Tazzy: They weren't sure how they had gotten where they were. All they remembered was their handlers dropping them off and setting them on their target when an explosion had ripped through the building they had been approaching. The best speculation was that they had been knocked out by flying debris, but that did not explain where they were. They were in some sort of swampy area with brackish water and trees that dripped vines and moss towards the ground, and everything was brown, green, and yellow. A quick scouting of the area had shown no sign of close civilization, although they had spotted a dark cloud in the sky some distance off over what looked like it might be a city. It had taken only one rainstorm for them to find a good cave to make into a shelter. Trial and error had shown them which among the local wildlife was good to eat, and the giant snakes were just fun to hunt and tear to shreds. When no one showed up to collect them after a week in this strange place, they decided that they had been abandoned and managed to change their lifestyle to reflect a bit more of the freedom they now had, letting their instincts rule them more often than their common sense. When the strange men in uniforms showed up, they lead them as far away from their shelter as possible before attacking them, determined to not be leashed by any military again. It didn't take long for their own uniforms to become shredded and filthy, and they abandoned the clothes when they were little more than rags. Their dog tags were tossed into the brackish water of the swamp with a flick of their wrists, and just like that, Crusnik 1 and 2 vanished into the wilderness of Gaia to be replaced by the two wild boys of the swamp.
Quez: Tseng gave Lazard and the troop of Third Class a long blank look. He was here for simple threat assessment, and possible sample collection, not to amuse them.
"You *are* the 'people' person here, mister liaison." Lazard grinned. Grinned.
Tseng let his eyebrow rise a quarter of a centimeter until Lazard's was suitably nervous. "I see. Eight Third Class are afraid of snakes. I should have requested Sephiroth for this sojourn."
As they started giving each other looks and shifting like they had all caught a case of Reno's itching powder, he took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves and took out his cell phone. "Rude. Man the chopper."
He shoved tie, jacket and phone into Lazard's arms and started walking straight into the swamp.
Tazzy: Two sets of eyes watched the strange man from the tree they were perched in, wings folded against their backs. He didn't look like the others, no uniform for one thing.
"His suit is like the large man's," murmured the silver, eyes flicking over the group. "Not military, but definitely have to keep an eye on the group."
"Will they attack if we do?" inquired the blond, getting a nod from his brother. No matter the differences between them, the men would attack if they pounced the strange man.
Quez: Tseng mentally wrote out the cleaning bill for his suit and a new pair of shoes, attaching it to an imaginary file labeled SOLDIER.
The waters rippled, muck surged, and a set of fangs attached to fifty feet of spine, scale and muscle came barreling out of the swamp straight for him.
Tseng fired twice, once to each luminous eye socket, and continued walking. "Yes. So terrifying. I should bring the General here for a picnic someday!"
Tazzy: The twins looked at each other. They had never seen another calmly take out one of the big snakes without a lot of screaming and flailing.
"We should watch him," the silver said. "He is... unexpected." The blond nodded and they quietly slunk closer to keep a better eye on the strange man. As well as watch his back for any of those big snakes.
Quez: Tseng expected a bit more of a fuss. He wasn't entirely sure what snake breeding season was, reptiles had never interested him in particular, but monsters tended to take threats to their territory in violent ways.
It was almost, he thought as another mid-sized specimen tried it's luck and ended up creating a trench trough the murk with it's death inertia, as though they'd learned to avoid smaller predators. He'd suspect SOLDIER's playing around if the Third Class hadn't acted like a bunch of school children on an outing. Perhaps he *would* have to talk to the General about his stress relief methods.
A flicker of something off color caught his periphery. A chocobo?
Tazzy: Humming, the blond's eyes glittered at the spray of blood created by the bullet and he leaned over to lick his twin's ear, getting a hiss and a flapped hand. "Stop. Not now. Enemy near," hissed the silver in a harsh tone.
"But doesn't the sight of that blood make you hard?" asked the blond. The silver only growled and motioned for the blond to watch from there while he moved for a better angle. He climbed farther up in the trees and started making his way around as best as he could.
