[Private] Pre-Revo RP - Spring, 1993

Jolting upwards, the young Turk groaned, the troop transport rattling around him as they hit another pothole in the road. Why, oh why, was he forced to sit in the back of the transport with the SOLDIER and cadets? He, honestly, hated being back there, around all these new SOLDIER was bringing back bitter memories of his own failure, especially since one of his fellow cadets, now a SOLDIER 3rd, was sitting across from him. He could only imagine how smug Genesis was at seeing him failing for the first time since they entered Cadet Program together.

Tseng had only been a Turk for about a month now and this was his first solo mission. He was there for two reasons; to find out exactly what had caused the massive outbreak of mako-poisoned monsters around the Nibelheim area, (Though, unofficially, he was mainly there to make sure the reactor was still fine as the SOLDIERs were the ones there to take care of the insane monsters.), the other was to play babysitter to the one Second Class among the group: the newly promoted Sephiroth who was on his first away mission from home. Veld had sent him along since Sephiroth was the pride of the Science Department and nothing was allowed to happen to him. He was also the only Turk Sephiroth would talk to in a somewhat civilized manner.

Hitting another pothole in the road the Turk groaned again willing his stomach to stay. He normally never got car sick, or any type of sick due to movement but this trip up through the Nibel mountains was really testing his winning streak with his stomach. Laying his elbows on his thighs he laid his forehead on his intertwined fingers. He could feel those smug ass eyes on him and it was taking everything in the Turks patience not to put a bullet into each of those smug pale blue eyes across from him.

From across the vehicle, Genesis bit back another laugh.

Tseng looked pissed. Well, pissed was probably the incorrect choice in words. He looked…green – and slightly homicidal. Who knew a little wobbling through the mountains would get to him so much?

Sighing, he tucked that little bit of information away for later use and settled for giving the dark haired man a smile. Despite finding the situation rather humorous, he still felt slightly bad for Tseng… Motion sickness was something he’d never dealt with and was very glad for.

Glancing around, he turned his attention to the other occupants; mainly Sephiroth.

Sephiroth…was interesting…and Genesis had a dream to fulfill, childish though it may be.

“Hello.”

Forcing his stomach back down Tseng leaned back against the back of the hard bench seat he was forced onto; he had a very strange feeling Rhapsodos would try and use this one time of possible motion sickness against him. Joke was on him though since this was the only time and he blamed his mako shots for that, he had always had highly sensitive ears as child and the mako just made it worse.. he found himself stumbling cause his inner ear was thrown way off.

heights.. well that was one he couldn't hide very well. You ever wanted to see a Turk scream like a little girl and cling to what ever was near by, take him up high. He became like his panther nick name in Wutai and dug his claws into whatever or whomever was near him and didn't let go.

Bowing his head as they hit another nasty bump in the road that sent a third class flying out of his seat and onto the floor in front of him he reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful amethyst 108 count mala that his mother had given him. Resting it between his fingers he lowered his head so that his mark was resting on them and slowly began to chant in his head, or so he was until he heard Rhapsodos talking to Sephiroth across the way. Keeping his head down like he was praying he kept a very finely tuned ear on the two, he was assigned to protect the boy, even from his own men.

Sephiroth’s reply had not been at all what Genesis had been expecting. In all honesty, he was a little shocked the word had been so…incomplete. Everyone knew of Sephiroth and no one every expected anything less than perfection, even in the smaller things, like speech. He was, from an outside view, immaculate; exactly what most of his fellow Thirds dreamed of being.

Still…he was even more shocked by the apparent lack of social experience the Second had. Didn’t everyone try to talk to him? He’d heard rumors that Sephiroth was intimidating, cold and calculating…but he’d figured that was all just locker-room garbage. This Sephiroth, however, seemed almost shy, more that he was lacking experience than anything else.

Smiling, Genesis held out one gloved hand. “I’m Genesis.”

