Visiting the Ninja Guild was a given. Reno had been a Ninja before, had grown accustomed to the familiar weight of daggers in his hands. He wanted that again, wanted the speed, the shadows. If there was any hope of getting back to the precision of being an Assassin, Ninja was where Reno would start.
He whistled when the giant toads came out, though. "Well that's new."
Tark Varentain
Reno walked near-silently through the streets, taking it all in. It was cold and everyone had a suspicious fear in their eyes. The police presence was heavy, to say the least. Reno remembered reading about the murders here -- so many, in so short a time. He wasn't horrified at the bloodshed; on the other hand, he was almost impressed. That many kills, then to disappear? That was professional, not luck. The police wouldn't accept help from outsiders, that was an easy assumption to make. Still, Reno resolved to keep abreast of any developments in the case. If a child-murderer wasn't a fitting Assassin target, Reno didn't know what was.
Kiddilion
Reno smiled at the name. If the others were any indication -- Tark Varentain, really? -- then this was probably some allusion to Mary. Not that it wasn't still a bit weird to be in a world that somehow referenced those Heroes from the last one (there was no way it was a coincidence, not with so many). But Kidd... The smile was pained but nostalgic. Reno missed her. He hoped she was alright, wherever she was.
But he was resolved to carry on her work. Their work. And a place like this was highly reminiscent of Downapolis. This was the place to make and manipulate connections. Reno had nothing on him worth stealing, but he still didn't want anyone to try. So everyone was met with the same gaze -- a friendly smile, but one that said I see you.
Reno | FFVII AU
Visiting the Ninja Guild was a given. Reno had been a Ninja before, had grown accustomed to the familiar weight of daggers in his hands. He wanted that again, wanted the speed, the shadows. If there was any hope of getting back to the precision of being an Assassin, Ninja was where Reno would start.
He whistled when the giant toads came out, though. "Well that's new."
Tark Varentain
Reno walked near-silently through the streets, taking it all in. It was cold and everyone had a suspicious fear in their eyes. The police presence was heavy, to say the least. Reno remembered reading about the murders here -- so many, in so short a time. He wasn't horrified at the bloodshed; on the other hand, he was almost impressed. That many kills, then to disappear? That was professional, not luck. The police wouldn't accept help from outsiders, that was an easy assumption to make. Still, Reno resolved to keep abreast of any developments in the case. If a child-murderer wasn't a fitting Assassin target, Reno didn't know what was.
Kiddilion
Reno smiled at the name. If the others were any indication -- Tark Varentain, really? -- then this was probably some allusion to Mary. Not that it wasn't still a bit weird to be in a world that somehow referenced those Heroes from the last one (there was no way it was a coincidence, not with so many). But Kidd... The smile was pained but nostalgic. Reno missed her. He hoped she was alright, wherever she was.
But he was resolved to carry on her work. Their work. And a place like this was highly reminiscent of Downapolis. This was the place to make and manipulate connections. Reno had nothing on him worth stealing, but he still didn't want anyone to try. So everyone was met with the same gaze -- a friendly smile, but one that said I see you.