Yamanaka Ino (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
intraspective) wrote2011-01-22 08:28 pm
intraspective) wrote2011-01-22 08:28 pm
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Midgar, Gaia -- Saturday
Ino had felt—good, stable, all the way out of Fandom, off the island, and into Midgar, which was her own home now (and that was something she still had to remind herself of), even while they stopped to let her change into her uniform.
It was only as Zack pressed a kiss to her cheek, in the lobby of the ShinRa building and headed off for his own orders, that Ino felt the clawing uncertainty come back.
Talk to the receptionist, she’d been told. Ino could do that, though she despised walking into a situation blind. It was a comfort, at the least, that she already had her uniform, her I.D. , and that she was supposed to be here, so far as anyone was concerned.
That didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous, still, underneath the cool demeanour. This was her first time, after all, on the job, in this capacity. Her hair was down, flowing in careful waves down her back and her shoulders were straight as she approached the mission--reception desk.
“Excuse me?”
And Ino ignored the creeping panic that reminded her she had no idea of what else to say.
[NFB, please! For them that're in the building.]
It was only as Zack pressed a kiss to her cheek, in the lobby of the ShinRa building and headed off for his own orders, that Ino felt the clawing uncertainty come back.
Talk to the receptionist, she’d been told. Ino could do that, though she despised walking into a situation blind. It was a comfort, at the least, that she already had her uniform, her I.D. , and that she was supposed to be here, so far as anyone was concerned.
That didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous, still, underneath the cool demeanour. This was her first time, after all, on the job, in this capacity. Her hair was down, flowing in careful waves down her back and her shoulders were straight as she approached the mission--reception desk.
“Excuse me?”
And Ino ignored the creeping panic that reminded her she had no idea of what else to say.
[NFB, please! For them that're in the building.]
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Behind the door, gunshots.
Reno didn't so much as twitch. Welcome to Midgar, Iris.
And then, all at once, the door flew open and a man came barrelling out of there like a bat out of hell, white as a sheet and splattered with blood.
Reno simply held out one foot and let the dumbfuck trip over it, stumbling a few feet and smacking into the wall.
"Keep him there," he said, calmly, and raised his baton. Clearly, the man who was fleeing wasn't the one that he was after, here.
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It was a bit disappointing, truly, that she wasn't going to be allowed to do more.
But--this was a job, and she was happy to do this much.
Ino smiled sharply at the man. "You're goin' to be a good boy, aren't you?" she purred.
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Reno, continued to wait. One second. Two. Three.
And then he brought his baton down, hard, right over the skull of another man as he stepped through the door, with a crack sound that was loud enough to linger in his ears for a few seconds after.
Like music, a little, wasn't it?
"Man," Reno said, as the target of his little assault crumpled to the ground, the gun that he was holding skittering over the cobbles. "What kinda shit are you gettin' into now?"
The man made a feeble grab for his gun, and Reno made a very not feeble stomp onto his hand. The sound that made was far less pleasant than the sound the man's head had made.
"Iris, you wanna pick that little toy up and give it a look-over? We wouldn't want him to be playin' with no Materia that ain't been approved for use in city limits, would we?"
It was probably worth noting that there was no such thing. Materia was materia. Unless you were in Wutai. And then materia was ShinRa's. Period.
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She didn't know if there were or weren't Materia approved in the city limits. She didn't know who these people were, or why Reno had gone after them, and now wasn't the time to ask.
Now was the time to listen, but listen in just the right way and then act like she knew what was going on.
Ino--Iris, she supposed--smiled an impish smile at the man staring at her. Then held up one finger--one moment, right right? he'd stay right there for one moment?--and with a grin that made her eyes sparkle took two steps bouncy steps over to the gun.
She'd scooped it up before she'd even properly gotten over there.
"Hmm," Ino said, her voice almost a sing-song, studying the gun with wide eyes as she kept an eye on it, on Reno, on the man she was supposed to watch. "I think we've got a very bad boy on our hand. Tsk tsk."
Really, all she knew was that the materia wasn't one that Zack had shown her before. But lying, well, came easily.
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"Better confiscate that, yo. Wouldn't want that shit to fall into the wrong hands, would we?"
The man with the hand crushed under Reno's foot made a little whimpering sound. So, naturally, Reno gave his heel a heavy twist.
"See, way I see it, we got two options. This here loser has been warned, again and again, he shouldn't be dealin' his wares in Turks' Jurisdiction, yo." He gave his head a slow shake, deep and condescending. "S'what the slums are for, and he's got less to worry about from dealin' on Corneo's turf than he'll ever have to worry about from us. So. We can bring him in, make him regret bein' the idiot that he is, causin' shit and spillin' blood on my turf. Or, we can send him down to the slums with a warning, yo. We catch his sorry ass up here again, we don't even bother bringin' him in."
Down in the slums, he could be the Security Department's problem.
Or, of course, the Don's.
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Of course it was--everything was a test today.
"I don't know," she said, pocketing the materia and twirling the gun in one hand. "If he ain't listened to warnin' before then I don't see why he'd listen now."
You know?
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"You wanna check an' see if his buddy is still alive in there, or do you wanna babysit both of 'em and let me play?"
After all, there had been gunshots, and there was blood. Neither of these two were bleeding. Or, at least, they hadn't been until Reno had gotten to them, so...
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Which was sad, but alright.
She could handle these two losers.
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Really, nothing terribly exciting went on in there, and the two who were outside with her were too busy cowering to cause any trouble. Reno came out of the building with his PHS in hand, calling HQ to report a body.
"We're gonna have to escort these two back to the cells," he said, as he flipped the phone shut. "Lucky, Rookie, you get to see where he keep all the special losers on your very first day, yo."
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"You heard him," she said, "get up."
As he scrambled up, Ino cast a glance at the other man. "You too."
It was a peculiar sort of power, she thought, watching two men get to their feet, scared to death of her suit and what that meant. She thought she might like it.
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"Good job, Rookie," he said, as he started onward. "Not bad."
He gave the man who had been holding the gun a prod in the small of the back with his EMR.
"And we get to see how these losers handle their staircases, while we're at it, yo."
Get used to never, ever using the elevator in Reno's presence, Ino.
Ever.
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Of course, she also hoped that they weren't going to have to go up all of the stairs.
Ino toyed with the gun she'd kept from the man Reno was poking at, and arched an eyebrow at her captive. He started walking.
He was such a good boy.
"Poor them," she murmured, "but it's all that they deserve, really."