Reno: Hey, Elena, I found a new trick I can do with my electro-mag rod!
Have you seen Reeve? I can't wait to show this to him.
Elena: He's on strike again. He said he hates your guts, and he wishes that you'd fall down a deep, dark hole and die.
Reno: What? What'd I do?
Elena: Never mind. What's the trick with your rod?
Reno: If I push the flamey button on my rod and point it at my toast, I can toast it without a toaster. Neat, eh?
Elena: Reeve was right.
Reno: What?
Elena: You are an idiot. And you should fall down a deep, dark hole and die.
Reno: What? What'd I do? I'm just finding new ways to make toast without having to play with a toaster.
Elena: What part of "fall down a deep, dark hole and die" did you not understand?
Reno: When did you get so mean?
Elena: Tyramir doesn't own the rights to Final Fantasy. Please, just let the story go on so we can get rid of Reno.
Reno: Haha, sucker, this chapter is my POV.
Elena: What? Noooooooooo!!!!
Chapter Thirty Seven
Legion
The Turks, now joined by Tifa and Barret, ran at full speed towards the dreaded confrontation happening in Midgar Square, the part of the once great city where all the sectors joined. Reno shielded his eyes from an intense white light that pulsed and flared, but kept moving, holding his staff out in front of him as a psuedo-walking stick to help guide him on his path. Somewhere ahead, something unbelievable was happening.
He wasn't all too sure he wanted to see what it was.
His staff struck a rock, and he dodged to the side, swinging about the ground frantically while shielding his eyes. Where was the light coming from? He suddenly remembered that he had a pair of Turk-issue sunglasses for just such an event resting on his brow, so he reached up, lowered them, and grinned. Much better. And he knew how devilishly handsome he looked when he wore them. That's why he saved them for special occassions.
With the sudden ability to see, he could make out a large white sphere in the middle of Midgar, with several shapes that looked like people surrounding it. As he got closer, he realized that it was Rufus, Cloud, Vincent, Red XIII and that Ancient chick, and all appeared to be attacking the barrier with weapons and Materia. He pressed down the blue switch on his electro-mag rod, and it began to spark electricity on its tip.
When Reno reached the group attacking the sphere, he barked a laugh. This was insane. Inside that thing was probably Sephiroth. And they wanted inside? Nuts!
"Aeris! You're all right!" Tifa exclaimed.
Barret smiled and walked up to Aeris, clutching her in a great bear hug. She made a small noise that sounded like a squeek. He put her back down, an abashed look on his face.
"Time for that later," Rufus said.
"What's going on?" Tifa asked.
Cloud stopped swinging his sword and looked at the new arrivals, "Good. You're here. Sephiroth's in that sphere of light, with Lucrecia. Vincent and Aeris both say that she's been taken over by Jenova. We're working alongside Rufus to stop her." He looked over both Turks. Reno smirked. "I suppose we can work alongside the Turks, too. Sephiroth may or may not be the bad guy. Try not to hurt him, but keep your guard up."
A started exclamation rippled through the group of newcomers. Reno slapped his forehead. They were doomed. Strife had gone bonkers. He wanted them to help Sephiroth when they should be stabbing him.
The red-haired Turk sighed, then said, "So just hit the barrier with that Ultima Materia of yours. No problem, we get in, we bust up Jenova, day's saved."
"We've tried that. The barrier's too strong."
"Then hit the ground it's sitting on. It's not cutting into the pavement, so it's not extending down. Just hit the ground and dive under before the barrier compensates."
The group looked at Reno, everyone with a completely shocked look on their face.
"What?" he said defensively.
"You just came up with a workable plan," Rufus responded. "Maybe I won't fire you for consorting with Avalanche members without my permission after all."
"Ah gee, thanks, boss."
A green light began to build from Cloud's bracer, then expanded, starting to surround him. Beads of sweat began to build on the Soldier's forehead as he pulled the spell together for maximum damage.
"Wait!" Vincent cried.
"What?" Cloud said, breaking his gaze away from the Materia.
"I hear ... no, I feel... Jenova's doing something. I don't know what, though."
"No," Tifa disagreed, "I can hear it, too. Something's happening. I don't know what, though."
Reno grunted. This was stupid. They were just trying to stall because they didn't want to fight Jenova or go near Sephiroth. Not that he blamed them. He most certainly didn't want to do this. The paycheck would be nice, but reality began to sink in. He was only staying for Rude. That big, bald idiot.
And then he heard it, just like Tifa said. It was like a rumbling in the distance, as if...
"The hell is that?" Barret asked.
Tifa said, "It's just like it was in Northern Crater, just before we fought Jenova for the last time."
"Ah shit, no."
Vincent nodded. "I'm afraid so. Everyone, get ready!"
"What?" Reno asked. "What's going on? Is this something I should know about?"
Vincent explained, "The last battle with Jenova was in Northern Crater, a pit of monsters and Mako energy. Monsters were literally breeding on the spot, and they were the most dangerous kind. Dragons, Behemoths, and Tonberries. When we went to face Jenova, they all began to gather and attacked us all at once. We barely survived. Only the defeat of Jenova scattered them."
