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Of Turks and trains... [active]

Characters: Reno, Tseng, and eventually Rafael
Content: Reno and Tseng head off to meet up with Raffy on the rain to drag him to the Central Station. Pickpocketing and general Reno and Tseng behaviors.
Setting: On the train nearly to Vanaheim from Joutenheim.
Time: Morning... ish.
Warnings: Eventual Nobody violences? I dunno. Tseng being scary.

Well it's not everyday you're ordered to steal... But Reno took his days as a Turk with stride. He'd killed people with his bare hands before as one, and really this wasn't something that insane. He strolled casually throughout the entire train, face with a cool expression that kept himself less noticed that he expected. People were afraid, and when they noticed that he'd touched them, they merely passed it off when he said 'excuse me' and went back to their conversation of the white creatures or being traumatized.

His steps were startling to jingle a little now with all the objects he'd collected in no time at all, the look across his face calm still but the glint in blue eyes up to something. Good thing they were half-lidded the entire time he went through that train. He'd gotten into everyone's pockets that he could, and was finding a surprising variety of currency.

Of course, this wasn't his worry really. If Paixao took that much currency exchange, well then. They'd be just fine.

Until that was Reno's wrist was caught in a rather ragged looking man's big, fat fist. Well, things had been going smoothly until that point. He grinned sheepishly, his hand halfway in the man's pocket. "Well hi there. Sorry about that, yo." He straightened and moved to pull his hand out, but wasn't released with the death glare evident. Reno wasn't sure how he was caught, he was the best pickpocket that ever could've existed in Midgar. He turned a blue eye in Tseng's direction, quirking his brows up hopefully.

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Well, this was one of the more interesting orders they had ever been given; steal random bits of currency from people on a train. It wasn't that Tseng saw the task as beneath him, exactly, but as far as he was concerned there were a variety of reasons for Reno's existence, and this - delegation - was one of them.

This, of course, did not mean that he was slacking and letting Reno do the work; he was far too conscientious for that, naturally. He was keeping a close and careful eye on the other Turk, making sure that he didn't - as Rufus had expressly asked for him not to be - get arrested. He had been doing rather well so far, Tseng had thought, and it was very likely to Tseng that Reno had prior experience at such things; up to the point where the man had grabbed Reno by the wrist.

Well, he couldn't have that. That would lead to the failing of orders, so. Tseng quite fluidly, and quickly, leaned to the side and delivered a hard kick to the side of the man's head - not hard enough to kill him, because Tseng was very exact about these things, but enough to knock him out for a while.

The woman sitting two seats down from the man was staring, horrified; Tseng glanced at his fellow Turk warningly - be more careful, Reno - and then smiled at her pleasantly.

"Train staff," He said to her, voice benevolent and professional, "We can't have any passengers harassing travellers who have done nothing wrong. Sometimes offensive action is necessary."

He'd made it up on the spur of the moment, but she appeared to accept it - probably more the official tone of his voice than what he had actually said. She looked fairly unhappy anyway - probably the 'white creature' issue, Tseng would assume. Nevertheless, they appeared to be reaching their destination, so this rather ridiculous little task would soon come to a close anyway.

He moved to Reno, asking quietly: "Any success?"

When his wrist was released, Reno expertedly stepped away while at the same time pulling the goal object out. He fluidly stuffed it in his pocket, before bending over and pulling the somewhat pudgy man to sit against the seat. Somehow, in the meantime while trying to appear polite and helping the man sit up in his unconcious state, Reno had pilfered him completely. He resumed standing from his stoop, flashing the woman one of his well-practiced smiles before he began walking off.

The look Tseng gave him was not forgotten, and after that the redhead Turk was more careful. He didn't feel the need to be kicked in the head, no matter how much the grin on his face told how he was amused by it. When asked the question, he held up his newest catch from the unconcious man's pockets once out of sight of the passengers who'd seen the events. He did an 'okay' sign with the other hand, and kept the grin there.

"I think I might need to tighten my belt soon, yo. The change is making my pants heavy." He dropped the newest catch into mentioned pockets, and decided he had enough while he jingled along in the train calmly. "I think I got enough, though. Raf's gonna snag some of the local foliage, it's apparently rather shiny. Paixao folks might take it, yo. Money growing on trees, heh." He moved to find himself a seat, falling back into it lazily and crossing his legs so he could pull out the currency and dig through it, try and figure out how much he was actually looking at.

Of course, a few watches popped up here and there, that had been on wrists at the time he stole them. Oh yes, Reno was indeed good at this, ah, delegation.

"An interesting irony, yes." Tseng agreed at the 'money growing on trees' comment, looking down at Reno's haul. The man did appear to have done very well indeed; there were enough shiny trinkets, watches, and pieces of jewelry there probably to buy them something interesting. Tseng had held a few gil in his pocket, which had been enough to get them train tickets on the way here, but now they appeared to be considerably richer.