Quez: Something was stalking him. For the first time since he'd received this assignment a bubble of amusement rose up. He turned, keeping the sliver of color to his back, pulling his second automatic and slowing his pace. Not much longer and he'd be past the Third's reach... he estimated three shots before the nearest SOLDIER would reach him. Rude had the chopper but he would need time to fire the missiles.
A small smirk tugged at his lips, shadows under the water moving swiftly. "Shall we dance?" A hooded basilisk head rose out of the reeds, the ground under Tseng squelching and trembling with the displacement. Forty feet climbed and kept moving, most of the body still in the earth, coils wrapping around Tseng in loops thicker than a man's hips.
Tazzy: The silver's lips pulled back in a hiss. He didn't know if the man would be able to take on the large snake, but he didn't want to lose this strange man. Whistling sharply in a rising cadence, he launched himself from the tree he had been hiding in, fangs and claws bared. A few moments later, his brother joined him in the air and they impacted the back of the snake's head, hoping to at least buy the man some time to get out of the coils.
Quez: He wasn't sure who, or what, had decided to take offense in his defense. Harpies came to mind in the seconds between hearing the cries and firing both guns.
"You might," he warned, on the off chance the things were sentient *and* understood Mainland. "Want to get out of the way."
The first Third Class swung his sword on a scaled loop of mutant muscle as the Rude's rockets breached the swamp boundary.
His suit was going to be *ruined*, he just knew it.
Tazzy: The sound of the rockets had both of them jumping into the air just long enough for the explosions to happen, before the fell on the serpent's head again, this time they managed to claw its eyes out instead of just distract it. Then, deciding that it had been rendered helpless, they abandoned the snake and flew back to a nearby tree, close enough to watch and help if needed. The blond absently licked his claws as they settled on their perch.
Quez: Dry cleaning wouldn't cut it. Burning would have to suffice. Blood *never* came out.
He twisted and narrowly avoided the serpent's corpse crushing him into the swamp.
"That should suffice the doctor, if you'll be good enough to drag this back to the transport tanks?" He checked his guns carefully before holstering them.
"What about... those?" one of the SOLDIER's asked, indicating the roosting harpies. If they were harpies. Male harpies?
"If you think Hojo would like them, please feel free." He found himself smirking."
Tazzy: The twins quietly snorted, glancing at each other. The military would *never* get its hands on them again. They also didn't like the talk of a doctor. In a heartbeat, they swore to each other that they would not hold back if these military men tried to capture them.
Quez: Seeing as his shirt was ruined, he casually stripped it off and discarded it. "I begin to believe they understand language, as that puts them above SOLDIER standard requirements, they fall under Turk purview."
There was ruffling and bristling, the Thirds not exactly happy for the insults, or being relegated to pack mules, but since *he'd* done all the damned work he didn't care a bit.
"You're purview Tseng? I didn't know you collected animals." Lazard grinned, walking carefully through the mud. "It does explain your Turks though!"
Tseng looked up, letting Lazard take the full force of his disapproving gaze. Without breaking eye contact he palmed his primary automatic, popped the clip, and slid a fresh one in to the quiet of a swamp holding its breath. "I see your misinformed again, Lazard. SOLDIER's are recruited. Turks, are *family*."
Tazzy: Family? That caught their attention. They only had each other before, but maybe this one would accept them into the family? They were lonely and had heard good things. The silver shook his head, laying a cautious hand on his brother's arm. They couldn't take a risk on so little information.
Quez: Lazard didn't back down, but he did stop smiling, which was as good a sign of submission as Tseng required at the moment.
He took his phone and left the coward holding the rest. "Rude, what is our fuel? Tell Rufus the mission has created a time delay, and get me a clean suit. Send the invoice to Sephiroth."
There was a choked snort behind him.
Looking at the pair in the trees, a thought came to him, something born of blood and amusement. "Have Reno meet me on the ridge with my sword. I believe I finally have sparring partners."
