Characters: Reno and you
Setting:
Floor 25 - Meadow: Hand to Hand Fighting Lessons (any day after his sign up post)
Floor 32 - Forest Island: Lurking about here picking berries
Floor 26 - Morgue: Meeting with Tseng (and Zelda) (closed)
Floor 1 - Cafeteria

Format: Either
Summary: See setting. This is an open post!
Warnings: TBA



--Meadow

Reno was here at promptly 0900 in the morning. Though he had actually gotten there earlier to prepare, he didn't mind if students were a bit late. That just gave him an excuse to give them extra work- mostly running around the meadow in lapse.

Oh, and this time he has some weights made out of lead he had made in the workshop. Better be prepared if you mess up!

--- Forest Island

Secretly, Reno darted around the island looking for berries. He had a nice bucketful already, yummy, delicious, juicy looking berries too. These were intended for some of Rusty and his finest wine, made with their revised still that was conveniently hidden somewhere near by. Wouldn't want one of the kids or someone else to stumble on it.

Whistling, Reno felt pretty good. The punch back at the Blind Date had done its job, giving everyone a good time, and it... gave him a strangely satisifed feeling. Their efforts were appreciated, you know? Who cares how long it took to make the stuff anymore. This was a sure ticket.

---Morgue

There was a reason why Reno had chosen this place. Nobody except the creeps came down here, not liking the reminder of death, even though in this place death was a joke. Chances are that people wouldn't be here to overhear what he was going to tell Tseng.

The chill from the freezer units had him rubbing his hands together, but he wasn't sure if that wasn't also partly nervousness. He had felt sure of himself and confident when Tseng wasn't here, like he knew exactly where to go and what to do, but now... he didn't know anymore. Tseng was the one person he actually did have to answer to here, his old loyalties flaring up, though months had weakened them slightly.

Shiva knew how Rusty was feeling, if Sparky himself was this antsy. Maybe he should go talk to him after this...

Either way, it was time.

---Cafeteria


He had started taking his meals regularly here again, after the food stock he and the others had built up ran out, though he still had some leftover nutribars hidden at the bottom of his closet.

That wasn't to say he trusted the food here at all, always opting to make something for himself instead of eating what was served. Usually it was a sandwich with the most innocuous ingredients he could find. This month's menu looked like something out of the Gi Tribe Family Dining arena, and he knew what kind of food those people had eaten.

His mood was somber during breakfast, quiet and not prone to talking. This was a trend ever since the ill fated plot of Ganondorf's. It had hit Reno pretty hard, sending him into that same laid back attitude he had acquired right after returning to Shinra. He was a man with many things on his mind, not a one nice.