onepassingnight | 1st mission ☀ fun in the sun

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1st mission ☀ fun in the sun

[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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[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?

[ He actually cracks a smile at that and lets himself be amused. He turns and walks a few feet away. ]

It may be your dream, but my actions are still my own. There are times were dreams seem to crossover and link together. This is one of those such times. And, even I should not have to tell you that you do not always get what you want.

First I heard of it. [It sounds idiotic to her.] I bet I'm only dreaming that you're saying that, and you're nothing but some guy my brain thought up because I had one too many or too much curry last night. [A pause, another teasing smile.] Usually my brain makes up better guys. Look at you. You're still wearing your shirt.

[She's fast in life and even faster in her dream. She appears at his side, changing the scene to--another bar, unsurprisingly, but this one louder, closer and more crowded--to close the distance between them in an instant. There's a drink in her hand, and she offers it to him. Whiskey: straight.] Maybe not always, but I usually get what I want. I'm lucky that way.

So, what's your name?

I'm sure.

[ Loki simply lofts an eyebrow at her. Oh, this is lovely--which means he doesn't think it's that lovely. He glances around as the scenery changes and then sits down beside her. ]

Loki.

[She gets dissatisfied with the bar--as she doesn't have the longest attention span, so suddenly they are sitting together on a red leather couch in a quiet, dimly lit room. Well, she isn't sitting so much as lounging. She's still trying to give him a drink, though now she has one of her own, which she is drinking.]

So, Loki, what's with the observing? What do you wanna know? Maybe if you play your cards right, I'll tell you something. [Wink.]

[ With a nod of his head he takes the drink. Though he hasn't seen someone with such a low attention span as hers. ]

Simply as to why this phenomenon keeps happening. Nothing more.

[She'd say she can focus when she needs to, but her superiors might not agree that she always manages it. What can she say: she doesn't always feel like following orders.

She's still not sold on this "shared dreams" thing. She could easily have dreamed that up.]

That's boring, Loki. Do you want to be a boring guy? I hope not.

If you're really showing up in somebody else's dreams, why not enjoy yourself? That's what I'd do. Wait--you're saying I could show up in other people's dreams, too? [She has to laugh, at that.] Maybe I'll be in one of yours someday.

I've been told by several that I am boring. Perhaps you'd find more company in my brother and his friends than myself.

[ He shrugs with a smile. It doesn't bother him now. It's clear to him he'll never match up to his "brother" or anything Thor could accomplish. His "father" wouldn't accept him. ]

You certainly have the possibility. Although if you'd want to is another question entirely.

Maybe. I gotta tell you, I don't like the company of a lot of people. [She says this in a friendly tone, but she's being quite sincere. There are few people she likes, though there are a few more that she tolerates. And plenty of people she enjoys annoying.

If anything, so far this guy reminds her a little of Tseng, who's on the "like" list, though really, she doesn't know anything about Loki yet.] Your brother, huh? What's he like?

Oh? Why wouldn't I want to? You have a lot of nightmares?

Neither do I. Strange how two people of similar views find themselves in the same place. [ He is equally as sincere, because it is a little strange. ]

He is abrasive and headstrong. He has apparently grown quite the moral code as of late, but I do question it.

[ He grins. ] Normally one does not remember their dreams.

Might not be that strange, if I made you up. [She's not entirely letting go of that theory, but she's mostly joking now.]

Moral code? [Now, that's funny. She snorts.] No, I don't think we'd get along. [Maybe Shinra's acting more in the public interest than before, but hey, things change, and Rufus knows what he's doing. It's all for a good reason, not to mention good publicity. It doesn't mean she's moral.] I don't do moral codes.

I remember them. Sometimes. I wouldn't know if I forgot them, since then I don't remember. [She has her share of nightmares, but living through the apocalypse will do that. Not that she'd talk about that.]

I see. Might I ask why you feel there is no point in them?

Cause they don't mean anything, that's why.

Everyone who says they've got one breaks it, even if they act all high and mighty, like they don't.

Everybody's got a breaking point, and everybody's got a price. It's just a matter of how high.

And, what might yours be? [ After all she believes he's just a part of her dream. There's technically no harm in telling him. Right? ]

[The reason she wouldn't discuss it is because the truth is annoying. She hadn't believed she could be really bought, but then somebody had saved her life and the lives of everybody who'd mattered to her, all at once, just like that. It had startled her. Not that she wants to go into that; it sounds too sappy and stupid.

That said, when the Turks and Rufus aren't in play, things are different. She's more or less chaotic and self-involved.]

Like I said, I don't have a moral code, so if I feel like doing something, I will. Or if there's something in it for me. It depends.

Usually there are reason for such things, but I won't make you give information you are not willing to part with.

[ Loki finally takes a seat. ]

Reasons? [She stretches, then takes another drink, nonchalant.] I got a job, but outside of that, I do what I want.

What about you? What's your deal?

I've recently become homeless, it seems.

[Reno leans out and puts her feet up, relaxing.] I know what that's like. I used to be homeless. My parents ditched me when I was a kid.

What're you gonna do now, Loki?

That is the question. [ He has a few ideas in mind. Piggy-backing into the small group that Thor was with. Just to see what sort of madness he could cause. ]

Parents aren't as reliable as one would think.

I joined a gang.

You need to get some friends, Loki, that's what you need. Who won't get sick of you. You could stand to be more fun. And you could stand a couple drinks in you. [She offers a glass again.]

I never thought parents were reliable. They're just the girl who squeezes you out and the guy who knocked her up.

[ There's a chuckle. ]

I'm afraid that many do not find my company, ah, preferable.

Oh, and why's that? [For all her relaxed manner, she is trying to get information about him, but she doesn't sound as if she cares much, and she probably couldn't seem more casual, as she downs more whiskey.]

Let me guess, it's got something to do with how well you carry a conversation. People are intimidated by all that charisma, right? [She laughs.]

It can't be your pretty face. There's nothing the matter with that.

[ He smiles. ]

More is in the fact they do not trust me, I'd imagine.

Maybe that's cause of your little enigmatic remarks. They don't exactly inspire confidence. Hey wait, let me try one.

[She thinks, then does what is clearly meant to be a Loki impression. It's not the greatest, but it's not the worst. "Little enigmatic remarks" are also not her specialty.]

Trust is earned by the trustworthy.

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