[video] Turks For Hire

[flyboy-red.livejournal.com]

[The camera flicks on with Reno and Rude in a room at Lindblum's Inn. Thankfully, no injuries from the recent dragon attacks seem visible.

Reno glances at his partner, wishing he could handle the talking for this, since he has more of a business head, but Rude's always quiet so Reno starts.]

Uh, so, I'm Reno - this here's Rude - we're looking for work. We can do pretty much anything we're needed for. We've got a lot of training...

[Rude shifts and nods in agreement. He's not about to say what, exactly, it was they did back on their world; they'll see what sort of offers they get first. But...]

And we don't ask questions.

[Reno nods.] We're not interested in whys or hows, we'll just do whatever work needs to be done.

[He pauses to think, ruffling at his red hair.] We're pretty good with most weapons, Rude's great at making things and I can pilot pretty much anything. [He shrugs.]

We're adaptable. Even if it's something we haven't done, chances are we can figure it out, and we do things well.

[They're Turks, after all.]

We're okay with one-time-only work, but we're kinda looking for something more... permanent. [At least until their bosses show up, if they do.]

Yeah... so, bodyguarding, hunting... anything you need, we'll probably be able to do it. [He grins.]

Short of magic.

[Neither of them are mages, after all.]

[Reno nods firmly.] Yeah, Rude's a Monk and I'm a Ninja... not that we were those back home, but the skills are basically the same.

[He pauses to think. That's about it, right? Right.] Hm... that's it really. Anything to add, partner?

We don't work for free.

Right. We're expecting fair pay. Bigger the job, bigger the pay. [He shrugs slightly. It's only right.]

[Rude nods, but doesn't say anything else.]

[Reno grins and just ends the feed.]

[accidental video] Losing My Religion

[summoningcalm.livejournal.com]

[The feed starts with a jolt, but the image is flickering. Obviously, it is filming from the floor, at a strange angle.

Braska, free of robes and undressed to just his light cotton pants, is seated on a threadbare blanket on the ground, tending severe wounds of various nature. His little adventure with Kefka has left him in the worst of states.

The place where he's found refuge is obviously overrun with moogles, as the 'kupo! kupo!' is rather audible outside. For those who know it, they'd recognise the surroundings outside the doorway as Madain Sari. He just felt it the safest place for him to escape to. Kefka really broke him, in more ways than one. He'll never forget this. Never.

Dabbing at a few of the worst wounds with a damp cloth, Braska sighs softly. Where was Yevon to save him this time? What sort of god lets that imposter make him suffer like that? Isn't it Yevon who protects and casts judgement? Braska doesn't know what to think of his faith anymore.]

Lord Yevon... why? Why? [His voice is soft and he shakes his head, his hands trembling. He wants to lose his control like Jecht. He wants to be as level-headed as Auron. Damn that imposter. Damn that torture.]

Damn Yevon... [He speaks in a whisper, his gaze falls and he just silently continues treating his wounds until the feed times out.]

[video/filtered from Tifa - look, she learned how to filter, everyone!]

[littleprotector.livejournal.com]

I know this is a weird time with the dragons and stuff, but my mama Tifa had her birthday during the attack. Worst birthday, right?

So, what I want to do is put together a little party for her. Everyone who knows her is welcome to come to Luca! Send presents if you can't come!

[Voice]

[firstclassdream.livejournal.com]

...like a herd of chocobos ran me over.

[It's Zack voice, however it sounds a lot softer than normal. Weaker.]

I'm at that tree...the Iifa Tree. Could use some help, just feel...dizzy.

[text - Cloud]

[championofwutai.livejournal.com]

You holding up okay?

Wutai's still standing. He might have proved me wrong.

[Phone Call - Selphie]

[championofwutai.livejournal.com]

[Ring Ring! Selphie, you better pick up!]

[action] Unexpected Pets.

[tinymakoaddict.livejournal.com]

[Shelke made her way absently through the streets of Lindblum, a little sack filled with cookies tucked between her injured arm and her stomach as she wandered about. She had to wait an hour and a half or so between airships before she could continue on to Luca, so she was exploring the city again. As much as she rarely admitted such things, she rather liked Lindblum. She wasn't really sure how she would feel about Luca. Still...time would tell.]

[Phone Call - Sephiroth]

[firstclassdream.livejournal.com]

[Ring, ring! It's your not-so-dead pal, pick up~!]

[ video message - locked to Raijin ]

[bastard.livejournal.com]

[Have a Seifer with a nice coastal backdrop appearing on your sky phone]

Change of plans. I'm with Rinoa and the others at some place called Costa Faguita. It's no Balamb, but it's definitely a step up from that frozen wasteland you had me waiting in.

[He's only slightly worried since he hasn't heard from you at all, but like hell he'll ever let on. Instead, he settles for a more indirect approach]

Which reminds me, get your slow ass back to Garden sooner rather than later.

[video]

[for-every-task.livejournal.com]

I would certainly hope that whomever provoked or summoned those dragons will be brought to justice. The needless destruction and death of so many people... so upsetting.

Serah, I spoke to you when I arrived... are you well? Larsa, you too?

[She reaches down to pull a small object from within her coat - you VI cast peeps will recognize it as a Dragon Horn.]

In the midst of arriving here in Gaia, I found this item next to me. Would anyone perchance know what it is?