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Character(s): Reno, Spot Conlon, and Beat
Content: meeting to discuss the Resistance
Setting: Paixao Central Station
Time: some unspecified amount of time after this thread
Warnings: none yet

Despite frequent appearances otherwise, Reno was actually fairly capable of being patient, should the need arise. That was quite possible one of the reasons he hadn't actually set a time for the meeting he'd proposed. That and the fact that he was fine with waiting at the station for as long as he needed to.

There were always people to watch and if his hair and clothes made him stand out more than he would have in a place that wasn't largely populated by blonds, well he didn't mind. And it would certainly make him easier to spot (pun not intended) when the people he was waiting for got here. Until they did he'd just occupy himself with people watching, leaning casually against one of the walls as he did so.

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Neither Spot nor Beat had any idea where Central Station was, so after a lot of stumbling around and locating a map, they were on their way to meet that Reno guy Spot had talked to.

On the way, between keeping an eye out for his sister, Beat had decided to show Spot how his skateboard worked and was making his way down the streets, alternating between zig-zagging around citizens and obstacles and pausing to wait for Spot to catch up. Normally, when he went out with Rhyme, he'd let her catch a lift on the back of his board-- but Spot was not an eleven year old girl, and so he had to hoof it.

"Hey, bro, you say that guy was a redhead?" Beat called back as he spotted somebody up ahead with bright red hair. "I thinks I see 'im, yo."

Spot, of course, was too dignified to go running around the streets after Beat but while he wasn't exactly racing to catch up, he wasn't just taking a leisurely stroll either. It might not be Brooklyn, but it was still a city and loitering around places you didn't know made you a target, which was proven just from what Reno had told him. When he caught up again with Beat and heard that he'd spotted someone, he followed the other boy's gaze, which wasn't hard since the guy really did have bright red hair. "Yeah, dat's him, c'mon."

He strode over to the man with all the confidence he hadn't left behind in New York, one hand resting casually on the cane in his belt, posture relaxed but completely self-assured as he looked the redhead up and down. He didn't look like anyone that Spot had ever seen, but then neither did Beat or half the other people they'd encountered on their way, but he wasn't about to let that throw him. "You Reno?"

"That's the one, yo," Reno answered with a smirk, even as his eyes flickered over the pair in front of him, measuring strengths and weakness and anything they might have that could either be used as a weapon or to hide a weapon. After all, he'd been a Turk for far to long to assume that just because someone seemed unarmed they didn't have some trick hidden up a sleeve or down a boot.

"Who's your friend?" They hardly seemed like a pair that had come from the same place before ending up here and Spot hadn't mentioned the name of person he was going to be bringing, after all.

Beat held his skateboard under his arm as he glanced at Reno with a discerning gaze. There was a deep-set frown on his face as he sized up the guy. At least he had some pretty good fashion sense, unlike poor Spot. How retro could a guy possibly get?

"Name's Beat," he said with a 'sup nod to Reno. "Me an' him're partners for the time bein', so where he goes, I go, yo." He squeezed his own shoulder a little bit nervously. "You th' guy who was talkin' bout tortures an' all that?"

Spot let Beat introduce himself, watching the two interact. Of course he didn't know either of them and for all he knew they were both part of this organization. He'd spent enough time with Beat to be pretty damn sure he could trust him, but this was the first time he'd actually met Reno and he made a mental note to make sure to keep his eyes open.

"What he says," Spot chimed in, nodding to Beat. "What kinda torturin' we talkin' 'bout here?"

Well, if one wanted to get technical about it, Reno was part of an organization. It just wasn't the same as the one that was busily making a name for themselves, even if occasionally they did do a bit of kidnapping and torture.

But admitting to that would hardly be appropriate here. It was far better if they see him as the lazy bastard he was.

"Haven't been able t' get quite as much on that as I'd like, yo," he answered a bit sheepishly. "From what I've heard 'sgot somethin' t' do with 'darkness'. And I ain't talking 'bout the kinda darkness that happens when you turn off the light, yo."

That moogle had mentioned something about dark magic, after all. Which he had to admit, certainly made a bit more sense for these experiments than just a lack of light.

Beat looked utterly baffled. Darkness? How could somebody be tortured with darkness? It's not like you could bottle it up and sell it on the corner like some hardcore energy drink or whatever.

