001 [BBS + Action]

[manslut]

Heh, been a while since I've been around this place. Gotta say that it hasn't changed at all, other than the faces that are wandering about.

So, Garden, mind telling me if I've missed anything interesting in my time away? I can't be out of the loop on these things.

And while we're at it, for those who don't know me, the name's Reno. Not Sir. Not Mr. Not Mr. Reno. Just Reno, got it? While I'm here I'm going to be teaching two little classes starting next quarter. One of them is about making shit explode, how to make things that make shit explode, and how to diffuse things that make shit explode. If you got sensitive ears or can't handle the way I talk, then don't bother. The second one is for those of you going towards Covert-Ops, the class is specifically for that type of thing. I may not look or sound like the person who can teach that, but I'm one of the best.

Any questions?

[Later on, about mid-afternoon, Reno is hanging about the cafeteria. His feet are propped up on one of the tables, mag-rod lazily hanging from his left hand. He seems calm enough right then, the place being relatively deserted at this time of the day, meaning it's quiet for once.

An unlit cigarette dangles loosely from his lips, not seeming to be too upset about the fact he can't really smoke inside.]

Comments

[manslut]

Eh, I never was big on those kinds of things. Knowing what I needed to on the fly, learning by trial and error. Kinda how things work back in Midgar if you weren't one of those rich fucks in power.

[Stop that. Stop that amused look right now. Except don't, because he's just going to grin a bit in return. Potential spars were the best way to get him to do something, after all.]

I can't say that I have, no. Though I'd sure as hell love to know why you're in the position your in, call me curious.

[incinerare]

[Yeah, no. He's going to keep that amused smugness up still at the moment. It's been too long really since he last got to actually spar with anyone, let alone use alchemy during it.]

Why don't I show you later? We could meet up in the Training center and have ourselves a little exercise, just the two of us.

[manslut]

[He'd call alchemy a dick move and a cheating tactic, but he sure as hell didn't ever fight fair, so it'd be calling the kettle black.]

Sounds good to me, I need to make sure to keep myself up and ready for anythin' they might try and throw at us. Because, you know, who the fuck even knows what goes on in this place sometimes.

[incinerare]

[Roy stood up from his chair and pushed it back into place close to the table.]

So what time will be good for you?