"So what did you do to defeat Jenova?" Elena questioned.
"We sent three people ahead to kill Jenova while the rest of us hung back and held off the monsters. It seems the logical choice to do now. But this time I recommend four."
"Four?" Cloud asked. "Who?"
"Myself, you, Aeris, and Rufus. I can exploit Lucrecia's weaknesses best. You have proven the best of us, Cloud, and that you can resist Jenova's power. Aeris and Rufus must go because they have Cetra blood in them."
Rufus looked shocked. "How did you--?"
Vincent just smiled.
"I want to go." Reno jumped when he heard Rude's voice.
"Inadvisable," Vincent said. "You're infected with the Jenova virus, and you haven't proven whether or not you can resist its influence."
"It's okay," Tifa said, moving close to Rude. She reached out and held one of his arms. "You don't have to go for me. He'll be all right."
What the hell did that mean? Reno shrugged the question off, and thought about his own choices. Fight Jenova and maybe Sephiroth, or an incoming horde of monsters? He quietly swore.
"Shit, well, Vincent makes sense," Barret said. "Those monsters ain't comin' any slower. We gotta go out there and start fightin'."
"Uh, I'm having second thoughts about his," Reno piped in.
"Oh hell no you ain't. Even if you wanted to go, you'd have to fight all those monsters out there just to get away. There ain't no getting off this train we're on now."
Barret grabbed Reno by the collar and started to drag him towards the incoming army, the red-haired Turk protesting every step of the way.
After being dragged for about twenty feet, Reno finally resigned himself to the task ahead of him and stopped struggling.
"Alright, let me go. I'll help."
"Good. Like my old pal Cid used to say, you're a man, and you better start actin' like one, and not like such a damn numbskull."
"Yeah, whatever." He lifted his 'mag rod and pointed it at the incoming horde, and set his finger on the red 'fireball' button. "We keeping track?"
"Track of what?"
"Kills. Whoever comes in last buys the victory drinks. I figure with Avalanche fighting alongside the Turks, there's no way we could lose, right?"
Barret's answering grin boosted Reno's confidence. "Sure, what the hell?"
The two opened fire on the incoming monsters.
Reno started laughing like a mad man, enjoying the fight while it was still long distance. He kept on laughing until he noticed that Rude was nowhere in sight.
Author's Note:
Mmmm.... 8-Bit Theatre... finally catching up on it. Distracted me a lot while writing this. I really like Reno. Next up will probably be Reeve's POV.
Elena: He's on strike again. He said he hates your guts, and he wishes that you'd fall down a deep, dark hole and die.
Reno: What? What'd I do?
Elena: Never mind. What's the trick with your rod?
Reno: If I push the flamey button on my rod and point it at my toast, I can toast it without a toaster. Neat, eh?
Elena: Reeve was right.
Reno: What?
Elena: You are an idiot. And you should fall down a deep, dark hole and die.
Reno: What? What'd I do? I'm just finding new ways to make toast without having to play with a toaster.
Elena: What part of "fall down a deep, dark hole and die" did you not understand?
Reno: When did you get so mean?
Elena: Tyramir doesn't own the rights to Final Fantasy. Please, just let the story go on so we can get rid of Reno.
Reno: Haha, sucker, this chapter is my POV.
Elena: What? Noooooooooo!!!!
Chapter Thirty Seven
Legion
The Turks, now joined by Tifa and Barret, ran at full speed towards the dreaded confrontation happening in Midgar Square, the part of the once great city where all the sectors joined. Reno shielded his eyes from an intense white light that pulsed and flared, but kept moving, holding his staff out in front of him as a psuedo-walking stick to help guide him on his path. Somewhere ahead, something unbelievable was happening.
He wasn't all too sure he wanted to see what it was.
His staff struck a rock, and he dodged to the side, swinging about the ground frantically while shielding his eyes. Where was the light coming from? He suddenly remembered that he had a pair of Turk-issue sunglasses for just such an event resting on his brow, so he reached up, lowered them, and grinned. Much better. And he knew how devilishly handsome he looked when he wore them. That's why he saved them for special occassions.
With the sudden ability to see, he could make out a large white sphere in the middle of Midgar, with several shapes that looked like people surrounding it. As he got closer, he realized that it was Rufus, Cloud, Vincent, Red XIII and that Ancient chick, and all appeared to be attacking the barrier with weapons and Materia. He pressed down the blue switch on his electro-mag rod, and it began to spark electricity on its tip.
When Reno reached the group attacking the sphere, he barked a laugh. This was insane. Inside that thing was probably Sephiroth. And they wanted inside? Nuts!
"Aeris! You're all right!" Tifa exclaimed.
Barret smiled and walked up to Aeris, clutching her in a great bear hug. She made a small noise that sounded like a squeek. He put her back down, an abashed look on his face.
"Time for that later," Rufus said.
"What's going on?" Tifa asked.