"Well that don't make no sense," he said irritably. "Darkness ain't torture."

Spot agreed, it made more sense to torture someone using the kind of darkness that you came from turning off a light, he didn't understand how they could torture anyone with any other kind of darkness.

"So I takes it," he asked, crossing his arms and rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "ya ain't talked t'nobody dey took or dey ain't talkin' or dey don't let 'em go, s'at what ya sayin'?"

"Oh, they let 'em go." Reno answered. "'Sjust that most 'f 'em ain't exactly been real free with th' details of what our shadowy friends've been up to."

Not that he could really blame them in the long run. Especially not with the guys still at large, and Gaia only knew what they'd do if they found out that people had been leaking secrets. Word had it they were dangerous after all, and dangerous meant that caution was sometimes the best policy.

Beat's facial expression was twisted as though he were in deep thought-- either that or he was getting a stomachache. There was a group of people torturing innocents-- but then letting them go? Like it was fun!?

He gritted his teeth furiously. "Whadda they think this is a game or somethin'!? Like hurtin' people is like playin' wit' toys?! Hell wit' that! What if they grabbed somebody like us who was just here on vacation?! They gonna get what's comin' to 'em- I'll give 'em a beatdown!"

"Easy, Beat." Spot held his arm out as if to keep his new companion from charging off into the streets swinging his fists until he possibly hit one of the members of this . . . well, he didn't even know what. "We'll soak 'em, but we gotta know what dey are foist. Dey ain't no gang like I ever hoid o'," he said, turning back to Reno. "So what? Dey part o'da gov'nment 'round here or some'in'? Gotta be in wit'em if dey're doin' some'in' dis big an' none o'da cops 'round here's doin' nuttin' 'bout it."

"Not so fast there, kid," Reno admonished, EMR landing gently on Beat's shoulder. "No sense in runnin' off half-cocked, yo." Much as he hated to admit to it, they'd need a plan for this - and something past his usual 'go in, beat some information out of someone to find the guy, kill him'.

Everything was harder when you didn't know where people where hiding and couldn't find someone who was willing to point you in the right direction.

"Ain't seen any cops, yo. An' I don't think 'sjust cause I've kept missin' 'em either. But yeah, you could call 'em part'f the government. The mayor sure as hell ain't the one in charge, that's for sure." That at least, was nothing new to Reno at least.

"Oh, an' one more thing. Whatever this is, it ain't a vacation. Don't start thinkin' it is."

Beat huffed furiously as the other two settled him down-- but the admonition got him thinking a little clearer. They were right... who knew what kind of people this group was made up of? What if they were like Reapers and held all the cards in this weird place? This could all be some kind of bizarre game, and rushing off blindly was a great way to get killed.

This place was resembling the Reaper's Game more and more, and it was making Beat feel increasingly uneasy. "So if we can't smoke 'em out, how's we s'pposed to do anything?" If the group was as strong as they sounded, it wouldn't be easy to fight them. Beat, of course, could deal with them easily-- but there was Spot and this Reno guy to think about. Three of them would be all right in a brawl, right?

As far as Spot was concerned, no police was a good thing. In his experience, the police department was one of the most corrupt organizations in New York and he doubted that it was that different elsewhere; they worked for whoever gave them the most perks at the time, and in this city, a newsie from Brooklyn didn't have much to offer, much as Spot hated to admit it. But Beat had a point: If they wanted to do anything about this, they needed to smoke these guys out of their hiding places, and if they wanted to smoke them out then they needed to know something about what what would catch their attention. From what Reno was saying, they didn't really know that much about them.

"What do we know about 'em?" he asked, hoping it was more than just that they were doing these experiments. "What kinda people do dey look for t'take? Or bettah yet, what do dey look like? Every gang's gotta identifyin' symbol or some'in, even if dey don't call 'emselves a gang."

Reno couldn't really say much about police organizations, whether corrupt or not. Sure, Midgar had a police force, but like everything else it was controlled by ShinRa.

Which meant that it wasn't really anything he worried about much, except for when a job ended up with him sitting in a jail cell somewhere. But usually either Rufus or Tseng busted him out before he could really have to deal with it much.

