The Line 1/?
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skerenTitle: The Line
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Tseng, Reno
Words: 632
Notes: Worksafe, very possibly the first part of a series as I've had this floating around a while.
Summary: Soldiers aren't the only ones that fell prey to mutations when Hojo was around.
If anything had ever tempted him to kill Hojo, it was this. It had been bad enough when the two Generals had gone haring off because the man had been fixated on keeping his Sephiroth project separate from them. It had been worse when he’d had to step aside and pretend not to see Zack and the cadet he’d been fond of taken into project terms.
But this? How many lines did he expect them to be willing to cross? They were not numerous in the way they once were. Not as shaded in their skills. No, now every one of them was treasured by the others, so why did the man press them like this?
What did he think they would do? Turn a blind eye?
This time he had to at least assure that his subordinate was whole.
Reno may be an annoyance, but he was his annoyance to handle, and he didn’t appreciate the scientist taking liberties with him.
He had to pause as he passed into a room with the dim, eerie light of mako. What reason did he have to need mako near his subordinate?
Locking his jaw for a moment to refrain from giving the cameras any indication of his displeasure, he smoothed down his dark suit and then moved deeper into the lab. This would not be happening if the man hadn’t waited until he’d been on a long term mission to put forth any kind of report, or, as the situation was here, a request to borrow someone from his ranks. As least the bastard had given him a location in the papers he’d left for him.
It was only when he tried to pass into the room where he was expecting Reno to be that he finally met resistance. It wasn’t a guard, just a lock that didn’t accept his codes. Nor Rufus’. Nor, even, the others that he’d lifted from Hojo’s files for this sort of event. It was only when he started going through older codes, ones used on cryptic project notes from years before, that he finally had any kind of success.
That alone made him quite uneasy. Hojo was a man of habit, so using such old codes surely had a meaning.
And the feeling was rewarded. Amply. And in painfully vivid illustration.
Slipping quickly across the room, his fingers hovered over the pad so he could release the liquid in the tank where Reno was drifting, but a glance over the changed body had him turning in place to go through the files laid out instead, checking for indications that air was still safe for the man, assurance that taking him out of the chemicals wouldn’t kill him. Thankfully, the notes indicated he was exposed to straight air at least one time per day.
Only then did he empty the tank, stepping into it and unmindful of the slimy liquid clinging to his shoes as he leaned to pick up the slumped redhead. He ignored the tacky fluid sinking into his suit, and just narrowed his eyes as he noted the far too numerous limbs that laid limp over his arm. They, apparently aware of the look directed at him, moved in a sluggish way to coil around him, then man in his arms stirring a little in a muddled way.
It was time to go then. He slipped out of the tank and went to collect Reno’s things so they could leave.
He took back what he’d been thinking before. There was no tempted any longer. He’d twisted the physical form of one of his people. He would allow Rufus to understand his reason, then Hojo would die.
All other matters would be dealt with after that was satisfied.
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Tseng, Reno
Words: 632
Notes: Worksafe, very possibly the first part of a series as I've had this floating around a while.
Summary: Soldiers aren't the only ones that fell prey to mutations when Hojo was around.
If anything had ever tempted him to kill Hojo, it was this. It had been bad enough when the two Generals had gone haring off because the man had been fixated on keeping his Sephiroth project separate from them. It had been worse when he’d had to step aside and pretend not to see Zack and the cadet he’d been fond of taken into project terms.
But this? How many lines did he expect them to be willing to cross? They were not numerous in the way they once were. Not as shaded in their skills. No, now every one of them was treasured by the others, so why did the man press them like this?
What did he think they would do? Turn a blind eye?
This time he had to at least assure that his subordinate was whole.
Reno may be an annoyance, but he was his annoyance to handle, and he didn’t appreciate the scientist taking liberties with him.
He had to pause as he passed into a room with the dim, eerie light of mako. What reason did he have to need mako near his subordinate?
Locking his jaw for a moment to refrain from giving the cameras any indication of his displeasure, he smoothed down his dark suit and then moved deeper into the lab. This would not be happening if the man hadn’t waited until he’d been on a long term mission to put forth any kind of report, or, as the situation was here, a request to borrow someone from his ranks. As least the bastard had given him a location in the papers he’d left for him.
