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intraspectiveReally, it had been a month and a half now and Ino had to admit that she was—feeling better. Between her father teaching Zack (and water walking had proved to be quite a hilarious thing to watch) and her father teaching her, she was feeling useful and busy without it being anything too taxing.
She hadn’t seen either of her previous teammates, which stung, but Ino stomped down firmly on that as she disentangled her mind from her father’s and ignored his look. It wasn’t the first time she’d avoided… whatever it was he’d wanted to talk about.
And she doubted it would be the last.
“That’s enough for now,” he said, after a moment. “How about you go and get some air?”
It was phrased as a suggestion, but Ino was well used to her father’s orders. With a quick kiss to his cheek, she left the room, went down the long, dark hall and out into the sunshine. It was a lovely day—February, already, which made her head hurt if she thought too hard about the days and how they related to Fandom—but, Ino thought, as she leaned against the balcony and pulled out her phone, hitting speed dial, maybe all that time had been what she’d needed.
And, across universes, her phone call reached…
[For ze raspberried one. Mwahaha. NFB.]
She hadn’t seen either of her previous teammates, which stung, but Ino stomped down firmly on that as she disentangled her mind from her father’s and ignored his look. It wasn’t the first time she’d avoided… whatever it was he’d wanted to talk about.
And she doubted it would be the last.
“That’s enough for now,” he said, after a moment. “How about you go and get some air?”
It was phrased as a suggestion, but Ino was well used to her father’s orders. With a quick kiss to his cheek, she left the room, went down the long, dark hall and out into the sunshine. It was a lovely day—February, already, which made her head hurt if she thought too hard about the days and how they related to Fandom—but, Ino thought, as she leaned against the balcony and pulled out her phone, hitting speed dial, maybe all that time had been what she’d needed.
And, across universes, her phone call reached…
[For ze raspberried one. Mwahaha. NFB.]
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Date: 2010-12-26 01:22 am (UTC)Oh, hey. His phone was ringing, and it was a ringtone that he'd been keeping an ear out for since their spar gone wrong on Wednesday. Reno forgot his sock woes for the time being, flipped open his PHS, and flopped down for a seat on the edge of his bed.
"Yo!"
... Yep. Just 'yo.' It wouldn't be Reno if he bothered with more than that when answering the phone, really.
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Date: 2010-12-26 01:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-26 01:28 am (UTC)"What, did you want a Merry Christmas outta me? Ain't my holday, Rookie," Reno informed her, laughing and shaking his head a little. "Unless you count eggnog, zoto. I'll celebrate weird Earth holidays for the eggnog."
Preferably with a large amount of rum in it. Reno would still be Reno, after all. Especially when left to his own devices.
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Date: 2010-12-26 01:30 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-12-26 01:34 am (UTC)Which, amongst other things, explained why she was in far better spirits. Yes.
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Date: 2010-12-26 01:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-26 01:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-26 01:40 am (UTC)That would be the kicker, there. If Fandom was in slow-mo, the last thing he wanted was to hold up the Turks' move more than necessary.
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Date: 2010-12-26 01:42 am (UTC)A beat.
"...Am I botherin' you in your preparations then?"
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Date: 2010-12-26 01:44 am (UTC)A pause. "You ain't holdin' me up, though. Turks pack light."
Really, now. His biggest dilemma had been the socks.
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Date: 2010-12-26 01:51 am (UTC)Or something that was harder to define?
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Date: 2010-12-26 01:52 am (UTC)"Glad to be gettin' our business the hell outta Edge," he admitted. "You seen the place, Ino. It's... It's somethin'. Sittin' on the border of Midgar, sure. But it ain't home. Somethin' like that, I don't think it ever really could be."
... He was blaming that hint of mush on the eggnog. Of course he'd been into it already, why?
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Date: 2010-12-26 01:55 am (UTC)"And Junon's a better place for new beginnings," she murmured, "and letting memories go where they ought to go."
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Date: 2010-12-26 01:57 am (UTC)Or, rather, were. There wasn't much in the way of ShinRa anymore.
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Date: 2010-12-26 02:00 am (UTC)If she sounded a bit wistful, well--she'd been thinking for six weeks about everything. There'd been some decisions to consider carefully, choices to make.
Picking an identity. "When you're part of somethin'... people like that. And most don't give it up easily."
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Date: 2010-12-26 02:04 am (UTC)He was ignoring the indignant quack of the duck. It wasn't his fault that it had been sleeping on his bed.
"I think it's mostly that they don't got nobody to blame but themselves, zoto."
Junon had been hit pretty damn hard too, after all. That whole Sister Ray thing hadn't worked out so well for it.
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Date: 2010-12-26 02:05 am (UTC)Forgive her, Reno, for sounding sceptical.
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Date: 2010-12-26 02:13 am (UTC)His lips pursed a little, and he flopped over sideways, reaching out to give the duck a little scratch on the head. Why the hell not.
"There ain't really no makin' up for this, though."
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Date: 2010-12-26 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-26 02:19 am (UTC)He shook his head. Bad topic to get on, especially considering who her boyfriend was, so now it was time to steer somewhere different.
"Whatever they're stickin' around for, the job's gone all different now anyhow. There ain't no mako, ain't no great conquest to be a part of. It's just pickin' up the wreckage. Clearin' the bodies away as you find 'em."
Even in Midgar, there were still bodies. Junon was a little better off, in that regard. Midgar had nowhere to bury their dead. Junon had kind of perfected the phrase "burial at sea."
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Date: 2010-12-26 02:25 am (UTC)You could love something that was bad. Take pride in it, still wish and identify yourself as part of it.
Even if it was bad. Awful.
"Nice," she said, very dryly. "But the people left, they're all still the people who once upon a time were loyal. That don't make them bad people for their devotion, Reno."
Even if he painted the world and ShinRa with his need to atone. Not everyone's situation was the same. "ShinRa did a lot of good too," she said, softly. "It's easy to forget that, I bet, but they did. Junon still bein' functional means there's still people who might want to keep on doing good--but under ShinRa's name."
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Date: 2010-12-26 02:30 am (UTC)"You'd have to see it to get it, Rookie. Midgar's ruins ain't where this mess begins and ends. Junon didn't get the brunt of Meteor, but WEAPON took a huge friggin' chunk outta it. They all got guilt, but it's different guilt. They got survivor's guilt, lookin' at the way their sister city ended up. Still plenty of bodies, sure, but it ain't the same, bein' blown up by a monster the planet made."
Instead of a monster ShinRa made.
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Date: 2010-12-26 02:33 am (UTC)Ino toyed with her hair.
"Ain't just them that's got to put away their guilt either."
Wallowing was not an attractive look for him.
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Date: 2010-12-26 02:36 am (UTC)Usually under the influence, when there wasn't anyone around to witness it. Rikku was off in Spira, so...
"Maybe they got less to be guilty for," he said, frowning deeply. And then, because he figured it was a word that could temper just about anything, he added, "Whatever."
No, Reno. That one worked better for people from other games.