Tazzy: They watched as the one started towards the ridge, and the silver nodded. "Let's go watch him," he whispered, and the blond nodded in response. Carefully to avoid the soldiers, they made their way after the man, Tseng, the other had called him. Honestly, the silver didn't think they could really avoid it at this point. Tseng Turk was just far too *interesting*
Quez: A nice hike in squelching shoes and filthy pants put him in the perfect mood to decapitate someone. Reno *whistled* from over his sniper scope. Tseng wondered if the harpy boys had a clue he'd been there the whole time, the perfect lethal shadow.
"You forwarded pictures from your phone, didn't you?"
"Elena had to change panties boss man. Rod owes my eighty gil. You want to change pants before pulling the pig sticker?" Reno laughed, but there was a serious glint to his eyes.
Tseng peeled off shoes, socks, and wriggled his toes in the dirt. "No sense ruining two pairs." He handed over his holsters, then in a bout of *whimsy*, handed over the throwing knives from his calf holsters. "If they attack you, aim for the wing joints." His katana sang as he pulled her from her sheath and saluted the strange pair.
Tazzy: The two froze at the edge of the clearing, hunkered down in some bushes and the silver cursed himself for seven kinds of a fool. The thought of a sniper watching Tseng Turk had never crossed his mind, assuming that the soldiers had been his only backup. The blond punched him in the arm for not knowing about the sniper and he growled in response. When Tseng Turk pulled his sword and *saluted* them, the silver took a breath and carefully emerged from the bushes, uncaring of the fact he only wore his hair, snake blood, and some mud he hadn't washed off yet.
Quez: Reno settled back in a seemingly nonchalant pose, watching everything with vibrant green eyes. For once, he didn't say anything, content to watch his boss, for lack of a better word, 'play'.
Tseng slid one leg back, Katana angled across and down, an old defensive move he'd never have bothered with against another swordsman.
Tazzy: The silver tilted his head before grinning and holding out his hand. It seemed like blood gushed from his palm before solidifying into a wicked looking scythe with a barbed tail. "You seek to challenge us?"
The blond emerged, his black lance already in his hand. "DO you wish one or both to fight?"
Quez: So they did understand speech, and they were at least as intelligent as the prostitutes Shinra hired regularly. Tseng narrowed his eyes, weighed them up in his mind, and *growled*.
Tazzy: Delighted growls echoed from them as they shifted their weapons into a ready position. Crouching slightly, they studied Tseng Turk for a moment before baring their fangs and lunging at him, the silver going high with his scythe whistling through the air, and the blond going low, hoping to tangle Tseng Turk's legs.
Quez: He twisted and struck, feet sliding along the earth rather than lifting. He caught the scythe with his scabbard and deflected its motion away as his blade swept downwards, the flat side meeting spear and shoving it aside.
Young, restless, eager to hunt and kill and unafraid. He smiled.
Tazzy: A delighted purr rumbled in their throats as the silver flicked the barbed tail out, attempting to entangle and remove the sheath from Tseng Turk's hand, thus depriving him of a weapon. The blond chuckled and reversed his swing, this time aiming at the back of the knees.
Quez: Tseng rarely used his katana in a real fight, since he rarely got 'real' fights any more and his guns had materia slots. His girl was more old fashioned.
Rolling his feet, he back-flipped over the spear, keeping his arms straight and angled in, under the arch of his spine which let the whip slide down the length of polished wood without catching.
As he landed, his feet slid apart, automatically widening his stance and putting him back in the defensive. He arched a brow at them pointedly.
Tazzy: "He like to fly, brother," purred the blond, stalking in an opposite way as his twin to maneuver Tseng Turk into a space between them.
The silver hummed, eying their opponent critically. "Doesn't get out to fight much, but doesn't slack either. A true challenge!' On the lat word, he struck, faking a blow to the shoulders only to lash the tail at the knees while his twin did the opposite.
Quez: He threw himself forward in a roll, blade and scabbard crossed safely over his chest. The escape was narrow, but other than a shallow cut from the whip barbs along his leg, it worked.
In a ritual spar he'd give them first blood. Instead, in his roll his tugged the cord from his scabbard and when he came up, sent a small throwing star straight for the blond's wing joint.
"Someone didn't teach you well enough, if you waste breath to communicate."
