1st mission ☀ fun in the sun

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[Reno's one of the hardest working women in Edge, and lately it seems like there's been nothing but work in her life, especially since the city got trashed by those freaks. So when she dreams tonight, her mind drifts away to somewhere quite different: the sunny shores of Costa del Sol--not the most exciting place, usually, but a far cry from the gray skies and grayer buildings of the city.]

☀ #1:
[Miles of pure, untouched, sandy coastline--so tempting to mar it with beer bottles and cigarettes, which is exactly what Reno has done, putting out all her cigarettes in the sand and leaving the green and golden-brown bottles strewn around her, gleaming in the sun. She herself is stretched out on a towel, wearing a black bikini, sunglasses on her face. She's twisted one of her bikini straps around to form a makeshift holster for her Electro-Mag Rod. Because this is a dream, there's no need to worry about the redhead's nemesis: sunburn. She could lie out here all day without turning so much as pink. Lounging beside her is another woman, but at some point she gets up and wanders off. Reno grunts and lets her go, lighting another cigarette and slipping it between her lips. She's sure Rude'll be back later.]

☀ #2:
[There's a party on the shore: a bonfire, people singing and dancing. Reno isn't exactly attending. Instead, she's slinking around in the dark, setting charges in the sand. Once she's done her work, and the festivities are surrounded, she leaves the revelers behind. When she gets some distance between herself and the party, she turns back, just in time to see the explosives go off and the sand go up. And to hear the people start screaming. She grins.]

☀ #3:
[Now Reno, still in her bikini, has engaged in a heated bout of fisticuffs with a large (and suspiciously attractive) young man. She has a black eye and her fists are bloodied, but she clearly is enjoying herself, and the man is in much worse shape. He's covered in bruises, and his nose is bleeding, but she shows no sign of relenting.]

[[OOC: Feel free to encounter Reno at any point during her dream.]]

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#2

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[She's posed casually on a small staircase, dressed in lightweight clothing with a light jacket. The explosions don't seem to trouble her; instead, her lips quirk up as she watches the people running away - and the one woman walking calmly.]

Fireworks weren't enough?

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[Reno doesn't mind the audience. She turns toward the woman on the stairs with a smile.]

Fireworks are never enough. [She pulls her Electro-Mag Rod from her bikini-holster and twirls it.] They're all right, but they're all show. [She wonders how many people got hurt. Hopefully a few, at least.]

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[A few years ago, she'd have run to the beachfront and offered medical assistance to anyone injured. A year ago, she'd probably have helped set the explosives herself.

Now, in the dream, she does neither, tired of that tension in herself.]

And if you're caught? What will you do?

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[She laughs. Now, that's a good joke. She's done so much worse, all sanctioned by the powers that were and perfectly legal. Who's gonna care about a few bruises and abrasions and a lot of sand flying up in the air?]

For one thing, I don't get caught. I don't leave any evidence. For another, I'm a Turk. I'm with the government.

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[It's a funny thing: she's the right hand of the leader of her world; but a part of giving that new government legitimacy has been playing by at least some rules.

She has to admit Reno's way is tempting to that part of herself from a year ago.]

I'm Mizuno Ami. A doctor. [She doesn't introduce herself as anything else, in this form.] Nice to meet you!

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Doctor, huh? [She doesn't seem particularly impressed.] What kind? [She hopes it's the normal medical kind; she doesn't have a great feeling about scientists these days.]

Name's Reno. [She has nothing to say about how nice it is or is not to meet Ami.]

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[The platitudes may be empty, but she still uses them by long-ingrained habit. It's the facetious tone that suggests they're more mocking than polite.]

A cardiac surgeon. [That, considering she looks and is no older than her late teens, is remarkable.]

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Could be worse. [She shrugs. Facetious tones are not lost on Reno, but she's so used to them, she takes them for granted.