He looked up as the train pulled in to Vanaheim station. "And, here we are." He added, heading toward the door; of course, his excuse of being a member of the train staff wouldn't exactly hold now he was getting off the train, but that hardly mattered. He would never see these people again.

The train's door opened, and Tseng stepped out, glancing left and right for any sight of a man who, to him, had been long dead. The very idea of Rafe and the others being alive here ridiculous; but, at the same time, very refreshing. And their presence would likely be very much needed, since ... well, Tseng had been spending some of his time on the train having a discussion with Kadaj, who was here (worse luck), and there was always strength in numbers. Not enough strength, but that thought was superfluous to need.

He glanced back to ask Reno, "Do you see him anywhere?" Meaning Rafe, of course.

Amusingly enough, Reno had planned on paying back Tseng for the tickets onto the damned train. Reno had tried to get in without paying... even going so far as to jumping the turnstyle. However, Tseng and the person in the booth scolded him, so he stood there patiently when it happened. When the train began to slow, the Turk bobbed his head up a moment to look out the windows. Hm. After dividing everything up--watches and jewelry together, currency in another pile--he stuck them in pockets again before rising.

Reno shifted up to his feet easily after this, journal sliding off his lap and dangling once more, his EMR doing the same from his wrist. He jingled softly now from all his pickpocketed items, a cocky grin across his face like usual and the glint still there in his blue eyes. He looked around for Rafael, and if he had animal ears, they'd perk to listen for any sounds that the 'squirrelhead' would make. "Not yet," was Tseng's response, and he advanced into the station with a look on his face of curiousity.

"But he'll be easy to find," he tapped on the top of his head, referring to Rafael's hairstyle.

Rafe, as he knew it, looked ridiculous as he climbed that shiny maple tree. As Reno had asked, he resolved to acquire a couple branches of the sparkling leaves. It was an order, and he was an obedient Turk; thus, he swallowed dignity and stammered up, breaking off the thinner branches of the plant. He noticed that even the bark sparkled, causing him to raise a brow in how this city worked. Plants made of glitter? Diamonds? Something expensive? He wondered if materia had anything to do with it.

He noticed someone looking through the window as he climbed the maple; an ~~old~~ elderly woman. When he turned to look, the curtain was hastily dropped back down to cover the entire window. He figured that he'd better make this quick otherwise she'll come out with a shotgun. That's what happened back in Midgar one time when...nevermind. He couldn't dabble around now! Reno wasn't the only one waiting for him; he knew Tseng would have his head for being overly unpunctual.

Landing softly with about half a dozen full branches of glittering leafy goodness, Rafe dusted his shoulders and set for the train station. The area was rather empty; everyone was indoors most likely because of those slinky monsters. Speaking of slinky monsters, they seemed to have disappeared, but a Turk can never be too safe. He continued the walk with a pistol in one hand.

Not long after five or seven minutes did he come upon the station. He heard the train loudly pull the brakes and halt. He sighed in relief; he wasn't late after all. Shifting into a jog, Rafe tucked his pistol back into his holster belt and took the stairs two steps at a time. Aside from The Hair™, his superiors would recognize him by the conspicuous tree branches. I mean, who walks into a train station with three-foot long sticks everyday? Only Rafe.

The reason that Rafe was finding himself so without white creatures at the moment was because the ... beasts, for that was the only word Tseng could really think of to describe them other than 'creature' ... had found themselves on the station platform. Tseng, having deboarded the train calmly, ignored the other people making terrified noises and running away; they were civilians. That was what they did. Besides, the creatures seemed to be ... quite insane, from the looks of things. Fairly large also, to an extent - definitely somewhat more intimidating than the last set he had seen. Tseng sighed, and turned to walk away before they decided to attack him. He really wasn't interested in fighting them until he knew whether they died easily or not.

"I suppose he will be," He agreed with Reno mildly as he moved ahead, unsure of whether Reno was following behind him or not - however, as he did now, he tended to naturally assume the other was following. He knew what Reno meant regarding the hairstyle - although of course it would be unprofessional for him to actually comment on it, which was why he was being deliberately vague. As he headed toward the stairs, the first thing he caught sight of was a rather reflective tree branch; then a very unusual hairstyle, and a uniform which certainly belonged to a Turk.

Definitely Rafe; and having spoken to them on the journals was one thing, but it was still shocking to actually see someone he had believed to be long dead (and still believed to be so, of course; just not here) heading toward them was a little... surprising, to say the least. He let none of this show on his face, however; he had more important things to worry about than mere apparent temporal paradoxes or whatever one would call them.

