001; reno

[36105997]

Type:Text
Sender ID: 36105997 | Vincent Valentine
To: Private! To Reno.
Subject:????
Warnings: Shouldn't be any! But here's a quick link to a handy translator for ooc reference ❤︎


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[Holo...?
... He's going to have to ask Cloud about that one.

Hazing, however. That's known to him. Back in his day, it was with what had come first. SOLDIER in name- but passive units. Nothing like the men and women that the Jenova Project had created. ...Passive as they were though, they were self-important. Therefore very, very good for hazing. Relieving a little of the stress that accumulated through the ins and outs of the job- babysitting executives and making sure Mrs. Shinra never found out about the President's bastards.

Vincent's silent for a moment, listening for a return message entwined with Reno's reminescence. However, none comes. So he does ask. Mostly out of curiosity.]

...Holodeck?

[general_affairs]

[ His brows piqued again for a moment, but his posture shifted quickly after, and he instead sat up. Or. Well. What a disaster-bi would consider 'sitting upright' in a casual setting. He was still slouched back against the back of his chair with an amused, vulpine grin. ]

Ooooh yeah.

SOLDIER got a bunch of new toys to help with their training. The old Firsts mostly used it since there really wasn't anywhere they could fuck around and push their limits. But any time they got their ratty little hands on it, it was always down for months after.

They'd run simulated missions for training for Thirds and Seconds on it, and we'd do the same when we got our hands on it. Infantry wasn't allowed--not cool enough.

All that equipment got trashed though, their department was up by the top of HQ. Not gonna say how here though since that'd be spoilers.

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[Back in his day, there was something similar. Sort of, anyway. Practise against hologram enemies which were running Turk data, staged in real environments. Usually bunkers. Sometimes warehouses- in the middle of nowhere and heavily guarded by sentry machinery. This, what Reno describes, sounds about the same thing. Just... much more advanced. Much, much more advanced. And without coming back to civilization covered in mosquito bites. ]

...

[He's about to say something. About to ask, even, if Reno had ever heard of a Synaptic Net Dive- since (to him) that seems quite similar as well, but he's stopped by the redhead's latter statement. Spoilers, hm. Vincent would have assumed that since the thing was at the top of the Shinra building, it would be simple enough to state that it, like the rest of the building, didn't stand up to a few hundred thousand rounds from the Diamond Weapon as it had approached Midgar.

...But Reno's boss had.
Maybe the thing had survived after all.]

Right.

[So verbose. That was a delightful little story, and he's nothing to say. It can't be helped. He couldn't say that he shared Reno's nostalgia.]

...See you in a few days.

[Ending the call so soon, Vincent?]