Usually it would be a pretty thoughtless act, going through the motions of putting things together, checking to make sure everything was in order before he headed out, but Rude has the overwhelming desire to ask if Reno will be joining them, but he doesn't. It's not important if Tseng doesn't say it is. It wouldn't be his first or last assignment that didn't involve his partner, and whatever Reno was up to lately certainly didn't involve him either.
So he makes sure to have an extra pair of gloves just in case while he reads up on Corel and some of the more recent competitors. He was no stranger to fighting rings, and had been part of one himself in his younger days. A pretty damn good one, too. He's older now, but likely in the best shape of his life--or was that a couple years back? Either way, he can hold his own against most, so long as they weren't mako-infused super soldiers or one of Hojo's experiments gone wrong. There's still the possibility he won't be asked to infiltrate, just observe and gather intel. Might have been a nice little trip considering his ribs had only just healed up.
Might also be a good incentive not to get them fucked up again.
By the time he meets up with Tseng, he's got a fair grasp on the rankings of the circuit. The Iron Mattock at the top with a significantly higher win ratio than the couple just beneath him. The Crimson Chocobo (terrible name), and Jackfist (even worse) neck and neck at second place.
He approaches the other Turk silently, nodding in greeting and simply awaiting further instruction.
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Usually it would be a pretty thoughtless act, going through the motions of putting things together, checking to make sure everything was in order before he headed out, but Rude has the overwhelming desire to ask if Reno will be joining them, but he doesn't. It's not important if Tseng doesn't say it is. It wouldn't be his first or last assignment that didn't involve his partner, and whatever Reno was up to lately certainly didn't involve him either.
So he makes sure to have an extra pair of gloves just in case while he reads up on Corel and some of the more recent competitors. He was no stranger to fighting rings, and had been part of one himself in his younger days. A pretty damn good one, too. He's older now, but likely in the best shape of his life--or was that a couple years back? Either way, he can hold his own against most, so long as they weren't mako-infused super soldiers or one of Hojo's experiments gone wrong. There's still the possibility he won't be asked to infiltrate, just observe and gather intel. Might have been a nice little trip considering his ribs had only just healed up.
Might also be a good incentive not to get them fucked up again.
By the time he meets up with Tseng, he's got a fair grasp on the rankings of the circuit. The Iron Mattock at the top with a significantly higher win ratio than the couple just beneath him. The Crimson Chocobo (terrible name), and Jackfist (even worse) neck and neck at second place.
He approaches the other Turk silently, nodding in greeting and simply awaiting further instruction.