Tazzy: The blond's wings vanished into his back before reemerging once the small star was past. Raising his hand, he sent a sonic wave at the man. Growling in excitement, the silver flung a bolt of lightning with his scythe, trying to figure out a winning strategy for this fight. Their opponent was sneaky and very good.
Quez: The scabbard was wood, he used it to block, and ground the bolt to the ground as he dodged the wave of.. he wasn't sure. He was certain it would be painful. Well, if they wanted to call on Materia... his hairband glowed crimson, the black Ribbon tucked into the cord activating the one Materia he never left home without. "Ultima."
Tazzy: They cried out in surprise, unable to dodge the attack in time. They braced themselves, and managed to remain on their feet after the explosion. The silver had lost a wing while the blond had burns on his body. A fine, black dust rose from the ground to reform the missing wing, while burned skin began flaking off, leaving healthy pink behind.
Quez: He stood straight and stared at them coolly, assessing. "Do you yield?"
Tazzy: "If we do, what would it gain us?" inquired the silver, eyes watching as his brother moved over to stand next to him.
Quez: "You've got skills, and some intelligence, so you could be Turks." Tseng ignored Reno's arched brows and 'Huh?!'. "Which means a job, a shelter, uniforms I'm afraid, and steady meals, along with the usual Turk Weapon package." Tseng watched them out of his periphery as he pretended to check his blade. "Or you could stay here, like animals. Alone. Until the scientists come for you. They'll send me to collect you for their experiments, and you'll likely die in a lab somewhere. Nameless. Unknown."
Tazzy: "You assume some lab will hold us," mused the blond, his lips twisting into a sneer.
The silver regarded Tseng Turk curiously. "What's the catch, Tseng? Your offer is too good to not have a catch."
Quez: He smiled slowly. "If you're a Turk, you're *mine*."
Tazzy: "And the soldiers you were with? What say would they have/ Or their general?" demanded the silver, not convinced, but they had lowered their weapons as they listened.
Quez: Reno laughed. "Like Seph *wants* more headaches?!"
Tseng sheathed his katana. "General Sephiroth is in charge of the SOLDIERS. SOLDIERs, and the General, belong to Doctor Hojo, the head scientist who creates them. We cooperate on occasion, but Turks answer to President Shinra alone. We take some... suggestions, from other department heads."
"*Veld* takes suggestions, then he hands them to boss-man, and Tseng shreds them while Rude and I piss on the burning ashes." Reno's smile was fanged. "Shinra? He pays the bills so we clean up his messes and keep him from bleeding. Too much."
Tazzy: The two glanced at each other, holding an entire conversation without speaking a word. The blond raised a brow before the silver nodded. Their weapons vanished and they shifted to look like young teenage boys, blue eyed and fang-less, as their wings also vanished into their backs. Walking over, they knelt in front of Tseng, heads bowed but tense, expecting a trap. "We are yours. Completely. Do with us as you will."
Their vow was directed at Tseng, not as the Turk, but as the Man.
Quez: Tseng let himself blink once, before he slid his blade through his belt and bent down to grip each of them by the back of the neck. "On my honor, I take you as my family and name you," He pressed harder on the silver one, "Jyut Loeng (yuut lung) and," he pressed now on the blond. " Taai Yeung (Tai Yung)."
Tazzy: The boys blinked at the names but didn't object. "Your wish is our command, Master," they said in one voice, waiting for permission to rise. They had thrown their lot in with this strange man, for better or worse, and gambled everything. Now to see what the gamble paid in the end.
Quez: He stepped back, holding out his hands to help them up.
"So, boss-man, I'm thinking fire hose. Cause that's a lot of mud ta ask Rude ta scrape outa the chopper."
Tseng snorted. "A Water should do until a proper bath. You have spare uniforms?"
"Besides yours? Yeah yeah, but they ain't gonna fit too well."
"Bad clothes are better than a jealous Rufus."
"Amen."
Tazzy: They took the offered hands before offering a humorous grin. "Our previous clothes were shredded and we just didn't see a reason to replace them," remarked the blond.
"After all, other than the wildlife - which is rather tasty by the way - there was nothing out here that would grow offended by our nudity," replied the silver with a roll of his shoulders.