He raised a hand to Rafe, not so much in greeting as in acknowledgement as the other approached; then took a quick glance back at the white creatures. Apparently, the people who had screamed had attracted attention. Well, that worked well enough for their purposes.

Once they were off the train, Reno had immediately turned his back to Tseng and started walking backwards, whipping his EMR out completely but not charging it. If they attacked, he was quite prepared, his eyes resting on them at the moment but his steps seeming to shadow Tseng's. He was quite used to walking backwards for some reason, and seemed almost immediately accomodated to it. The jingle with his steps continued, bouncing a little bit but not too much, as his journal patted off his hip slightly. He trusted Tseng well enough not to suddenly stop with him following, so simply continued to follow.

Reno seemed to be observing the creatures more than anything as he followed his Wutai boss, head tilting like a curious animal and blue eyes resting on one of the large ... things. They weren't like monsters he'd seen before. And then moved like they were being pulled on a string, limbs limp for the most part but somehow managing to wield those weapons... His brows furrowed curiously before he glanced over his shoulder. Good, he was still a decent space between Tseng's back and his own, so he wasn't going to run into him anytime soon.

He turned back around and entrusted that the Wutai man would notice Raffy sooner than he would anyways. He was more observant anyhow, as he was Tseng. One kind of had to expect him to be observant. Besides, his eyes were on the white creatures. They were more dangerous appearing than the other one's that were around before they had gotten to the station...

Reno hadn't even noticed the stick-carrying squirrelhead that was his slum buddy.

Back in his time, Tseng was always busy. He was next in line for being the head of the Turks after all. But unlike his sleek-haired superior, Rafe had last seen him not more than a week ago. He raised saluted as best as he could even with the branches in hand. "Sir!" he chimed.

Brows raised as he noticed familiar red hair not far behind Tseng. Vivid as always--and long. Rafe tilted his head to one side as he proceeded up the stairs and next to Tseng.

"....Wow, you grew your hair, Ren." Most obvious statement of the week. He wouldn't given another comment (like how now that he was up close he could see gray roots sprouting in some places of the older Turk's head), but that would have to wait for later as he handed Tseng the leaves and took out his pistols. He moved between Reno and Tseng, raising the pistols and ready to shoot. "These are different from the ones that I met at the gate," the darker of the three informed as he observed the white things leap and slide about the station.

"Rafe," Tseng greeted him mildly, not allowing any of his shock at the strangeness of this, for he and Reno, to seep through into his voice. "You appear to be sprouting." He paused, looking down at the leaves in his hands; noting their odd shiny qualities, he nodded, and stuffed them into the pockets of his uniform.

"There appears to be many different types," He added, turning to stand beside Reno, pulling his revolver from the inside of his jacket now he had placed the leaves into adequate places. "I think evasive action would be wiser than going on the offensive; particularly as we need to meet with the others."

Finding Rufus, of course, had to be their top priority; particularly with circumstances as they were. Tseng wasn't at all happy with the way things were working at the moment, but the discomfort could wait until they were all together. All. Because the Turks who were meant to be dead apparently were really ... real.

How interesting. It was sad that when extraordinary things happened, Tseng got the urge to write a report about them, but he did. Perhaps he would write one later, for catharsis. For now, though, further travel was the intended option - Tseng didn't know exactly how this station worked yet, but he would work it out in a few moments, and then they'd be able to work out how to get on to their next destination. Where hopefully, the rest of the group would be waiting.

Reno's head turned again when he heard his Rafael nickname, blinking in an almost perplexed manner. He nearly seemed to of forgotten that he was dead, but it hit him when it was his voice again. The same as it was eight years ago. The redhead withheld the urge to frown, and instead turned and continued to turn as he came around to stand near him, between him and Tseng. He had to stare at him for a moment, blinking a little before forcing himself to grin. Don't get emo all over them, Reno. That wouldn't be a very good thing for you, honestly. What would the other Turks say?

With that in mind, he tossed his head a little to get his 'mullettail' off his shoulder. "Seems I have, yo." Was his simple response, before he turned and lifted his EMR up a little more level with his chest. "We probably should head out soon. The things with their ... spoons or whatever the hell those are don't seem to be too friendly," Reno inserted smart assedly, although his fellow Turks would understand what he was talking about. He knew it because they knew him so well.

"'sides, I don't know how long Lorie and Sabs can keep Boss out of trouble for too long. You know how he gets, Tseng." He tilted his head to look on the other side of Tseng with a bit of a grin, which this time travelled to his eyes as well. "I'm thinkin' they're gonna be at the Central stop, yo. That's right, ain't it?"

Rafe's right eye twitched a little at the mention of Rufus. He still couldn't believe that he was the president of Shin-Ra, Inc, neither the fact that Sephiroth killed Mr. ShinRa. And there was still that regret from earlier on the message boards. Sabra's voice subconsciously rang "tact" over and over. Again, his face soured, but he did not let it show, for the Nobodies seemed to have run out of regular citizen pray and set their mind on some dessert... or something.