He dropped his hand, accepting the gesture. He felt his smile widen slightly – both from being correct in his assumptions and that Sephiroth had answered him.

Sweeping a glance around the truck, he did a quick run through to make sure he wasn’t in danger of being vomited on then turned his gaze back to Sephiroth.

“How are you enjoying the ride?” A stupid question, perhaps, but at the moment he didn’t mind too terribly. He was after conversation, after all, and something in the back of his mind told him that Sephiroth might be more comfortable with something simpler in this case. He didn’t want to interrogate him…he just wanted to talk to him, face to face and, if he was lucky, maybe even get to know him a little.

Feeling those cursed eyes on him Tseng lifted his head up from where he was laying them against his beads, he was hiding a smirk fairly well. Sephiroth was about as anti social as Rude was and trying to pry information from him was like trying to pull a tooth from a still conscious King Behemoth.

Sitting up slightly to show the infuriating red head that he was just fine now that they were on a smoother road he allowed his eyes to slide over to his charge for the day. "Sephiroth, it is considered rude not to take an offered hand; even from the lowliest slum rat." he kept his voice flat an monotone; he had adapted that voice when he was a Cadet and had kept it for the Turks finding it came in very useful. You didn't allow inflection into your voice people had no idea what you were thinking and that came in handy for a Turk.

"As you rise in the rank of SOLDIER you will be shaking hands more often than you will wish, it's a habit to get into early. To insult one of the Directors or higher personnel of Shinra can be a fatal move."

He looked over to Rhapsodos seeing the look in his eyes. "Don't worry SOLDIER, i've never been motion sick in my life." He smirked more knowing Genesis was going to hate this. "Anata no okāsan wa hamusutādatta anata no otōsan wa, erudāberī no wakasagi." sitting back he folded his legs and folded his hands over his one knee, a very evil smirk playing on his lips. He didn't know if Genesis knew Wutai but it was just something absolutely stupid that he knew would ignight fire under the red heads ass.


(Translation: Your mother was a hampster and your father smelled of elderberries!)

Genesis laughed, shifting his gaze to the Turk across from them. “Polite as ever, eh, Tseng? Though…I have to agree with you -- My mother does quite resemble a hamster and my father did stink. However, it was probably just from too much cologne or aftershave. I don’t ever recall seeing him go near an elderberry. But, why trust me? I hardly saw the man anyway.”

Winking, he turned back to Sephiroth. “Don’t worry about the handshake. It might insult some people but it certainly doesn’t bother slum rats like myself. After all, you wouldn’t want to get your hands dirty, would you? Tseng might get upset.”

The last remark was mainly directed at Tseng and there was a slight worry that Sephiroth wouldn’t understand his teasing but…it was worth it. Even now, he had to admit that throwing shots back and forth with Tseng was still one of his favorite past times. He could be low sometimes, but Genesis appreciated that just as much as he admired Tseng’s abilities as a fighter and his level of intelligence. He was perfect for the position he’d been placed in.

Tseng actually laughed softly, his fingers coming to curl up over his lips, his steel toned eyes shinning with amusement. "Guilty conscious Rhapsodos? last i checked you were not from the Midgar slums so I do not know how slum rat would apply to you." His smirk grew even more seeing that old bantering game coming back from their cadet days.

"I'm surprised you understand me, did you have to find a Wutai for dummies so you can understand the insults i'm hurling your way?"

Tseng kept his hands interlocked in front of his knee, his eyes watching Sephiroth carefully but he made sure to constantly keep on a swivel never looking at anything for longer than a moment as he kept his ears trained on the outside. He had to give it to Rhapsodos, he had surprised him when he failed and the auburn haired man had gone on to SOLDIER. He wouldn't admit it out loud but he did have respect for him and Hewley; both were very adapt fighters and that temper on Genesis made him even more formidable. Respecting them didn't mean he was going to give up the chance to really mess with the kid; you could say it was one of his past times from Wutai, he loved to mind #%!@ people.. kept him entertained.

