Who: Reno and Elena When: Backdated to a few days after Elena first arrived, after Reno got done trailing Cuthbert and Yako Where: Some bar in Emptiness What: Reno and Elena catch up over drinks Rating: PG-13 if only for Reno's mouth
Reno stood leaning against a railing outside of Niflheim, waiting for his fellow Turk to show up. Heh. Fellow Turk. How many of them had shown up in this place? It was downright weird, to be honest. Sure the Turks did a lot of bad shit, but somehow they didn't really seem the ideal candidates for an army of hell. If nothing else, didn't it seem pretty obvious that none of them would take too much stock in this heaven versus hell crap in the first place?
Still, he was glad for the company. There was just something about a familiar face. He didn't even really have words for exactly how much life had sucked when it was just him, before Rufus had shown up. Of course, life pretty well sucked with Rufus here, these days, but he'd still take the mess over not having him around at all.
He wondered what Elena had been up to back home, and even what home, exactly, she had come from. Time seemed to work in screwy ways around here. She'd been there a couple days already, but he hadn't gotten much of a chance to talk to her before now. He'd been too busy keeping tabs on Cuthbert and Yako as they gallivanted around the woods.
And that had been it's own kind of weird, but he didn't really feel like dwelling on that.