"All ticket holders for Flight A723 please proceed to gate 12. Boarding will commence immediately. Thank you, and have a nice day."
The nasal intercom voice finally stopped rending the air and Reno took his hands off his ears. Rude, as usual, stood impassively nearby. His hands were full of miscellaneous suitcases and Reno's huge duffel bag was slung over his shoulder. The redhead carried only his electromagneto stick. Turning to his companion, he raised an eyebrow.
"Where do we dump the bags, yo?"
Rude pointed. However, Reno's grossly oversized duffel bag slid down on his arm, pinching his fingers. With a wheeze, he dropped another suitcase on his toes. Rude hopped on one foot, trying to free the other foot from what felt like a pound of bricks. Reno scratched his head.
"Maybe I shouldn't have packed my rock collection," he mused.
Rude glared at him (or maybe it was the light on his sunglasses) and dropped the other suitcase on Reno's toes. The redhead howled and began jumping around, swinging his weapon and cursing so blatantly that the little old lady behind him fainted dead away. Her companions started writing their Last Will and Testaments while performing decidedly uncouth avoidance maneuvers.
One of them bumped into the man standing behind her, causing him to drop all of his luggage on his wife's toes. She jumped and then began swearing even more colorfully than Reno; the child behind her was shocked at her appalling potty-mouth and dropped his bag on poor Auntie Hildegarde's toes. She… well, okay, you get the picture.
Reno, who was by now finished with his little hissy fit, pointed Rude toward their fallen luggage and then immediately clapped his hands to his ears as the intercom shrieked to life.
"Would the instigators of this disturbance please cease and desist? Repeat: cease and de – urk!"
The voice cut off with a strangled yelp and the intercom went mercifully silent. Reno whipped his head around, catching his ponytail in Rude's sunglasses. Rude pulled out a pocket knife and cut the offending hairs before straightening his precious eyewear.
"I will seriously worship whoever shut up that – oh… no… yo!" Reno ended with a gasp. "Rude, look!"
Rude turned as well. And grunted (how vocal!) Standing over the intercom counter with the operator's neck in his hand was a silver-haired man…
"What's he want, yo?" Reno squawked, turning back to Rude.
"What I want, Reno, is to sail the darkness of the cosmos with this plane as my vessel."
Reno jumped as Sephiroth spoke behind him. Then he narrowed his eyes. "Wait a second…you're reusing lines! That's not fair!"
"If you'll note the change from planet to plane…" said Sephiroth.
"Oh…right. Sorry. Wait a second! Why am I apologizing? I should be attacking!" Reno fumed.
"Now who's reusing lines?" said Sephiroth. "And how many seconds must I wait while you figure out what idiotic thing you're going to say next?"