The Causeway, then Midgar, Gaia, Thursday

[intraspective]

Tseng had come through for her. Which wasn't surprising, but was always nice, and Ino had had her pick of buildings to sort through and determine which they were going to burn down in the line of duty.

Several of them were in the slums of Midgar and, Ino, after serious consideration of their locations, had set them aside. She'd take care of them on her own, later, once Sparkle had burnt himself out and she'd seen him on his way.

Sparkle was squishy in weird places. The goal was to give him something to do, not have a shouting match with him with the denizens of the slums listening in. If that happened, she'd be the one fixing that whole mess and while she didn't have moral qualms about erasing people's memories, she'd rather not have to do it en masse because she hadn't considered Sparkle's personality properly beforehand.

That was just sloppy and Ino despised that. Besides, like her mentor, Ino always had treated her Rookies well.

Not that she was telling Sparkle he was a potential Rookie. No sense in scaring him off.

The buildings that weren't in the slums posed more promise, and by the time she was at the Causeway, waiting for him, Ino was well content with her picks.

Now, just to wait for Sparkle.

[For he who is mentioned!]

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[myownface]

Okay, Sparkle had gathered up his cuff, equipped with the materia things that Ino had given him, and had put together a suit that was as close to hers as he could find on such short notice. Sure, the jacket was a button-up instead of a zipper, but as far as he was concerned, zippers on suits were tacky anyway.

He was in the process of tying his tie - so weird to be doing this to go play with fireballs, but sure - as he made his way up to the Causeway.

"Hey," he said, giving her a little grin and a nod. "How goes it?"