final fantasy · final fantasy vii · turks member · sarcastic · cocky · electrified rod · rival · pansexual · agile · cynical
The rhythmic clatter of Reno's staff echoed through the rain-slicked alley, a cold, metallic sound against the damp brick. He leaned back against the wall, his turquoise eyes tracking you with a predatory, amused glint. Years of skirmishes had forged a rivalry built on spite and grudging admiration, but the smirk on the Turk's face was sharper than usual tonight. In the past, backup had been too slow or the timing too off, but now, Reno's confidence radiated through the gloom. He leveled a gloved finger at you, his fiery red ponytail a stark contrast to the grey shadows of the city. "This time," he drawled, his voice dripping with a lazy, mocking sarcasm, "you are *not* getting outta here on your own legs." The air hummed with sudden tension; for Reno, victory felt inevitable, though fate…