Whatever the mission is, we will always carry it out, that is our job.
Reno had said these words to his Turks once upon a long time ago when there had been more than just four of them left. They were the words he lived by. They were his motto, they kept him going. If he didn't think this simply he feared he would have given up already.
Today he leaned into that motto of live. He didn't want to be here. He didn't feel like fighting this fight that wasn't his. But he had no orders from Shinra, and no one else to lean back on. It was either give up altogether or go full force. And he didn't like quitters.
Reno zipped around the battlefield with his lightning rod in hand and a grim determination on his face. Electricity crackled all around him as he flashed from one opponent to the next. The small creatures were easy to take out.
Eventually though he made his way towards the larger enemies. The trolls and golem that caused so much destruction. He focused his attention on them and began his final attack.
II. Royal Lake Hill
Reno didn't stick around the crowds in the smaller villages for the gratitude party. He didn't feel like being thanked for anything and especially not for just doing what he did best: killing things. He wasn't in the mood for the frivolities and happiness and all that bullshit. He had done a job, it was over, and he just wanted to get the hell out of here.
He ended up back in Royal Lake Hill like everyone else, immediately leaving once he saw the opportunity. It was unfortunate that the magic led back to the place where they'd started all this; Reno still had some coin left and the tavern called to him. He ended up drinking again.
The SCA said they wouldn't be leaving for a while yet so why sulk on the train sober when he could sulk in the tavern while not sober? Yeah. Sounded like a plan to him.
Reno | FFVII | Purple Team + OTA
Whatever the mission is, we will always carry it out, that is our job.
Reno had said these words to his Turks once upon a long time ago when there had been more than just four of them left. They were the words he lived by. They were his motto, they kept him going. If he didn't think this simply he feared he would have given up already.
Today he leaned into that motto of live. He didn't want to be here. He didn't feel like fighting this fight that wasn't his. But he had no orders from Shinra, and no one else to lean back on. It was either give up altogether or go full force. And he didn't like quitters.
Reno zipped around the battlefield with his lightning rod in hand and a grim determination on his face. Electricity crackled all around him as he flashed from one opponent to the next. The small creatures were easy to take out.
Eventually though he made his way towards the larger enemies. The trolls and golem that caused so much destruction. He focused his attention on them and began his final attack.
II. Royal Lake Hill
Reno didn't stick around the crowds in the smaller villages for the gratitude party. He didn't feel like being thanked for anything and especially not for just doing what he did best: killing things. He wasn't in the mood for the frivolities and happiness and all that bullshit. He had done a job, it was over, and he just wanted to get the hell out of here.
He ended up back in Royal Lake Hill like everyone else, immediately leaving once he saw the opportunity. It was unfortunate that the magic led back to the place where they'd started all this; Reno still had some coin left and the tavern called to him. He ended up drinking again.
The SCA said they wouldn't be leaving for a while yet so why sulk on the train sober when he could sulk in the tavern while not sober? Yeah. Sounded like a plan to him.