#bcverse

Your muse has found my muse’s “Things I Can’t Say Out loud” journal.

Entry 47:

I’ve been here for about 3 months now. Tseng says my progress is going good but it’s a shame I can’t join for another year and a bit, but some of the Turks suggested sneaking me out.

Emma was one of them. That’s Gun btw. She’s taught me a few things, like text speak. She was talking about sneaking me out to go see her sister too. I think she said her name’s Elena? Showed me a picture of the two of them and said they look nothing alike.

Bull to the shit.

But apparently I remind her of her sister because we’re about the same age? Bit weird considering I’m neither a girl nor blonde but w/e.

Your muse has found my muse’s “Things I Can’t Say Out loud” journal.

Entry 49:

Rude smiled today

I cracked a joke and he actually smiled. It was small and short but still. I’m a genius. Maybe Tseng was on to soemthing when he paired us up. Rude probably thinks I’m still annoying but I think he sees it too. Gonna try to get him to talk to me

“Rude” is probably a code-name (who would name their child that?) and I can see where it comes from, but he seems really nice. Should I get a g gift or something in case talking backfires?

Ugh, people are tiring

Your muse has found my muse’s “Things I Can’t Say Out loud” journal.

Entry 20:

Got partnered with Rude for training today. Man, he’s such a pain. Tseng seemed amused by it when he paired us together but Rude looked… like he always does. All stoic and stuff. Didn’t stop him from trying to beat my ass though, but I returned it in kind. Managed to make him speak too. Didn’t catch what he said but it happened! Porbs called me a brat or something. But it counts.

I think I can get him to talk more often. He might have some good insight. Plus all the stuff Tseng’s been giving me to read says you should befriend the toughest guy though that did say something about prison.And the two Martial Artses(?) are probably tougher, but we seem to… nevermind

Your muse has found my muse’s “Things I Can’t Say Out loud” journal.

I hope you know what you’re getting into~

Tseng granted Aerith access to The Department of General Affairs to keep her safe from ShinRa’s scientists. She was permitted to stay in Reno’s room (with said Turk’s permission) as everyone knew not to go in there. There was a pulling sensation from the desk in the room. Like something was dying for her attention. Inside the lone drawer sat a journal with the label ’Things I Can’t Say Out Loud’. She shouldn’t read it, of course.

But what was one little peek?

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Anon or not, touch my muse, be it gentle, hurtful, or even to mess with them.

Things had felt… kind of off recently. Reno wasn’t sure what or why so he made the executive decision to take an unscheduled break to look across Midgar, staring snot-nosed cowards be damned.

Hairs stood on the back f his neck as presences came and went. He trusted none of them. They expected him to take the fall for their follies, yet would sell him out if so much as a water pistol was aimed at them. Pathetic though they might be, the thought brought a smirk to the redhead’s face. Selling out a Turk or ShinRa, for that matter, placed a countdown on your head.

Reno was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice a new presence sneaking up on him until it was too late. Immediate instinct to fight was quelled in favour of not causing a scene.

“Can I help you?”

PLAYLIST SENTENCE STARTERS (P3).

Arms folded across an exposed chest as Reno stared out over Midgar. He and Ashe had stowed away to one of the top floors of ShinRa on their break; the ‘we’re better than you’ air was almost suffocating but still bearable.

“Everyone’s fucked and they don’t even know.”

A wry smile. She was right of course. The Shinra family business had been killing the planet for years, draining it dry. It was only natural karma would come for them eventually. Such a shame that the big wig people couldn’t see it. Yes, definitely a shame. It was nothing to look forward to. Reno could no longer hold back his snort of amusement.

PLAYLIST SENTENCE STARTERS (P3).

“Uh… Rude? You okay, buddy?” His partner’s question caught him off guard. Yeah, Rude might have been hit kind of hard by Reno during training but the redhead didn’t think he’d been hit that hard. Hoo boy, he was going to be in so much trouble.

PLAYLIST SENTENCE STARTERS (P3).

A sheepish grin was present at the words as Reno was well aware that yet another complaint had been sent in about his behaviour. He’d just joined and was already the mockery of the Turks; it was only a matter of time someone before submitted a complaint about his “gaudy” red hair or the paint on his face. And since Tseng was his supervisor or mentor or whatever he called himself, every report went straight to him.

Every. Single. One.

In all honesty, Reno was glad it was just the two of them in the room. Anyone else and his jitters would have manifested as anger towards the nearest person to him. But never Tseng. Tseng was safety. And somehow never seemed to grow sick of Reno or his antics. Which begged the question; had Tseng been like him once before?

No, of course not. This was Tseng.       –Even so…

A sigh snapped Reno back to attention, back and posture straightening - like a ‘good dog’ one of the employees had called him. Tseng seemed… more flustered than disappointed. Which was good, it just meant he was probably going to be brought to training for a few hours.

“What will we be goin’ over today?”