Quez: Reno looked them up and down with an eyebrow waggle and a chuckle. "Offense ain't so much the problem."
"Stop texting lewd commentary to Elena and tell Rude to bring the chopper around." He sighed, gripping slim hands and pulling the boys after him to the small crates that held Reno's ammunition, a few 'experimental' weapons, Tseng's spare suit and his guns.
"Done already, just giving the Thirds time to clear out. So what's up with Lazard anyway? I scoped the stink eye you sent."
Tseng rumbled something in his chest that sounded tightly leashed and pissed for the effort.
Tazzy: Twin giggles came from the boys and when Tseng released their hands. they glanced at each other before Silver ran a low level charge of electricity over their skin, drying all of the mud that clung to them. Then Blond used a low sonic blast to remove the dried dirt from them. There was still some residual dirt, but now they wouldn't be leaving a mess behind them.
"What's your name?" inquired Silver, looking at the sniper. He was interesting in a possibly fun way.
Quez: Reno smirked, pushing his goggles up a little higher. "I'm Reno. the guy coming in with the chopper is Rude. You might meet Elena when we get back to base, she's about this tall, blond and pure puppy. Needle teeth."
"If you didn't tease her so much, she wouldn't try to castrate you at every turn."
"Then where would I get my kicks?" Reno laughed. "We three are Rufus's personal guard. With Boss-man. We also guard President Shinra... when Veld is unavailable."
"That won't be your job." Tseng assured them, stripping down to his skin and casting Water over himself before using the rags to dry off. Reno didn't even glance over at the spectacle of scars and golden skin, pulling a small compact from his back pocket.
"Nah, you're Weapons Class. Weapons work in pairs on special assignment, directly under Boss-man. Veld is the name on the papers, but if you don't see Tseng's mark, you don't do it. Veld's a paper pusher, he don't know shit about getting dirty."
Tazzy: "Veld is a desk jockey general," Silver said with a nod. "And Tseng is the general in the fields with the troops." Blond nodded his agreement of the analysis, and they watched Tseng, their eyes drifting over the various scars. They spoke of a warrior and one not afraid to fight, and that made the twins feel better about who they were sworn to.
Quez: Reno whistled between his teeth. "Yeah, well... Don't say that in front of anyone but Turks. SOLDIER's get real funny about words."
"My rank is vice-head of the department of security. Sephiroth is the General in charge of the SOLDIER's, they are the private army bankrolled by President Shinra to protect his investments and holdings. Turks are not SOLDIER's, or soldiers." Tseng left the rags on the ground wiping his feet on them as he dressed in clean blues.
"Baaaasically those idgets you saw down there playing muscle are just that. Sephiroth is protective of them though, and they are fanatical about him. By the definition of 'fanatic'." Reno rolled his eyes.
Tseng smiled. "General Sephiroth has similar views on the waste of resources as I do."
"Yeah, but *you* call them resources and he calls it 'life'."
Tazzy: They nodded their understanding. There had been a few like that from before that were *real* touchy about how they were described. The quiet thumping of helicopter blades caused them to look up as a large chopper headed towards them.
"Was Rude the one firing the rockets?" asked Silver, remembering the large figure on the ground below. They certainly hadn't come from the group of soldiers.
Quez: "Of course. Can't leave Boss-man's backside bare."
Tseng rolled his eyes, wringing out his ponytail and holding a hand out for the compact.
The chopper settled on the ground daintily as a bird, Rude stepping out only after the blades slowed their spinning.
With the ball of his thumb, Tseng applied the red paste of the compact into a perfect circle on his brow. "Load up!"
Tazzy: Without hesitating, they bent low out of habit and scrambled into the chopper with the ease of seasoned veterans. Once inside, they sat on the floor next to the side, their arms around their knees to take up as little room as possible while they looked around. It looked like any other military chopper they had been in, but none of those had large, black men in suits with multiple earrings in his ears.
Quez: Rude didn't even look at them as he helped Reno load up the crates, or at least, if he did it was behind the mirrored shades. "Strays now Boss?"
"Helping the homeless, Reeve can spin the PR."
"Reeve will adopt them and give them cat ears."
