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onepassingnight2012-03-23 05:25 pm
tasercopter) wrote in onepassingnight2012-03-23 05:25 pm
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3rd mission ☆ taking care of business
Usually Reno tends to joke around and not take dreams seriously. Even if there is something to these weird dreams, they're still just dreams, right? So why not goof off? That's what dreams are meant for.
Tonight, she's different. Her expression is colder. Her green eyes have a cool blankness in them. Her bearing's professional (well, for Reno; it's not like she buttoned up her shirt or smoothed down her hair). She's calm and collected, and she is smiling, as usual, but she isn't laughing. The sky behind her is gray with smog, airships flying in the distance, fitted out for peacekeeping with laser cannons. Weapons of peace--it makes a kind of sense. If you have enough weapons, no one will dare to fight you. That's peace, isn't it?
Midgar is still standing, but everything in the city now seems darker than it once was, even Reno's smile. Resources are scarcer, and the wasteland surrounding the city is growing, along with the people's discontent. That means order is more important than ever, and who are the government's best enforcers? The Turks.
It's no wonder Reno's serious: she's on duty. When you work for Shinra, that means there's a lot to be done, and Turks always get the job done. She has her orders, and they're not to take prisoners (well, maybe one or two, for questioning purposes). There's been another uprising, and the President wants it quashed. The sooner, the better. He's not like his father. They won't be taking out a chunk of the city. They'll be killing whoever needs killing, that's all, going right for the leaders. It's for the public good, right? These terrorists disturb the peace, kill innocent civilians. That's the Shinra party line, and she's sticking to it. The ones who'll be killed outright are the lucky ones, for political prisoners don't fare well in Shinra's detention centers.
She doesn't care about that. They'll get what's coming to them. Reno has her electro-mag rod in hand. She has a gun, too, but she prefers the solid physical feeling of metal striking heads, the sizzle and tang of electricity. The fighting has moved the streets now. The enemy's scattered, but they're a small group, and it won't be too hard to round them up and eliminate them. She moves through the shadows, quiet, quick, and driven. There are more of them this way, she knows, trying to escape. She can hear their voices, their footsteps, closer with each moment.
It won't be long now.
[[ooc: In this dream, based on wishing that certain unpleasant events never happened, Sephiroth never returned and Shinra, Inc, the corporate government, didn't fall. The Planet is more dystopian than ever, and Rufus Shinra runs a totalitarian dictatorship.
Feel free to fight with the terrorists, aka rebels, to side with the Turks, to get in the way, or to do something else entirely.]]
Tonight, she's different. Her expression is colder. Her green eyes have a cool blankness in them. Her bearing's professional (well, for Reno; it's not like she buttoned up her shirt or smoothed down her hair). She's calm and collected, and she is smiling, as usual, but she isn't laughing. The sky behind her is gray with smog, airships flying in the distance, fitted out for peacekeeping with laser cannons. Weapons of peace--it makes a kind of sense. If you have enough weapons, no one will dare to fight you. That's peace, isn't it?
Midgar is still standing, but everything in the city now seems darker than it once was, even Reno's smile. Resources are scarcer, and the wasteland surrounding the city is growing, along with the people's discontent. That means order is more important than ever, and who are the government's best enforcers? The Turks.
It's no wonder Reno's serious: she's on duty. When you work for Shinra, that means there's a lot to be done, and Turks always get the job done. She has her orders, and they're not to take prisoners (well, maybe one or two, for questioning purposes). There's been another uprising, and the President wants it quashed. The sooner, the better. He's not like his father. They won't be taking out a chunk of the city. They'll be killing whoever needs killing, that's all, going right for the leaders. It's for the public good, right? These terrorists disturb the peace, kill innocent civilians. That's the Shinra party line, and she's sticking to it. The ones who'll be killed outright are the lucky ones, for political prisoners don't fare well in Shinra's detention centers.
She doesn't care about that. They'll get what's coming to them. Reno has her electro-mag rod in hand. She has a gun, too, but she prefers the solid physical feeling of metal striking heads, the sizzle and tang of electricity. The fighting has moved the streets now. The enemy's scattered, but they're a small group, and it won't be too hard to round them up and eliminate them. She moves through the shadows, quiet, quick, and driven. There are more of them this way, she knows, trying to escape. She can hear their voices, their footsteps, closer with each moment.
It won't be long now.
[[ooc: In this dream, based on wishing that certain unpleasant events never happened, Sephiroth never returned and Shinra, Inc, the corporate government, didn't fall. The Planet is more dystopian than ever, and Rufus Shinra runs a totalitarian dictatorship.
Feel free to fight with the terrorists, aka rebels, to side with the Turks, to get in the way, or to do something else entirely.]]