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So the thing about Reno? He woke up out-of-his mind hungover in mad uncomfortable positions on a pretty regular basis; chalk that up as the main reason it took him such a hot damn second to realize that something was off.
Like... wicked off.
His first hint was how (for once) his mouth didn't taste like something had crawled down the back of his throat and died, meaning he couldn't have been drinking all that hard last night. His next hint was the fact that he couldn't remember any of last night to start with -- or any of yesterday, for that matter -- which, despite Reno's rep, was actually a pretty rare occurrence.
Reno didn't black out.
Yeah, something was very wrong.
Finally coming out of whatever sedative haze he'd been hit with, Reno tugged roughly at the cuffs that held his wrists behind his back, realizing only belatedly that there was another pair of wrists cuffed right up next to his own.
"Yo." His voice was hoarse as he gave his bound wrists a hard shake, hoping that whoever he was shackled to would turn out to be an asset instead of a handicap. "Hey, wake up. You with me back there?"
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What was going on?
“Yes… yes I’m awake.” Adrenaline was pumping through Tifa’s system now as she saw a thick forest surrounding them. That… was not a good sign. The adrenaline pushed any fogginess Tifa might be feeling away but she made a noise when she tried to pull her arms forward.
Her hands were tied together with what felt like rope but she also felt what had to be a shackle around one wrist. That couldn’t be a good sign either.
“What is going on?”
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oh, Rude was so gonna kill him for this, like it wasn't even funny. Because yeah, they might not have been bffles or whatever, but Reno recognized her voice instantly, without even having to turn around. (Knowing his enemy -- knowing every potential player on every possible board -- just part of the job, yo. He'd never have mistaken her for anyone else.)Of course, he was already scanning the forest around them, making mental notes of every detail that might help clue them in or work to their advantage later on. But feeling Tifa stiffen against his back, Reno's fingers curled around her hand (I mean, it was right there, after all, awkward bondage angle or no) just long enough to give a quick, reassuring squeeze.
"No idea, babes, 'cept it looks like we gone an' got ourselves got." His light tone and typically careless speech gave the impression that Reno was totally unconcerned. Waking up disoriented and tied up in Shiva-knows-where part of some forest? Nbd. Totally. Reno did this every day.
Or something.
"Don't suppose you got any idea where the fuck we are?"
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They had a rocky history but she respected Reno’s fighting and survival skills. One didn’t mess lightly with the Turks even after all these years. So she could have been in a lot worse company but there were a slew of people she would rather be stuck with then Reno as well.
She felt his hand awkwardly grasp her and give her a reassuring squeeze. It really didn’t do the trick because Tifa realized she didn’t have her gloves on. Whoever had done this had taken her gloves which was really concerning.
“Don’t call me babe.” Tifa let out a breath as she looked around. She didn’t recognize the trees or foliage. But there were sounds of birds and insects which was a good thing. Silence meant something deadly was close. “And no, I don’t.”
She then started to test the restraints, wiggling her hands and wrists to see if there was any kind of slack. “Are you tied like I am?”