Tseng slid his jacket over his holsters. "They're Turks, not house pets."
"Who says they can't be both?" Reno waggled his brows again, jumping into the co-pilot seat.
"Did you want to be Scarlett's on loan toy? I wasn't aware, you should have filed the appropriate forms." Tseng murmured, perching easily on the crates as Rude slid his large form into the pilot's seat."
Tazzy: Unable to help it, the two of them gave rather realistic sounding meows before settling into a deep chested rumbling purr as they watched everyone with slitted eyes.
"We can be anything you wish, Master," Blond remarked, rolling his words with the purr.
"From weapons to bed warmers, or just a general curiosity," added Silver.
Quez: Reno cackled in delight.
Tseng gave the pair a bland look. "Be Turks. That will be sufficient."
Tazzy: They giggled and curled up, leaning against each other. Yawning, they let their eyes drift shut, content to nap for now. They had been up with the sun to hunt for food, and now, they were going to catch up on lost sleep. It had been a long time since they had been anywhere safe enough to do more than lightly nap.
Quez: The chopper landed on the roof of the President's tower, Rufus and Elena waiting near the stairwell with Rufus's pet. Tseng closed his eyes, breathed deep, and made sure everything like 'emotion' was buried under the reinforced steel of Duty.
Tazzy: The slight bump of the chopper setting down caused their eyes to snap open, no trace of sleep visible in their faces as they rose to their feet.
"Do you wish us to help with the unloading of the chopper, sir?" Silver inquired, glancing outside and spotting the two people and the strange animal. The woman wore a suit similar to that of the men so he figured that was probably Elena.
"How do you wish us to appear, human or winged?" inquired Blond, his voice just as casual as Silver's.
Quez: "Human works better for now, the halls aren't really designed for extra appendages." Tseng murmured, trying to gauge Rufus's mood from the distance.
"Leave the boxes kiddos, that stuff is mostly for Rod and Pistol anyway. Uh, Boss, what're we supposed to call them?"
Tseng gestured, not needing to see the pair to know which was which, "Jyut, Taai."
Rude arched a brow over his shades. "What should we call them that the Department heads can pronounce?"
Tseng's lips twisted, just slightly, remembering how *very* long he'd been called 'Sion' and 'Sung' and 'Zheng' before he had a high enough body count to impress upon people the proper pronunciation. "Moon, Sun."
Tazzy: "Yes, sir," they said, an emotionless expression sliding over their faces as they followed Tseng. They committed their new names and their "public" names to memory.
Rufus was watching and waiting with an amused smile on his face. The information received from Reno was highly interesting, and he wondered what Tseng was going to do with his new acquisitions.
Quez: Tseng held the door open for the boys, belatedly remembering they weren't dressed and rifling through a crate until he found a pair of Rude's dress shirts and jackets. "Here. For the moment."
Rude said nothing, checking over the chopper professionally, then taking point near Tseng's right, as Rude lounged, twirling his baton, near the tail of the helicopter, emerald eyes roving both bored and shrewd over the tarmac.
Tazzy: They slipped into the clothes, uncaring how the cloth fell almost to mid thigh, and fell into step behind their master.
"Welcome back," greeted Rufus, his gaze sweeping over the group once they were close enough, and lingering on the boys. Even under the dust, he could see they were quite beautiful. "I trust there were no serious complications?"
Quez: "None. The report will be on your desk by closing, Sir." Tseng tilted his head in acknowledgement. "The mission was sucessful, samples will arrive shortly for the research department, and new employees have been sworn in to the Turk Weapon's Division. Personnel files and security passes will be arranged this evening."
Tazzy: "And who are the new recruits? I don't remember any settlements out there," mused Rufus, eying the twins again.
Instead of instantly replying, Sun and Moon looked at Tseng for permission to speak.
Quez: "Survivors." Was Tseng's short, clipped reply. He stared at Rufus calmly, letting the boy choose just how hard he wanted to press the matter.
Tazzy: Rufus' eyes lingered on the long fall of silver hair. "I can imagine what they may have survived," he murmured. "I look forward to seeing them once they have been fully trained." Nodding at Tseng and the twins, he turned and left with Dark Nation.
