

If change was to happen, they’d have to do it themselves. It didn’t change the way grief pounded on her, the way that devastation lurked under a veneer of productivity, but that was alright. She’d relearn how to function. Was doing so right now.

Each word written was another arrow to knock a timeline off whack. Defy fate. And refuse to allow history to repeat itself.

[Oooopen door and post!]

Date: 2011-01-17 12:34 am (UTC)
puppy_fair: (NPC - Tseng Phone)
From: [personal profile] puppy_fair
Tseng had gotten an intriguing text message, not long ago. Of course, his hands had been full with Turk affairs since, and things with AVALANCHE were reaching a frustrating boiling point once again. He was going to have to call in backup, soon. Possibly get reinforcements from SOLDIER.

Which, naturally, had led his mind back to Zack, who he imagined would be happy for the work. And then, from Zack, to Zack's girlfriend, to whom he had extended an invitation not long ago, and who had replied with that one-word reply, courtesy of PHS mail.


He was in the middle of a rare respite from his duties. Naturally, this meant that he was going to have to make work for himself. Which was why Ino's own PHS was ringing, now.

Date: 2011-01-17 01:01 am (UTC)
ponytailedturk: (Seeeerious)
From: [personal profile] ponytailedturk

If she didn't know who was calling her, or why, then Tseng would possibly consider revoking his invitation.

The proper response to that tone would be, 'Sir,' Ino.

[Mm, playing journal musical chairs for the sake of delicious icon addictions.]

Date: 2011-01-17 01:15 am (UTC)
ponytailedturk: (Calm)
From: [personal profile] ponytailedturk
And in that one word, Tseng's lips twitched into a bit of a smile. Very good.

"You'll need a suit," he informed her.

It was kind of important.

"Next weekend, report to the ShinRa building. They'll give you your clearance at the front desk." A pause. "Transport will be arranged for yourself and for Zack."

Yes. He was absolutely going to borrow him for their next mission. A useful SOLDIER was so difficult to come across, and there was only so much that the Turks could accomplish without SOLDIER muscle to back them up.

Date: 2011-01-17 01:44 am (UTC)
ponytailedturk: (Very Tsengly)
From: [personal profile] ponytailedturk
"He will," Tseng replied. "They aren't my orders to give, but I'll be putting in a request for SOLDIER assistance shortly, and strongly recommending him for this upcoming mission."

Because he trusted Zack. Because he knew that there weren't many SOLDIERs who could do the job.

Because, Gods, the poor boy must be going stir-crazy with no actual work, by now. Maybe he'd appreciate some Turks work, himself.

Date: 2011-01-17 02:14 am (UTC)
ponytailedturk: (Heh.)
From: [personal profile] ponytailedturk
Tseng twitched a light smile.

"You'll be training. Before any actual work, there is an orientation, after all."

Perhaps she'd heard of it. She did know a Reno, after all. And what Rookie of Reno's didn't know about securing Sector Eight?

"We'll be needing Zack elsewhere. There might be some overlap. I still have some details to work out."

Like... most of them.

Date: 2011-01-17 03:02 am (UTC)
ponytailedturk: (Determination)
From: [personal profile] ponytailedturk
That earned a thoughtful pause.

"You'll bring that with you, next weekend."

That would be an order. One given in a deceptively light tone, for Tseng. But she'd said yes to his offer. It was an order all the same.

Date: 2011-01-17 03:26 am (UTC)
ponytailedturk: (Cellphone)
From: [personal profile] ponytailedturk
"Very good."

Tseng was not generally one for long, chatty phone conversations. He would see what she was capable of in a professional atmosphere, under the supervision of one of his most trusted Turks, and he could go from there.


He did not have to tell her to be ready, first thing. If he had to tell her that, then, again, he'd hired the wrong person for the position.


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