"It really is surpris...ing....." he trailed off head tilting slightly to the side a frown crossing his face, his eyes fell shut blocking out that sense as he allowed his hearing to pick up what he was outside.

“Guilty? Me? For shame. I can’t believe you would even suggest such a thing!” Grinning, he shrugged lightly, shifting carefully in his seat.

Goddess above his backside was going numb. The second he was able to get out of the bloody vehicle he’d probably fall on his face from the pins and needles. Shaking his head, he planted himself back down and resigned himself to his fate. He still owed Tseng another answer, after all, and he was nothing if not polite. “As for how I learned your language? Well, I’m sure you might find out someday.”

Opening his eyes Tseng slowly stood his hand reaching back towards the neck of his jacket his eyes sweeping everywhere as he trained his ears outside. "Maybe someday Rhapsodos.." he muttered off handily not really paying attention anymore.

Thinking better about the concealed blades at his back he moves away from the group his footsteps sure even as the truck lurches violently once more from a hole in the road. Using the momentum of the truck he grabbed onto the metal frame that supported the canvas top he sung his body out over the tall metal tail gate and up around so that he landed up on the canvas roof. The Canvas sank only slightly where he was kneeling as he was keeping most his weight on a second support beam.

He could hear them, distant though they were he could hear the roar of Nibel Dragons along with the howls of the local wolf pack. They were different though, more frantic and wild than what he had become accustomed to, so..for once the higher ups had done their job and were right about something.

Keeping a careful hold of the canvas under him Tseng ignored Sephiroth for a moment, his head tilting slightly so he could hear the world around him. It was harder with the loud Shinra truck under him, damn he wished these things were as quiet as Veld's car was..

Shifting more he nearly lost his balance when they hit another bad pothole and he found himself clutching to the canvas for dear life. Pulling himself back up into a kneeling position with his feet on a support bar he was able to pick up a good number of monsters; they were still far, but it only took moments for a nibel dragon to change course and their truck was making enough noise to alert the whole continent that they were there.

moving back to the edge he effortlessly swung back into the back; he took a second to straighten out his suit and make sure his hair was still in it's ponytail as if he hadn't just been on top of the truck. "At least 4 nibel dragons all suffering mako poisoning.. they are far still but that can change in a heart beat. They are highly territorial to begin with and being insane like they sound..might be best to continue on foot, keep as low a profile as possible."

Standing up Tseng moved to the front off truck and hit the metal surrounding a small window hard enough to get the attention of the troops inside. Seeing he had gotten their attention he made a motion to stop; though almost instantly regretted it as the infantryman inside did a standard infantry stop. Aka slamming on the breaks as hard as they could sending the unprepared Wutai Turk hurtling back across the truck and into the solid metal tailgate. "Ā mesu no saru no oji, musuko o fakku! Kizutsukeru koto ga ā!" he hissed grabbing his head.

Pulling it back he cursed louder seeing his hand was stained red, well this was just dandy! knowing it would clot in his hair he pulled out the elastic holding his hair back slowing the shoulder length locks to fall free around him. He needed to keep away from the rookies in case some moron tried to use Cure on him; last thing he wanted was to be sent into mako poisoning because someone tried to Cure him right now. With the injections still fresh in his system anymore could send him right back to the long term care ward at the hospital.

Pushing himself up he wiped his hand on the pants of a 3rd that wasn't paying attention and lept out of the transport. Hitting the dirt road he slowly stood up his hands pulling the l full tang from its hidden harness on his back; it would be impossible to tell it were there unless you knew previously. Hitting a small release the sword broke in half revealing two swords that he held carefully; Veld was training him to use a gun but right now he wasn't comfortable enough with the ones on him to use them on a dangerous mission like this.

Looking back to the transport he really hoped that Sephiroth was up for this, these were green horns, simulations couldn't train you for the real world.

