Room 504, Sunday Evening
Jan. 16th, 2011 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
intraspectiveHer 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!]
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!]
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Date: 2011-01-17 12:34 am (UTC)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.
Yes.
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.
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Date: 2011-01-17 12:40 am (UTC)Ino took a moment, took a second to breathe, then answered it.
"Hello?"
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Date: 2011-01-17 01:01 am (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2011-01-17 01:09 am (UTC)She'd said yes, had he accepted it?
Either way, her back straightened, though he couldn't see it and something drained out of her. She still had a command structure.
That was soothing.
"Sir." See, she'd gotten that part right.
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Date: 2011-01-17 01:15 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2011-01-17 01:35 am (UTC)Work! She had work and a job and an identity--
And had possibly signed her own death certificate.
Details.
"Yes, sir," she said, glancing at her notebooks. "Will Zack be receiving his orders separately?"
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Date: 2011-01-17 01:44 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2011-01-17 01:53 am (UTC)And she breathed easier knowing that she'd still have time to figure out how to tell Zack what she was, now. He'd need to know, before the job.
That wasn't the sort of thing she could spring on him right before a mission.
"I see." She did, it worked out. "Might I know--what we're to do?"
Maybe she wasn't allowed? If so, she could handle a no. It was enough, hearing that there was a job just waiting for her.
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Date: 2011-01-17 02:14 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2011-01-17 02:22 am (UTC)Idiot. She was an idiot.
"Yes sir," was all she said, because truly, there were no words for her incompetency. Then--
"I've obtained further data on the condition Gaia has ended up as, in another timeline."
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Date: 2011-01-17 03:02 am (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2011-01-17 03:10 am (UTC)Really, she did not mind the orders. Ino thrived with knowing what she was supposed to do and what her standing was. It gave her something solid to stand on after too long drifting.
Which was why she did not ask if there was anything else, not right now. She was too junior and that would sound presumptuous of her.
She would wait for him to decide.
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Date: 2011-01-17 03:26 am (UTC)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.
"Saturday."
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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Date: 2011-01-17 03:30 am (UTC)And then she waited until he hung up before closing her phone and reaching one hand up to pet Silly.
"We've got work to do," she murmured to her chichobo, who kwehed in agreement. "Ain't that a good thing?"
She thought it was.