Quez: Tseng gave the boy time to clear the stairwell before walking forward, Elena falling into place at the rear.
"Sir. It's good to see you back."
"I'm sure. Veld is throwing fits isn't he?"
"He's in your office."
"Escort these two to the requisitions department and get them outfitted please, three of everything, and bring me the bill. Reno, I want the holo deck training room reserved for tomorrow, noon, after Elena's done make sure they get fed. Rude, double check that Lazard arrives safely and the samples are accounted for, then pay the materia shop a visit and purchase a few of the basics. Full kit."
Tazzy: Sun and Moon looked at each other, confused. "What's materia?" they asked, their voices soft so as to not carry beyond the small group. If it was something important, they'd have to learn about it in a hurry.
Quez: "It's what Boss-man fried you with, and what makes SOLDIER's as good as they are for what they do." Reno murmured.
"It's a secondary product created from Mako production. Mako is what Shinra uses to make power. Shinra is a power company." Rude explained.
"In every meaning of the word." Elena finished.
Tazzy: Moon frowned slightly before it cleared up. "We will need enough information so that we can act normally as one of your comrades without someone cluing in that we are ignorant."
Sun nodded, knowing that such ignorance could be used against them.
Quez: "That will be seen to after hours, and on the training field. Turks work twelve hour shifts, my shift is over at 10:30 pm this evening, you will accompany me home where you will have access to the proper learning materials."
"Spare apartment boss?"
"After they complete their initial training and certification. No need to loose them to a 'train accident'."
Tazzy: "Yes, Sir," Sun and Moon said, taking in their surroundings as they moved deeper into the tower. If nothing else, they would do their best to bluff their way through until they had the information necessary to pass as natives.
Quez: Veld was indeed waiting in his office, he let the man get one glance, then waved the others to go about their orders and shut the door.
"Have you completely lost your mind!?"
"....It's under contract, so no."
Tazzy: Sun and Moon glanced back at the door when it was closed before turning to follow Elena to get properly outfitted. It was going to be strange wearing clothes again after so long. "Is there a chance we might get a shower and clean up before we put on our new uniforms?" inquired Moon, suddenly very aware of the dist that still clung to his skin. He disliked being dirty for any longer than necessary.
Quez: "Of course. They'll need to be fitted and tailored, so what you'll have today will just be spares. After the tailor we can go to the shower rooms." She smiled at them. "They're always open and available, but you might want to get your own toiletries stocked up. The stuff the SOLDIER's use is specially engineered for their heightened senses, but also causes a rash reaction in 15% of non-enhanced staff."
Tazzy: "We have heightened senses too," Moon murmured without moving his lips. He glanced at her and decided to take a chance. "Do you know what a vampire is?"
Sun hissed at him and grabbed his arm. "Think what you say," he snarled. Moon snorted and stared at SUn until his brother calmed down.
Quez: She arched a brow at them, calmly leading down the hall, heels like daggers that made the other people in the halls and offices continue their business quickly. "No, I can't say the term is familiar, however I'm certain some of the research and development scientists."
Tazzy: "Then anything I tell you would probably not make any sense to you," sighed Moon with a shrug of his shoulders.
Quez: The tailor and her assistent looked up when Elena escorted the boys in. "Ah! Don't tell me the brattling has friends now! I'm not creating any more of that.. that.. *gear*!" She glowered, hands waving.
"They're *Turks* Mrs. Trause. Three sets of standard blues."
That got sharp eyes on the boys and a sniff. "Turks."
Elena shifted, just enough to show the butt of her pistol, and the seamstress muttered a curse in Wutain. "Well, bring them over then. Three sets... They'll out grow them, of course, Extra in the seams then, the smallest sizes. Joung! Joung fetch the blues."
Tazzy: The boys followed the woman's directgions as they were measured. When she as don, they very politely bowed to her and thanked her for her time.
Quez: She waved them off, still muttering to herself. She handed Elena two sets of clothes, and two pairs of dress shoes. "Talk to that cur if they don't fit."
Elena nodded and motioned the boys to follow her out. Well, after that bit of excitement, time for a shower!"
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