Reno isn't impressed by too many people, especially not doctors. In a world where people join the army at thirteen and frequently start careers in their teens, Ami's age doesn't seem too odd to her, especially as she was already a high-ranking government killer official at that age.]

So, you wanna get a drink or something? Or are you gonna stand on those stairs all night?

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[Oh. She would definitely like to be invited out, yes. Ami stands up, brushes off whatever imaginary sand might have gotten on her clothes, and takes a few steps towards Reno.]

If it's somewhere worth going.

#1

[mischieving.livejournal.com]

[ Loki doesn't land himself in dreams too often. When he does, he keeps to himself and in the back. It is far better to observe and know what is coming than let the dreamer know he is there. ]

Re: #1

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[Strange guys staring at her: could be good, but on the other hand, could be bad.

Of course, she quickly becomes aware of his presence. It's her dream, and she's a Turk. She prides herself on being always ready for action, even when she's being lazy. Still, she's on vacation. She won't do shit on vacation, not without a damn good reason. She finishes her cigarette, takes another long drink from her current beer bottle. She takes her sweet time before sitting up and turning toward him. When she speaks her tone is neutral, her expression half-hidden behind her sunglasses.]

You got something to say to me?

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I am certain I could think of many things to say.

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[Oh, a real wit.] Yeah, yet you didn't come up with anything good.

You gonna enlighten me or just stand there staring?

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Or I decided not to waste my time saying them.

[ A smile. ] I'm merely an observer in your dream.

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Right. That must be it. You didn't want to let me know how clever you are. [Eyeroll. Pretending you had worthwhile things to say is so smart.] Good job. [She smiles back.]

I've got news for you--I'm on vacation. I'm nobody's entertainment, cause I ain't doing a damn thing. [In spite of her words, she then rises to her feet in a leisurely fashion, pulls her Rod out of its "holster", twirling it expertly for a moment before she lowers it and yawns.] I'm not into "observers". So if you're not gonna be interesting, get lost.

[mischieving.livejournal.com]

[ Loki doesn't say either way. Revealing one's hand too soon could be a fatal mistake after all. ]

Observing doesn't mean you are having entertainment. It means you are collecting information. That's rarely entertaining. [ An eyebrow raises. ] That's rather cruel.

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[She shakes her head. This guy isn't being any fun, but she thinks she sees what the problem is here.]

If it ain't fun, maybe you ain't doing it right. [She points to her own collar bone, authoritatively.] I'm a professional information collector, and I know how to have a good time. [She is the best information gatherer, as far as she's concerned.] Don't worry, I'll help you out, give you a few pointers. Lesson one: nobody likes strange guys staring at them then saying they're "observing" them. That's weird. Either you be more subtle or you blend in.

[She laughs, then shrugs at the "cruel" thing. Not the first time she's been called cruel.] If it's my dream, it's all about what I want. [Having not previously been aware that this was a dream, Reno's mind accepts it without question, adapting quickly, and she takes control. With a quick gesture of her hand, the scene changes to a bar, Reno's favorite kind of vacation spot.] Want a drink, pretty boy?

2.

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[he's sitting on an abandoned beach chair, one leg drawn up to rest an arm over it in the dark. Don't ask how he got there, he just is. And while he was enjoying the quiet and solitude away from the celebration suddenly the celebration's gotten a lot noisier.

Which, given the fact Reno had just come slinking over somehow seems about right. Pale eyebrows go up the smallest bit.]

I thought you were a lot less active on your days off.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

[She turns away from her enjoyment of the mayhem at the sound of that voice, frowning. Oh, great. Just what she needed. A handful of pain-in-the-ass. When did he get there? She rolls her eyes at him.]

What I do on my days off is none of your business. The things you don't know about me could fill a fucking book. [Wait, no, that's not enough.] Two books.

What're you doing here, anyway? Don't you have some packages to handle? [Then Reno has to laugh at her own bad joke, which she does for a moment or two before frowning again.] I think you've got a thing for ruining my vacations.

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The things I already know about you and wish I didn't fill three.

