Reno's (& Elena's) place, Edge, Gaia, Wednesday Evening

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Ino would be lying if she claimed that she hadn't told Reno the wrong time to expect her.

So she had absolutely no plans to actually let anyone know about that tiny insignificant fact. Especially not Reno. Fully armed and wearing leggings and a turtleneck rather than anything like she fought in at home, but that she'd found more comfy for dealing with Midgar's weather, and so had figured the same would apply roughly to Edge's weather, Ino's gaze when she stepped through the portal was scrutinizing. (You try staying warm in the middle of winter in what basically amounts to a short skirt with slits clean up the sides, a tank top, and a bunch of bandages wrapped around your torso and see how long it takes you to find something warmer to wear.)

She had a bit of time to kill. A few hours before Reno would even think to wonder where she was.

Plenty of time to explore Edge on her own. Reno would… probably not approve. He didn't need to know. Making sure she knew which direction his apartment was in, Ino darted off on silent feet.

Edge was, she determined a few hours later, making her careful way to his place, a lot worse off than Reno had told her. Despite the fact that some of the areas she'd snooped through had made her, well, violently ill (Ino had not been prepared for the number of starving people, of homeless people, of hopeless dying people she'd seen living on the streets in conditions she'd only vaguely grasped before), Ino was tentatively calling her snooping a good idea.

Also, mints were amazing things. Shut up. She was a ninja and a Rookie. He absolutely didn't need to know she'd gotten sick over some of what she'd seen. Ino had no intentions of telling him anything at all about that. Need to know basis said he totally didn't need to know. She found the building he lived in and headed up the stairs exuding an air that said she totally belonged here no really.

So, it was a pale (but for the colour quickly pinched into her cheeks) and rather wide-eyed Rookie that rapped smartly on his door at exactly the time she'd told him she'd be there.

[For the Turk expecting her, zoto! NFB due to distance!]

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Well, yes, she'd killed them.

That was sorta the point? At least he wasn't laughing at her or anything. Though, Ino realized abruptly, it might have been better to have sucked and let him laugh.

Dammit.

"Edge," she said, frowning slightly. "Ain't heard you get confused in a good while."

If she ever had.

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"Had home on the mind a lot, lately," Reno replied, waving a dismissive hand before bringing his EMR up to tap against his shoulder again. "Hard not to, when it's starin' you down every step of the way, ain't it?"

It was almost a valid excuse, considering the monolithic ruins that were in plain view from no matter where you stood in Edge.

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Ino wasn't really buying it. Not when he'd made it through Fandom without calling it nothing but Edge unless he was talking in the past.

"It's a lovely view," she said, slightly grumpily. "Still ain't like you to slip."

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"Maybe it wasn't a slip," Reno replied, coolly. Always coolly. Why not? "There's still monsters runnin' around the ruins too, yo."

He didn't think it was a lovely view. He thought it was a fucking horrible view. When his living room was pitch black at three in the afternoon because Midgar was casting a shadow into it, he got to sit there feeling guilty.

Damn view, anyhow.

"Can take you to face off against some of them later, too, if you're up for it."

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"How would I know if I'm up to them or not?" she asked, shaking her head and walking a bit away from him. Looking around.

It wasn't that she thought Midgar was anything--funny, or lovely, or anything like that. But if he was going to weird at her, then she, well, sarcasm was her friend.

And it was a bit surreal, really, to compare and contrast between that view and--Zack's home. Ino had enough on her mind between walking through Edge's streets to be adding the nightmares of what Midgar's ruins actually meant, right now, on top of everything else.

"Ain't like I know the monsters 'round here, Reno. If you think I am, then I'm game. You think I'd die miserably, then let's not. 'Less, 'course, well."

Ino shrugged. Words? Who needed them?

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"I ain't in the business of killin' off my Rookies," Reno replied, following that up with an indignant sniff.

Anymore.

"Maybe we'll wander along the outskirts, see what we can see, yo. Won't hurt nothin' if we don't go pushin' on inside for the mako to get to, anyhow."

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"There been much exploration of how much of Midgar's been mako'd," shut it, that was totally a real use of the word, "or anything?"

