@proxnotxaxfool from here.
"That's the thing ... I haven't been able to dig up anything. It's weird." Her hand went to his as his arm draped around her shoulders; muscle memory. In a way she was guilty she didn't have more intel for him. She was one of the very, very few who knew his surname and Freya was acutely aware of the trust in that.
People came and went from the direction of the Shinra building and Freya had to marvel at how little the researchers agve a shit; they walked through the streets in their white coats with IDs dangling from lanyards around their necks, or on their belts. This area of the upper plate was purely residential and completely safe with troopers and security grunts stationed at every other corner, but still. Some kind of switch between work and home was healthy. Keep that shit in the walls of the building.
"He's from a village called Vadelobos between Cosmo Canyon and the coast of the western continent." Beyond that continent was Wutai, and the Turks had enough marks imbeded in the enemey land, they would know of this researcher is he resided anywhere close to the country.
"- all I can find is that the area is very religious. Some farms, a church, other usual buildings. It isn't on any maps, but from what I can tell, that isn't down to Shinra. Whatever council runs the village kept the place off the maps. I don't like it." Freya shifted as she leaned against Reno's shoulder, trying to catch some glimpse of his face for any change in his expression.
a blank slate didn't sit well with him. people only hid their background when they were afraid of others connecting the dots. case in point; he was a turk. he did shady shit for a living, and sometimes just for fun, therefore he didn't want people to know anything about his personal life, so as to keep them safe from any fallout his actions or job might have.
so what the hell was this new guy hiding?
it wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to infiltrate the science department. every so often, a do-gooder took it upon themselves to try and expose the big-bad-company for its shady business. but normally, there was some thread to tug on that tied them back to some splinter cell.
' — i don't like religious shit, ' reno took a long mouthful from his coffee mug, glancing down to freya when he grimaced, ' people do crazy things and all rules go out the window when a god starts talkin' to them. '
"I know," they had seen it time and time again, whether is was small settlements dotted around the continents or tiny contingents throughout Midgar. Someone said they could communicate with god, or the planet, or receiving some kind of sign from some kind of deity. And then shit went sideways.
"You can talke to the gods, but if they talk back then get yourself a doctor." The words were usually laughed out or said with some kind of humour, but Freya couldn't muster that as she sipped her coffee. It bothered her how little she could drag up on this new researcher too.
"- what about your mother?" The words were carefully picked and she glanced up to gauge Reno's expression; he didn't like his personal life being brought into work conversations. "She's the head of her department and would have had a say in who was hired ... maybe she knows more baout this guy than us?"