Tilting his head he listened to the woods around them; there was a pack of Nibel wolves to their left probably about a quarter mile up, they were normal sounding but still dangerous as they traveled in packs and skilled hunters. He would wait until he was sure this group could handle the dragons and the other dangerous animals before breaking off and heading for the reactor.


translation: oh #%!@ a monkey uncle, son of a @#$!^! ahh that hurt!

Seeing Sephiroth move from the troop transport Tseng moved over blades held loosely in his hands, eyes constantly moving as her surveyed the land around them.

"Sephiroth.." He called out moving up to the man, well boy actually. "There is a pack of normal Nibel wolves about a quarter mile to our west, it's hard to judge because of the echo but it sounds like the Dragons are by my approximation four miles to the north, in the lower hills." while four miles sounds like a great distance, especially on foot, for a dragon that normally dwelled deep with in the mountain range that was far to close to the town for anyone's comfort.

"If you wish, i'll head up before, scout what i can make sure there are no civilians around."

Genesis hopped out of the transport, rubbing a spot on the back of his head. When they’d slammed on the breaks, he’d automatically jerked back, cracking his skull against a metal support beam. He was sure, without the enhancements, he would have a concussion. As it was, he was bleeding and his head hurt like hell, but it wasn’t something he couldn’t work through.

His boots hit the ground and he shook his head, pushing a small bit of energy into the materia in his bracer, priming it for use. His eyes darted around the area, landing on Tseng and he stepped forward.

The bite of blood, fresh in the air and different from his own rose, and he moved to the man’s side, glancing at him to silently ask if he was alright.

They might have been rivals on occasion, but an injured comrade could cost a lot more than a blow to someone’s pride. If dragons were in the area, they needed to be on their best.

feeling a presence next to him Tseng looked over seeing Genesis looking at him, a silent question in his eyes. Really? was Rhapsodos actually worried about him? Scoffing silently in his head Tseng turned away ignoring the blood running down the back of his neck. It wasn't a deep wound but all head wounds seemed to bleed like a SOB and this one was no exception. Damn that had hurt when he hit the tail gate, he must have hit a seam or a nut, either way what ever he hit did a nice little number on his head. But he wouldn't allow anyone to see he was getting a headache now, especially Rhapsodos..word got back to Veld he would never be allowed on a solo mission again!

No he would fight through this just has he had ever other injury on a mission so far. "I'm fine Genesis..." He muttered turning his attention back to Sephiroth awaiting his orders.

Nodding, Genesis took a step back, acknowledging that he understood and surveryed the area once more.

His role was relatively simple here: follow order, kill whatever tried to eat them, maim them, etc. All he had to do now was wait for orders and keep an eye on Tseng. He didn't think passing out from blood loss would be something his Commander would appreciate very much. Either way, even if it was, he'd still be checking. If he didn't and something happened to Tseng...well, there went a good verbal spar and conversation partner.

'if i'm...' Tseng resisted the urge to growl, just because he wasn't SOLDIER didn't mean he was weak. He narrowed his eyes at Sephiroth making it clear he was fine, though the blood running down his neck was starting to itch like hell, thank Leviathan for long hair!

Pulling his mask back on to blank out his emotions he studied the movements of the leaves around him. This was things they did not teach SOLDIER, he was pulling on his skills as an imperial assassin. Many of the men were wearing very heavy colognes that would attract creatures attention if they stayed down wind of them, right now they were upwind but that could change in a heart beat.

Looking back he saw the look Sephiroth was giving the area around him he felt his confidence dropping. Every one of these SOLDIER were complete green horns, their leader today the biggest green horn of the lot; VR rooms could only prepare you for so much.

Moving over he leaned down so he could look at the younger teen as all of them were just that teenagers. "Sephiroth, will you be able to handle this? This is nothing like a VR room or Hojo's little pet projects in a controlled room.."