Cloud stopped swinging his sword and looked at the new arrivals, "Good. You're here. Sephiroth's in that sphere of light, with Lucrecia. Vincent and Aeris both say that she's been taken over by Jenova. We're working alongside Rufus to stop her." He looked over both Turks. Reno smirked. "I suppose we can work alongside the Turks, too. Sephiroth may or may not be the bad guy. Try not to hurt him, but keep your guard up."
A started exclamation rippled through the group of newcomers. Reno slapped his forehead. They were doomed. Strife had gone bonkers. He wanted them to help Sephiroth when they should be stabbing him.
The red-haired Turk sighed, then said, "So just hit the barrier with that Ultima Materia of yours. No problem, we get in, we bust up Jenova, day's saved."
"We've tried that. The barrier's too strong."
"Then hit the ground it's sitting on. It's not cutting into the pavement, so it's not extending down. Just hit the ground and dive under before the barrier compensates."
The group looked at Reno, everyone with a completely shocked look on their face.
"What?" he said defensively.
"You just came up with a workable plan," Rufus responded. "Maybe I won't fire you for consorting with Avalanche members without my permission after all."
"Ah gee, thanks, boss."
A green light began to build from Cloud's bracer, then expanded, starting to surround him. Beads of sweat began to build on the Soldier's forehead as he pulled the spell together for maximum damage.
"Wait!" Vincent cried.
"What?" Cloud said, breaking his gaze away from the Materia.
"I hear ... no, I feel... Jenova's doing something. I don't know what, though."
"No," Tifa disagreed, "I can hear it, too. Something's happening. I don't know what, though."
Reno grunted. This was stupid. They were just trying to stall because they didn't want to fight Jenova or go near Sephiroth. Not that he blamed them. He most certainly didn't want to do this. The paycheck would be nice, but reality began to sink in. He was only staying for Rude. That big, bald idiot.
And then he heard it, just like Tifa said. It was like a rumbling in the distance, as if...
"The hell is that?" Barret asked.
Tifa said, "It's just like it was in Northern Crater, just before we fought Jenova for the last time."
"Ah shit, no."
Vincent nodded. "I'm afraid so. Everyone, get ready!"
"What?" Reno asked. "What's going on? Is this something I should know about?"
Vincent explained, "The last battle with Jenova was in Northern Crater, a pit of monsters and Mako energy. Monsters were literally breeding on the spot, and they were the most dangerous kind. Dragons, Behemoths, and Tonberries. When we went to face Jenova, they all began to gather and attacked us all at once. We barely survived. Only the defeat of Jenova scattered them."
"So what did you do to defeat Jenova?" Elena questioned.
"We sent three people ahead to kill Jenova while the rest of us hung back and held off the monsters. It seems the logical choice to do now. But this time I recommend four."
"Four?" Cloud asked. "Who?"
"Myself, you, Aeris, and Rufus. I can exploit Lucrecia's weaknesses best. You have proven the best of us, Cloud, and that you can resist Jenova's power. Aeris and Rufus must go because they have Cetra blood in them."
Rufus looked shocked. "How did you--?"
Vincent just smiled.
"I want to go." Reno jumped when he heard Rude's voice.
"Inadvisable," Vincent said. "You're infected with the Jenova virus, and you haven't proven whether or not you can resist its influence."
"It's okay," Tifa said, moving close to Rude. She reached out and held one of his arms. "You don't have to go for me. He'll be all right."
What the hell did that mean? Reno shrugged the question off, and thought about his own choices. Fight Jenova and maybe Sephiroth, or an incoming horde of monsters? He quietly swore.
"Shit, well, Vincent makes sense," Barret said. "Those monsters ain't comin' any slower. We gotta go out there and start fightin'."
"Uh, I'm having second thoughts about his," Reno piped in.
"Oh hell no you ain't. Even if you wanted to go, you'd have to fight all those monsters out there just to get away. There ain't no getting off this train we're on now."
Barret grabbed Reno by the collar and started to drag him towards the incoming army, the red-haired Turk protesting every step of the way.
After being dragged for about twenty feet, Reno finally resigned himself to the task ahead of him and stopped struggling.
"Alright, let me go. I'll help."
"Good. Like my old pal Cid used to say, you're a man, and you better start actin' like one, and not like such a damn numbskull."
"Yeah, whatever." He lifted his 'mag rod and pointed it at the incoming horde, and set his finger on the red 'fireball' button. "We keeping track?"
"Track of what?"
"Kills. Whoever comes in last buys the victory drinks. I figure with Avalanche fighting alongside the Turks, there's no way we could lose, right?"
Barret's answering grin boosted Reno's confidence. "Sure, what the hell?"
The two opened fire on the incoming monsters.
Reno started laughing like a mad man, enjoying the fight while it was still long distance. He kept on laughing until he noticed that Rude was nowhere in sight.
Author's Note:
Mmmm.... 8-Bit Theatre... finally catching up on it. Distracted me a lot while writing this. I really like Reno. Next up will probably be Reeve's POV.