She started idly heading in the direction of Midgar. Streets, hey.

"'Round keeping everyone alive, I mean."

Because, wow, did Edge need more help in that quarter.

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"The WRO's been workin' on it," Reno allowed, shrugging. "The WRO's been workin' on a lotta things. For the most part, they're just hopin' that the 'no tresspassing' signs'll do the job, anyhow. Edge is safe as it's gonna get around here. Nobody but idiots and scavengers to into Midgar anymore."

Three guesses which category Reno stuck himself into.

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No guesses.

"Idiots and scavengers, huh?" Ino grinned over at him. "What category am I, then, if you're taken me 'round the edges of it?"

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"A Rookie," Reno sniffed indignantly. "Hittin' the edges ain't the same as wandering through the ruins, anyhow."

See? Totally different, that!

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"Hai hai," she said, rolling her eyes at that. "Totally different, absolutely."

Ino glanced at him for a moment, but left it at that.

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Well, to some degree, it really was different.

You were less likely to stumble across black stains on the ground that used to be human, before the stigma reduced them to pus and bile, in Edge, for one.

Not completely unlikely, but less likely. There was an important distinction to be made, there.

He glanced at her for a moment in turn, and then offered her a wry smile.

"How are them monsters in Midgar, anyhow?"

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Too bad Ino was unaware of that particular distinction, huh? And was rather blissful in her ignorance of that, yes.

Besides, she was busy giving him a dirty look.

Totally should've faked out the fight and lost.

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Losing the fight probably would have sucked more, because then Reno never would have let her live down getting her ass kicked by worms.

And yes, he totally would have let them kick her ass before stepping in to save the day. How else were Rookies going to learn?

Oh, and he was totally blowing her a raspberry right now.

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Pffft.

Ino tossed her hair and resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at him.

She was totally the mature one here. Honest!

"What gave it away?"

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"You ain't dead yet," Reno replied, waving a hand dismissively.

Okay, she deserved a better explanation that that.

"And them barrel rolls. Not many people use 'em like that, zoto."

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"Why not? They're useful that way."

Ino was sulking a bit, yeah. She'd have managed to live even if she hadn't been going with Zack to Midgar!

Really!

Honest!

... Well, she'd have tried?

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"If you're into tumbling acts," Reno allowed. "Did the trick for you, yo. Remind me to thank the SOLDIER kid for teachin' you that one, yeah?"

No, it wouldn't ever happen. But that was beside the point.

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"Like you'd thank him when you could just take the credit for it yourself," she scoffed. "And, hello, ninja. Tumbling acts are awesome."

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"Nah, I ain't some kinda Spiral," Reno laughed, shaking his head. "I get outta the way just fine by runnin' there, zoto. Zack the Puppy can keep the blame for you knowin' how to execute that manoeuvre like a pro, an' I won't even bitch about it, yo."

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"An' no bitching 'bout me and Midgar either?" Ino asked, mildly incredulous.

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"Well, if it don't kill you," Reno mused.

It was just making her stronger.

... And anyhow, he figured that if he bitched, she'd just chase after Midgar even harder out of morbid curiosity. He didn't exactly want to risk that, either.

"Do me a favor next time you're there," he mused. "Pick me up some decent booze from the old Seventh Heaven, yo."

Priorities!

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"It ain't killed me yet."

Must. Mostly. Look, she'd gotten over it. Clearly not dead.

"And booze." Amuuused. "If I remember. A bar isn't much like where we tend to hang out there, no."

Why hang out and drink when you could kill monsters and do missions for days on end? Really now. And shopping! Shooopping.

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Maybe someday, Ino would be interested to learn that the bar that Reno had just mentioned was an AVALANCHE base of operations.

Today was clearly not that day.

"You head out there often?"

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Someday that would be an absolutely fascinating piece of information. As it was right now, though? Definitely not that day.

Ino hitched one shoulder up. Debating honesty. "Few times a month or something like that? Depends on what missions Zack's got. Some he can't take me on 'cause I ain't with ShinRa, or 'cause they'd kill me dead."