onepassingnight

[The dream starts innocently enough, a simple stretch of land. It looks like a stretch of land one might find in the western part of the world, or even within Wutai. There's no city or town within sight of it, though there are some mountains off in the distance, their peaks cloaked in the white of snow and ice.

There's a lone figure moving through the area, the healthy grasses and wildflowers brushing lightly against the black leather boots and coat she's wearing. The wind lightly toying with her long silver-white hair. It seems a relaxed and innocent dream, until one notices small tale-tales within the woman's body language. She's seeking something important, but as of yet hasn't found it. Then a rather large black bird appears within the sky and she purposely moves to follow it carefully, watching and waiting until it lands before she moves closer to it, one gloved hand reaching out in such a way it suggests a familiarity with the bird.

What comes as an apparent unexpected shock to her is when the bird turns and attempts to peck at the hand she's extended. She manages to get it out of the way before the blow lands, but the fact that the bird has attempted to hurt her seems to have startled her somewhat. Before she can recover to try reaching for it once again, the black bird spreads its wings and takes off to the skies, leaving her sight within short order.]

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[He was shocked to find out what was off- this Sephiroth was female. Another female clone? This was getting way too weird.]

I don't know. Thought maybe you could tell me?

I have no answers for you. You're the one who invaded my dream. I certainly didn't invite you here.

Hey, if I could control where I showed up, I definitely wouldn't have chosen yours.

Oh? Why not?

[Yes, she doesn't care for you invading her dreams, they're meant to be private, but she is admittedly curious why you wouldn't desire to visit hers if given the ability to pick and choose which to visit.]

[Reno tilted his head. If it was another clone, it was possible she would have no idea what he was talking about.]

Nibelheim ring a bell?

[She considers the name, but there's no real recognition there.]

It's the name of a small town on the western continent, correct? I've not been to it, but I've seen it on the maps I've looked at. Why?

[So Sephiroth wouldn't know anything if he told her about what had happened there. Reno decided it was best not to tell her.]

Nevermind. My mistake.

[That earned a slight raise of an eyebrow and she considered asking the Turk just why he had brought it up with her. Perhaps there was some secret the company held concerning the town that the redhead had thought she had known. Though why that would be a reason to refrain from visiting her dreams, she didn't know. It did make her a little curious about the place now however.]

I see. Do I have to wake up in order to get my mind back to myself, you think?

[She doesn't quite mind your company, it's keeping her from brooding on a certain recent confusing event, but there are some things she doesn't care to share with just anyone. Her relationship with a certain two men, the redhead in particular is one of those things...which is sort of what the dream started off about. Perhaps it's for the better that it has gotten derailed from that... ]

[Reno folded his arms and shrugged.]

I don't got a clue how to get outta here, sweets. Otherwise I probably would have left by now.

[Maybe there was a reason why he was here, though. These things rarely happened without reason, even if it was a screwed up type of reason.]

So, what's got you bothered?

[Oh Reno, you're likely the only one gutsy enough in the company, save Genesis or Angeal, to use such a word in reference to her. There's even faint amusement to be seen in her cat-like green eyes at it despite the fact she usually doesn't care for such flippancy directed toward her. She knows Reno doesn't mean it in a derogatory manner and thus she dismisses it as harmless.

The question however kills any hint of good humor and she looks away from the redhead, toward the direction the bird had taken off toward.]

It's nothing to concern yourself with.

[She has no desire to discuss her troubles with a certain redhead with this redhead. She'd end up having to explain why she was troubled which would end up letting ShinRa know exactly how much her friends actually meant to her. The company had enough of a leash on her as it was, she didn't need to be handing them any more chain to use on her.]

[Now, Reno could sniff out an interesting bit of gossip from anywhere, and this was interesting.]

You sure? Never a better confidant than a turk.

[Reno gets a sideways look at that statement, she watches him through the veil of her bangs quietly for a couple minutes before she finally speaks.]

Provided the Turk can keep what he learns out of the company's ears.

[By which she means mainly Scarlet and the President and especially Hojo's ears.]

[Oh, Reno understands just fine.]

Hojo isn't one of my most favorite of people. The chance to keep something from him? You got me excited.

[There's a faint hint of what might be a smile at that, though it doesn't last long.]

Do friends fight and bicker with each other?

[It's an innocent question, she's not had much of a chance to observe people outside the battlefield or the halls of the company. She's uncertain really how friendship works beyond having people treat you like you're a normal person like anyone else and trusting them to watch your back and keep you alive when you're fighting together on the field.]

[Ok, that one took him by surprise.]

All the damned time. Why?

[You better feel damned honored that she's actually talking to you about her personal life, Reno. Though one might say, she's hoping you'll end up forgetting most of this upon waking while having sounded out this problem on someone who likely has more experience with friendship outside of the military. She's still relatively new to this friendship thing.]

I got into an argument with a friend of mine... over something unexpected. He stalked off afterward refusing to talk further with me.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, that's pretty common.

[He relaxes a bit, rubbing his ear a bit.]

I wouldn't worry about it too much. Sounds like you just need to give him some space.

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