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(The video clicks on, shifting around a bit and blurry images flash across the screen before it settles and Reno comes into view. What's odd about him today is he's wearing his Turk uniform, complete with goggles.)

So, guess it feels like just about time. Didn't want to leave without a word, you know? I had some great times here... when I wasn't runnin' for my life, eating people, coming down with fleas, being haunted by my dad or turning into "insert whatever the hell you want here".

I put my stuff in storage, just in case anyone needed it or if I came back. Tseng, I sent ya a key to it. Take care of the cats, will ya? Claws has skin allergies and Itty Bitty's got ear mites. And don't give 'em that kibble crap.

(He pauses here, looking down at the floor, shifting awkwardly. It doesn't last long before he takes a deep breath and looks back up. He isn't sad, not by a long shot, but kind of smiling.)

Feels like a whole life went by. Maybe that's what this place is all about... gettin' a different outlook. I know I never figured on hangin' out with Cloud Strife as a drinking buddy and even... even as a friend, before I got here. Got to know a lot of different people, a lot of different worlds. Kind of makes me think we're not so bad off for the future back home.

Question is, what do any of us take back? Me, I think even if we forget this place, it's still there. Yeah, yeah, doesn't make sense but I ain't gonna go into it too deep. The City is just kinda one of those places that get stuck in your head.

(Standing up straight, he salutes the camera with his EMR in hand.)

I don't usually do goodbyes, but... see ya, everyone.

I still think we were abducted by aliens.

(mumbling, possibly unaware he's being recorded)

Out of all the curses that've happened, this is probably the one most people start seekin' psychiatric help on.

My father was a good man. It ain't him that's the bad one here...

Hey- HEY. Drop it! (kla---krsssckt)

[backdated to an hour ago because I want to.]

Looks like I'm in need of a job.

Highly trained in security detail, combat, weapons, explosives, blah blah. You can find that stuff here on my resume.

I like day shifts, and Saturday off. No kids.

You are all damned idiotic assholes. I'd like to see what you people do without a police force. I ain't gonna waste my time trying anymore. I got better things to do than pander to ungrateful little kids that think they can do my job better than I can.

Mustang, consider this my resignation. I quit.

I don't even freaking remember

(ooc: Just to clarify, yes, he's really quitting, nope! not a curse, memory loss is permanent and he's only got half the details of events from nosing around things)

(Why hello, this is a camera view. This is a camera view that is being shaken around violently. This is the terrain that's whipping past at speeds almost unheard of! Oh, no, that's just cheap camera blur... but still, whoever is holding the camera is running! Boy, are they running.

And screaming, that too.)

AHHHHH!!! FUCKING CHOCOBOS!

(The camera turns, and gets a good view of vague, yellow blurs fairly close behind him.)

CLOUD!

(Reno tries to accelerate, but can't... instead, he just gets winded and frustrated.)

GET THEM OFF-(Oh! Fence! Freedom, escape! Reno leaps over it like an Olympian, kind of impressive for a headlong dash, but wait... the chocobo leaps over, too. The chase is on, still.)

WARK!

NOOoo! (The chocobo catches up to Reno and knocks him over, the turk going head over heels along the ground.)

(ooc: Yes. He's terrified of chocobos. TERRIFIED.

EDIT: EPIC BACKDATING WOO)

You settling in there, Tseng?

( Turk filter )

( Private: Cissnei )

Suddenly, I'm covered in flowers. Which is different. I'm not complaining, could have been worse. Kinda unusual for it to rain flowers, though. Things have gotten a little quiet the past few days. I'm gettin' prickles on the back of my neck just waiting for a curse. Don't think the flowers are it since I don't want to eat 'em or anything weird like that.


So I've got a question... How is a raven like a writing desk?

Someone said it's a riddle, but I got no clue what a raven and a writing desk have in common. I'm thinking the guy was trying to screw with me.

( Private )

Chief, in the future...

Do you think we can tell them to pike off if they have a complaint?

Because I am just not paid enough to deal with that shit. Not after running around for two days looking for that guy's ass only to get slapped in the face without even a "hey, thanks".

(Unappreciated cop is unappreciated and annoyed. Link totally IC.)

As if hunting down wayward vampires in the middle of the night isn't bad enough. Huh. Back home, we really didn't have things like that. Circuses, once in a while, but that was... different. A zoo of people. Seems pretty sadistic. And do I know sadistic when I see it.

Have fun with the track, Cloud. Might want to lay off the teasing of the guy that got it for you.

Why do I even bother doing this crap?

( Police Filter )

Didn't figure Cloud for a coward

So... we get chocobos. You owe me a drink and a game after this, Cloud. Bring Renji and Axel. Your choice of places, as long as it has plenty of booze and poker.

Still haven't figured out when or where to get that tattoo.

And... getting up in the middle of the night on my night off isn't what I'd call the most fun. Roy, you owe me a sparring match.

( PRIVATE: DEITIES )