http://zo-to.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] zo-to.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-11-01 04:55 pm

Turks can be good at a lot of things. [Active]

Characters: Reno, Rafael, eventual Rufus, Lorelie, and Sabra ... and Kadaj 8D
Content: Reno and Raf decide to hijack a train after dropping Tseng off at Central Station and go off to find Rufus, Lorie, and Sabs.
Setting: General Central Station vicinity
Time: Day-type thing.
Warnings: Reno's got a mouth on him, Rufus is probably irritable, etcetc.

Reno was pretty sure that driving a train was kind of like driving a helicopter, but couldn't be sure. So once they'd bid Tseng luck with the Kadaj problem, Reno led the way back to where the conductor hid out, and whipped out his EMR quietly. Sliding the door open, he gave a slight grin before raising the rod and hitting the man in the side of the neck. Not life-threatening, but he'd probably have a nice bruise later after waking up from the pressure point assault.

"So Raf," he started, hands moving for the levers and everything on the console. "... you know how to drive a train?" he tilted his head back to look over his shoulder, giving the other man a grin. "I fly choppers, not conduct trains." He turned back around to peek at everything, pushing a lever and seeming amused as the train started moving once again.

[identity profile] argentum-basium.livejournal.com 2006-12-09 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, yes, you have. Am I not allowed to joke, Mister President? You're so stiff." He shrugged, honestly a little disappointed Rufus hadn't gone along with it. Even for a joke! It would be the perfect way to keep them in line, really, since they seemed so determined to get in his way. Well, maybe he could just try again later.

Kadaj frowned when the president interrupted his attempt to talk to his brothers, though, tilting his head at him curiously and again feeling rather disappointed. They could have the Reunion right now! Couldn't he see that? He very nearly protested, but the explanation provided was... well, sort of appealing. Almost.

"I should at least tell them I've met with you, you know? So they at least don't think I've met my death at the hands of your Turks here." He gave the two people in question an amused glance, obviously convinced such a thing would never occur. Two little Turks, kill someone (or rather, something like him? Impossible.

The prospect of doing something that Mother would disapprove of, though, made him waver. Maybe there was... aha! He grabbed the hand right in front of him and pulled it closer so that he could see it, putting the journal away with his free hand and then tugging the president's sleeve higher. Completely Geostigma free. Ignoring the suggestion of handkerchiefs, he rubbed at the skin hard with one gloved hand, eyes narrowing as... nothing appeared. Well, the president's hand was redder now, but that was about it.

"... All right. I won't contact them." He let the hand go free, looking away now as if he were almost embarrassed. "My apologies, Mister President. You were saying~?"