[he's got no problem calmly snarking right back. His mind's been drifting though, only paying Reno half attention (as usual) and so it takes him a minute to -

cue the slight eye widening and a flat mental 'okay. That's new'.

How to point this out delicately? Oh, right. This is Cloud.]

Didn't realize you'd turning into a girl since last time though.

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Oh right, cause you can only read those picture books. I know the big words give you trouble, but maybe your kids can help you out.

[But then she frowns at what else he has to say. Uh, what is he even talking about?]

They must be real short picture books, too, cause you can't be quick on the uptake if you missed all this. [With a quick gesture of both hands sweeping simultaneously downward, she indicates herself.] Someone ought to get you a biology book instead. [She chuckles. Ha ha, it's funny cause Cloud is stupid.]

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[there's a brief pause in which he debates making the dry comment in response to her 'all this' and chooses instead to focus on what's really important. That being the fact that not only does Reno have boobs but he - she seems to be under the impression she's always had them.

She hasn't even groped herself the way Cloud would assume would be the next step if Reno suddenly went female.

huh. Female Reno.

Cloud bets she'd kick male Reno's ass in a fight. Now that would be funny. Focus, Strife.]

Was Genesis male or female in your world?

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Uh. [This was not the kind of conversation she'd expected to find herself having with Cloud. What's with him? Just to be on the safe side, she slips her Electro-Mag Rod from its makeshift bikini strap holster and warily approaches him. In the light coming from the resort town behind them, one can see the scars on her pale skin. One in particular, crossing her ribcage, looks like it could have been made by a very large sword. Another, covering much of her shoulder and upper arm, might have been caused by some kind of powerful blast. She doesn't seem to mind the scars at all--she has no hesitation about showing them, and actually, she thinks they look cool.] You get hit on the head or something? Why you asking about that guy?

He is a guy. Yeah, everybody thought he was dead, but I figured all that out. [This Reno may have technically discovered Deepground, but she's giving herself a bit too much credit here. She can't give up the chance to mention one of her intelligence-gathering accomplishments, however. She smirks.] What's the matter, Cloud? You need me to give you a tits-or-dick refresher course?

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[Cloud can see just fine in the dark thanks to the mako and he sees that rod coming loose. He's not worried about it, not yet at least. Even on a bad day, he's still faster than Reno but he's not particularly interested in getting into a scuffle with the Turk either. Reno fights dirty and he doubts a sex change has changed that.

Cloud thinks scars are pretty cool too. Except when they're unwelcome reminders.

And if he needed any refresher course about the differences in the sexes, he's got Tifa. Which would be more than enough. Not the point though.]

I remember Genesis being male. But not long ago I met a female Genesis. I know you, but the you I know is male. And he doesn't wear a bikini. At least not that I've been unlucky enough to have to find out about. What's Rude? Girl or guy?

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They cloned Genesis like a million times, right? [Science is not Reno's strong suit, but she knows they were doing a lot of stuff with his genes. She's not too concerned about pondering the mysteries thereof, though.] Why not make a girl one? They probably did. I don't know. Ask Reeve about that shit.

[She's more interested in the idea of a male version of herself, though Cloud is clearly going crazy. Hmm, when genetically manipulated freaks go crazy, it's never a good thing. Well, she'll keep an eye on him and kill him if he seems like a dangerous lunatic. (Somehow, in spite of all evidence to the contrary, she is sure she could accomplish that.) Right now, he only seems harmlessly stupid.] I don't blame you for fantasizing about me, but you're taking it kinda far. I would make an amazingly hot guy, though. [She's just going to picture that for a minute. Yes, definitely hot. She smiles.]

So, you do need a refresher course. Okay, I'll give you the list. I've got tits, Rude has tits, Rufus has a dick, Tseng has a dick, you have a dick-- [She pauses.] At least, I think. You don't have tits, anyway. Reeve has a-- [She's just going to keep going until someone stops her.]