"They used to," Reno answered. "Used t' all wear long black hooded coats. But they've wised up since they ain't 'sactly the most popular people in the city." Let's see there was something else too. Now what had it been?

Ah. That was it. "Rumor has it they've all got an 'X' in there names, but that ain't a real good marker." Names were, after all, very very easy to assume and as long as you didn't slip no one'd know what you gave wasn't your real name.

Beat had stared off into the distance as though very distracted by something shiny. Really, he was thinking about everything he'd found out so far.

"So they ain't gonna just come marchin' out if we challenge 'em, I figger," he mumbled, still looking somewhere far away. "What if we... set up somethin' so's they expose themselves or somethin'? Like a trap? Or I dunno, man, I ain't an idea kinda guy."

So black coats with hoods that they didn't wear anymore and and X's in a name that they wouldn't necessary even use in public because who would be stupid enough to use their own name when people were looking out for it? That wasn't really much to go on, but after just having won an epic battle against one of the most powerful men in New York, Spot wasn't feeling terribly intimidated. But he still knew that they had to play it smart.

"Gotta find out what's gonna smoke 'em out," he said and turned back to Reno. "Any idea what dat is?"

"Well, callin' 'em out prob'y ain't gonna be a real smart idea, even if they did answer. Rumors put them at pretty damn powerful an' I ain't intendin' to try'n solo one of 'em." Not without back-up and a damned good plan B at the least and by that point it wasn't really something that would count as 'soloing' anymore, even by the some loose definition he was already going by.

Admittedly, he'd happily throw himself into the fray if he were ordered or if he weren't the only Turk around, but since neither was the case he'd have to exercise caution for the time being.

"Might be they'd come calling if someones made a big enough mess of somethin' though."

Beat suddenly grinned quite deviously. "Yo, if there's one thing I'm good at, it's makin' messes. An' I hate it when people push their weight around like they's some kinda big shots- 'specially if they's hurtin' other people. You say th' word an' I'm in, yo. How 'bout you, Spot?"

Spot considered the situation, the fact that he had been involved in, well, a sort of similar situation, and decided that, if anything, it had just prepared him for a situation like this one.

"I says. Dat dey bettah watch out. 'Cuz dey ain't gonna be able t'ignore us when we get t'gethah an' give 'em what's comin' to 'em."

Well, he couldn't fault them for being willing at the least. How good they'd be in a fight was another matter entirely, but at least they were willing, which was more than he could say for some. Not to mention he was pretty sure that if they wanted any sort of chance at winning this thing they'd need all the help they could get.

Two more wouldn't hurt.

"Alright," he said with a nod. "You'll do. Just one thing, yo. You gotta be careful 'bout lettin' people know you're in this thing. Don't wanna let the wrong people know 'til we come knockin' at their door."

"Yeah, man, I getcha. We gotta be consedential wit' sensitive information," Beat confirmed with a stern nod and ignoring the fact that he was very rarely careful with sensitive information. It wasn't something he tried to do, it's just... when he lost his temper, everything else went out the window, including that special mental filter for things he shouldn't be saying. But Spot was here to watch that for him, right? "You can count on me. I ain't tellin' nobody nothin'."

Spot snorted at the idea that they would have been rejected. He certainly wouldn't have been, and since Beat seemed pretty similar to him he doubted the other boy would have been either.

"Yeah, sure," he agreed right along with Beat, "we gotcha. Ya don't gotta worry 'bout us blabbin' t'no one."

"A'right." He wasn't entirely sure they were telling the truth, but he figured he could deal with information leaks when and as they came up. It wasn't like it would be the first time he'd dealt with that sort of thing after all.

"You got any questions, let me know. An' if you can't find me, look up Zack on th' journals, he's a friend. Got it?"

"Got it, yo. Straight up," Beat replied with a nod. He did have questions- plenty of them, but this Reno guy didn't seem like he'd know any more than the rest of them did about how they got here, where this place was or why any of this was happening at all.

Still, Beat supposed this was good for the time being. He had a partner he could count on, they'd made friends with a bigger group, and they knew to watch out for themselves. When and if Rhyme came along, she could hang with him and Spot and the three of them could figure this out together. Three heads is bigger than one and all that.

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(SORRY ;-; )

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