#blitzrod

Trying to pickpocket the redhead she’d met in a bar three weeks ago probably wasn’t her best plan, Yuffie mused ruefully. At least she’d only done it out of boredom and wanting to keep her skills sharp, rather than actually trying to get her hands on his wallet.

“ Stop  talking. “  There  was  the  thrum  of  a  headache  behind  the  back  of  her  eyes,  her  brows  furrowing  as  she  hoisted  her  gunblade  into  its  sheath.  “ I’m  here  to  do  a  job,  not  make  friends.  You  got  that  ? “

@blitzrod​ sent:   "Hmm, it's gonna look strange if we head in like this – alright, you stay an' wait here, I'll get myself a dress an' some makeup, then we head in. Could hide all our weapons under the skirt too–"

While Jacob couldn’t deny that going into a party where the majority of the attendees were couples would make two lone men stand out, he didn’t quite think that Reno had to go for the whole package in blending in. They’ve worked with worse and this wasn’t really that bad. Besides, like Evie would probably point out, there’s always a work around and Jacob did always love finding ways to circumvent obstacles when he didn’t feel like facing them head on.

          “We could always just find an open window. This place is huge, Red,” Jacob pointed out, pointing towards said building, letting his gaze roam over the visible rows of windows. It was a big place, the owner of it had too much money and they were clearly the type that had to flaunt their wealth in some kind of grandiose way. Like building a bloody huge mansion and throwing lavish parties. “So getting all dolled up isn’t really─” The brunet didn’t really pause but he rolled his eyes as soon as he noticed. “And you’re not there anymore.”

Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that he was alone in the alleyway and sighed loudly but didn’t stop the smirk that appeared. Jacob leaned back against the wall, arms crossed and put upon expression on his face. The man was almost as sneaky as his sister. It’d only taken him a few seconds to realize that Reno was no longer with him, he had Evie to thank for that odd sense he’d developed. The only difference was that when she did it he wouldn’t notice for a solid minute.

@blitzrod​

"So, this is it? You're an angel of death or whatever, comin' to get me? Gotta say, I expected somethin' a lil darker an' grim-lookin'."

OF ALL THE THINGS SHE HAD EVER BEEN DUBBED; an angel of death was certainly a new one. Still, at least in his own way the young redhead had managed to offer a compliment of sorts; and still retained enough of that juvenile exuberance to be throwing witty observations her way. He was no closer to death than she was; although admittedly, the fact she was there at all, tucked away in the throes of his mind, gave rise to the idea that he may in fact have been injured enough to have knocked him clean out. 

 ❝I think the angel of death gets paid far more than me.❞ Aera jibed back with a subtle nudge of her foot, white cloth swaying in the phantom breeze as she knelt beside Reno, surveying his form with a quick, but thorough glance.  ❝I’d also venture that the dead aren’t nearly so talkative.❞ Meaning the fact he could string sentences together at least affirmed that he was not about to become another name on the immortal list of departed souls. 

Phoebe sat on the black leather sofa tucked to one side of the Turk's office. She was mostly still dressed in her proper uniform, but she had since shed off the jacket and flung it over the back of a chair at the table. She looked more fitting for the normal offices in her stark white dress shirt, skirt and hose. Except for the gun holstered to her shoulders, maybe.

Though calling it an office seemed far too generous to her. It felt more like a storage closet with a table crammed in it most days. It lacked windows, making it feel so dim like a cave. It's why she rarely spent time there.

Except for now. It was late into the night and most workers had gone home for the night. She didn't really want to go home or out on the town. It was all lonely. But at least here she could get a bit of work done in her notebook. But even that was starting to grate on her nerves.

Her gaze flicked up when she heard someone enter the office. Upon seeing the fiery red hair, she smiled wide. It was none other than Reno. They weren't necessarily close or knew each other well, but they were comrades, and she liked his antics and charm.

She closed her notebook then folded her hands over her crossed knees.

@blitzrod when Reno has had enough of the free range florist

@blitzrod asked: What if they kissed? (i just think they'd be fun?? :D)

Though   she   hadn't   realized   it   at   first,   their   private   conversation   had   been   overheard   by   a   hidden   individual.       Nothing   particularly   confidential   was   spoken   of,    yet.     

However   ...Reno,    unbeknownst,    continued   on...   edging   closer   and   closer   to   information   that   was   far   more    sensitive.        

In   a   moment   of   haste   and   panic,   slender   fingers    grasped   the   sides   of   his   exposed   collar,    tugging   him   down   to   her   level   before   pressing   lips   firmly   against   his.        

Assuming   that   would   be   enough   to   stun   him   into   silence,   Cissnei   broke   the   kiss   and   stepped   back.     

".....We   have   an   unwanted   listener."   she   whispered.

Jae-hyo simply stares back at the senior Turk.

"Hold that thought-" he replies, looking away to fish through the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket. He pulls his hand back out, prominently displaying his middle finger, while the opposite comes to cover his lips in a surprised and delighted gasp.