intraspective | Reno's (& Elena's) place, Edge, Gaia, Monday Afternoon

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Reno's (& Elena's) place, Edge, Gaia, Monday Afternoon

Ino had her stuff packed and was cross-legged on the floor giving the seedlings she'd sent Reno a little while ago a good looking over while waiting for her portal.

She was still… iffy about that whole Fandom Thing, but while being around was fun, she was pretty sure that putting it off would only make it worse.

Zen. She was zen. Okay. As much as Ino ever was.

Which… wasn't very. But alrighty then. Lying to herself was totally healthy!

"So," she said, "you wouldn't whine if I wanted to come kill monsters some more sometime?"

[NFB due to distance and for the red-haired Turk!]

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"You ever known me to whine, Ino?" Reno smirked and leaned back, idly looking around the room through a kaleidoscope. People at Fandom sent him stuff. He was spoiled, yes, why.

Every now and again, he'd put it down in order to fish the ferret out of the planters.

"Come on back any time you wanna kick the shit outta snarlin' nasties, yo."

"I'm sure I can remember once or twice," she said lightly, and grinned up at him. "Probably when booze was involved."

A beat.

"I think I'm going to have to come back," Ino added dreamily. "Monsters to kill and they give you stuff."

That earned a snort of a laugh, yes.

"You really don't get monsters who give loot anywhere else out there, do you? I wanna ask what the hell's wrong with the universe, man. If you're killin' monsters, least they can do is give you shiny crap for your troubles, yo."

"Though," Ino admitted, "killing monsters is sort of it's own reward. I don't get why more people here don't try. Not all of them are super tough, right?"

"Some of 'em are easier'n others," Reno allowed, nodding. "But with people turnin' away Materia now, an' weapons in short supply anyway, you ain't gonna see many monster hunters runnin' around unless they're with the WRO."

"What a name," Ino complained, "it even sounds sort of--wussy and sterile. Boring."

She fussed with one of the radish seedlings.

"I mean, they're doing good, but really, the acronym sounds so much cooler."

"What kinda word is 'regenesis,' anyhow? Is that even in the dictionary, yo?"

Reno was pretty sure that it wasn't. But he was too damn lazy to look it up.

Mako was terribly interested in what Ino was doing, and so he was going to just trundle on over to attempt to gnaw on her hand. The radishes weren't half as exciting.

"Hiiii silly baby," Ino said moving her hand out of the way. It was a game! Really! See how she moved to poke him? "I think so?" she answered dubiously. "Maybe?"

"World already had one Genesis," Reno mumbled, looking through the kaleidoscope again. Oooh, the room was all... faceted. And junk. "Don't see why we need another one, yo."

Oh, this was the best game ever, so far as Mako was concerned! Gonna get poked! Gonna get pooooked! Gotta eat that finger! Yay!

"No biting," she informed the ferret. Not, mind, that she was doing much to prevent it other than poking at him, so really biting totally went. "'Cause some people are never happy, right?"

A beat.

"Anyway to get some sort of coherency into your world's recent history?" she asked. "'Cause it sort of makes my head reel."

That request earned another snort, yes. Reno set the kaleidoscope down, pursing his lips as he stared up at the ceiling.

"How recent you want? The last guy that tried to destroy the world, twice? The guys before that? Or that other guy?"

Gaia kinda had a lot of people that weren't huge fans of... Gaia.

Mako, meanwhile, was totally enjoying this game. He couldn't help it if his roughhousing had been encouraged while he was growing up, could he? Omnomnom! Gonna kill that hand! Gonna kill it good!

Ino considered that. And let her other hand join the game to try and send Mako rolling. Mwahaha.

She glanced at him. "How 'bout the last twenty-twenty-five years?"

"Shiiiiit. You don't ask much, do you?" Reno considered. And then shrugged. "That long ago, Midgar was still pretty new. Under construction, yoto. ShinRa had their money like always, an' they had their Turks. Somewhere in there, I was born."

That was the important part.

"Grew up under the plate, so I missed a shitload of whatever was happenin' outside of the slums. ShinRa had a war goin' on with Wutai for who-the-hell-cares how long, mako became the staple power source around the planet, an' with that came people who were convinced that it was killin' everything."

Snerk.

"Whaddaya know, they were right?"

"I'm demanding," she said, with a toss of her head. "That's... a lot of changes in a pretty short time, yes."

Kinda horrifying, really.

"You wanna lot of changes? 'Few years back, the job description for the Turks started changin'. Wasn't just about doin' the dirty work, no more. It was about the coverups. Killin' off entire towns an' coverin the company's tracks. AVALANCHE, this eco-terrorist group of tree-huggers, tries to save the planet by killin' off everyone on the planet. 'Bout the same time, SOLDIER had a mass-desertion, an' one of theirs got hard to work tryin' to kill off the company because of some kinda twisted bent for revenge that he got put on."

He shrugged.

"I still don't even know what for. He got some Jenova on the brain or somethin', I guess. Them genes are nothin' but mental friggin' poison."

That was... new. Ino was pretty sure that was new.

"Jenova genes?" Ino asked, tilting her head at him. "Like, the SOLDIER mako stuff?"

"Yeah. Jenova cells were part of SOLDIER treatment, too, yo. Most Soldiers managed to not go fuckin' nuts, though. Just a special handful of 'em lost their shit, yo. Their treatment was different. Experimental bullshit, yo."

Reno shrugged. "Jenova's one of them hideous freaks from outer space, crashed on the planet thousands of years ago an' tried to kill everything on it."

...

"...a book would be lovely," she decided impishly.

And another laugh.

"An' here I ain't even gotten to talkin' about Sephiroth an' Nibelheim an' the fact that the guy's been killed three friggin' times now, zoto."

"You got a lot of resurrection happening in your world?"

"Not typically, no." Reno shrugged. "There's whatever we do with phoenix downs, zoto. But they only work under certain situations. More often than not, dead means dead."

She set the seedlings aside.

"So what, he was just that special?"

"He was just that bent on destroyin' the world."

Or he was just that special. Take your pick?

"You almost have to admire that sort of determination," she said carefully. "Even if it royally sucks."

"I'd admire it more if it wasn't the cause of Meteorfall," Reno scoffed. "An' Geostigma. I friggin' swear, if he comes back a fourth time, I'm gonna blow up the planet myself just to get rid of 'im."

No, he wouldn't.

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