It was only when he tried to pass into the room where he was expecting Reno to be that he finally met resistance. It wasn’t a guard, just a lock that didn’t accept his codes. Nor Rufus’. Nor, even, the others that he’d lifted from Hojo’s files for this sort of event. It was only when he started going through older codes, ones used on cryptic project notes from years before, that he finally had any kind of success.
That alone made him quite uneasy. Hojo was a man of habit, so using such old codes surely had a meaning.
And the feeling was rewarded. Amply. And in painfully vivid illustration.
Slipping quickly across the room, his fingers hovered over the pad so he could release the liquid in the tank where Reno was drifting, but a glance over the changed body had him turning in place to go through the files laid out instead, checking for indications that air was still safe for the man, assurance that taking him out of the chemicals wouldn’t kill him. Thankfully, the notes indicated he was exposed to straight air at least one time per day.
Only then did he empty the tank, stepping into it and unmindful of the slimy liquid clinging to his shoes as he leaned to pick up the slumped redhead. He ignored the tacky fluid sinking into his suit, and just narrowed his eyes as he noted the far too numerous limbs that laid limp over his arm. They, apparently aware of the look directed at him, moved in a sluggish way to coil around him, then man in his arms stirring a little in a muddled way.
It was time to go then. He slipped out of the tank and went to collect Reno’s things so they could leave.
He took back what he’d been thinking before. There was no tempted any longer. He’d twisted the physical form of one of his people. He would allow Rufus to understand his reason, then Hojo would die.
All other matters would be dealt with after that was satisfied.
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)*grins* nice to see a Turk caught up in Hojo's schemes....
Now I sorta wanna see a Tentacled!Zack/Seph/Cloud meet up with this Tentacled!Reno....Oh man....
*grins* nice to see a Turk caught up in Hojo's schemes....
Now I sorta wanna see a Tentacled!Zack/Seph/Cloud meet up with this Tentacled!Reno....
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)*prr* Very nice, I can see this being the step too far that gets Hojo offed.I assume Tseng's taking Reno out of labs with him? *hopeful look*
*prr* Very nice, I can see this being the step too far that gets Hojo offed.
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)Quick thing, though:
when the two Generals had gone herring off
I believe you mean "haring" instead? As a herring is a fish. *grins*Oh dear...this has all the earmarks of being a Bad Thing for Hojo (which is always a Good Thing in my book).
Quick thing, though:
when the two Generals had gone herring off
I believe you mean "haring" instead? As a herring is a fish. *grins*
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)And I thought so too, but it told me haring wasn't a word. o.O I know a herring is a fish but it's the only word it said -was- a word that I tried. well yes
And I thought so too, but it told me haring wasn't a word. o.O I know a herring is a fish but it's the only word it said -was- a word that I tried.
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)Also, 'at least assure that his'
at least assure himself that his
The proliferation of 'his', 'he', and 'him' aren't actually confusing, since I could always follow which he was which, but it cluttered a bit. *shrug* I dunno if that makes sense, and it may just be a personal quirk ^^;'haring' is correct. I suspect it has some connection to 'hare', as in 'rabbit', and the burst of speed it can put on. (but I don't have my dictionary at hand, so I can't confirm that ^^;; )
Also, 'at least assure that his'
at least assure himself that his
The proliferation of 'his', 'he', and 'him' aren't actually confusing, since I could always follow which he was which, but it cluttered a bit. *shrug* I dunno if that makes sense, and it may just be a personal quirk ^^;
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)As for the he and his thing ::open handed shrug:: It's Tseng and he refused to just spit out it was Tseng ::wry:: View chapters like this do that sometimes.::nods:: I thought it was haring, but I have no idea why it doesn't show up in any dictionaries not paper ::glares at internet::
As for the he and his thing ::open handed shrug:: It's Tseng and he refused to just spit out it was Tseng ::wry:: View chapters like this do that sometimes.
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Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 1/1/70 12:00 am (UTC)