"I've read that the trains make round trips, so we'd better get back on before it--"

Just their luck; the train's whistle blew and the gears began to move again. If they didn't make it back within ten second, they'll have chase the train down the tracks.

"Run!!"

Reno had raised a good point; if they didn't get there soon, Rufus would have likely done something ridiculous. And so had Rafe- running. Yes. Rafe was very right in this situation, actually; they would need to run around the white creatures, of course, but Tseng was sure the others would understand that for themselves without him needing to inform them of it. Running for the train was wholly undignified, but it was better to be undignified and actually get to the central station rather than attempt to come away with this with some dignity and miss it.

Of course, this also meant that they had to get back on the train with the person that Tseng had knocked out, who would probably come around before they got there. As he burst into a run, Tseng couldn't help but smile, just slightly, at such a thought; it could lead to a rather amusing confrontation, which of course for professionalism's sake he should not find at all funny.

He did, of course, hope that Reno was going to keep hold of the things he had stolen as they ran. To lose it would be counterproductive.

The redhead was about to say something else involving Rufus and his troublemaking skills that he seemed to possess before Rafe had mentioned the train. Reno turned his head in slow-mo to notice it moving, and frowned deeply at the thought of having to chase it. Trusting that Rafael would shoot the things if they started to advance towards them, or Tseng would suddenly whip out one of his surprise weapons if he needed, Reno released his EMR and placed both hands on his pants, fingers covering the tops of his pockets while his thumbs found belt loops to hook into.

Tseng wasn't the only one concerned about the loot he had so kindly aquired, he would prefer keeping all that crap to give to Rufus. Little did he know it might be effective in keeping Rufus at bay with the future Sephiroth debate that they would get into shortly. "Goddamnit, I hate trains now!" he yelled as he moved after the ancient behemoth, scowling darkly as he ran, making it cleanly past Rafael as his well-earned title of fastest Turk made itself present.

Well, if they missed the train, they could always get a sleigh and have Reno pull them along.

As he was on duty, Rafael cleanly shot down any opponent approaching their path of charge. They needed to reach that train with as little obstruction as possible. He covered both flanks, gunshots ring and used bullets clinking upon the cement. An eye followed as Reno zipped passed him. He'd have laughed to himself about his still being quick as ever despite his age. Oh, nevermind, he didn't suppress the chuckle. A grin on his face, he retracted his pistols and prepared to jump the platform.

Tseng, while not as fast a runner as Reno (in all honesty, he didn't know anyone who was a faster runner than Reno), did have rather good mid-motion aim. It was just a question of blowing the weapons out of the creatures' hands - after that, then, they were fairly useless. The train wasn't moving entirely fast yet, it was an old and outdated piece of kit by the looks of things, so he leapt off the platform and onto the train, then turned to provide Rafe fire cover while the other boarded - it certainly wouldn't do to leave him behind with a platform full of monsters, would it?

At least it seemed as if they were going to catch the train and get to Central station. This was certainly a start.

Reno being fast did not mean Reno was graceful.

When he had jumped for the platform, of course he had landed... he'd landed on worse things than a moving train before. But of course, Reno was a klutz on some occasions, and nearly made a new friend with the train's wall once on the platform. Grumbling something about trains needing to be banned, the redhead turned to watch Tseng and Rafael board, tilting his head.

He should invest in a gun here... he doubted the EMR would last long or well on these strange creatures. But now that they were on the train and out of trouble--for the moment--Reno turned to his fellow Turks and sighed a little. "So... we should... probably figure out what we're gonna do, yo." He dusted himself off from the run, frowning a very uncharacteristic frown. This Paixao place was a pain in his ass...

The blue-haired Turk was last to land. He didn't crash into a wall like a certain slum buddy, but he had to catch himself from doing the same by grabbing a pole. As the station and any living Nobodies distanced themselves, Rafe exhaled. He grinned candidly, expressing a "close call" moment. Storing his pistols, he flipped his hair to the side and picked up the leaves that had dropped from the branches he ~~stole~~ acquired.

"Ah," he nodded, "we're going to the central station, right? To meet up with Lorie, Sabra, and...President Rufus." He all but gulped after saying his name. He was still embarassed by what happened on the journals.

"We are," Tseng agreed; he'd managed a little more of a graceful ascension than his counterparts, it seemed, but then that would be expected of him, of course. "The plans may change at a moment's notice, however," He added, somewhat vaguely.

The plans would certainly change, for example, if a certain President decided to continue to put himself in ridiculous amounts of danger. But Tseng didn't really think he needed to talk about that with the two other Turks right now.

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