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Who: Reno and Kadaj
What: Kadaj seeks out information on "Father" while Reno stubbornly refuses
When: After this discussion
Where: Reno's room
Rating: PG-13 probably due to swearing, threats, whatever else goes on

He had honestly tried it the nice way. He should've guessed that anyone from Shinra would be unwilling to cooperate with him. Still, it was very frustrating. He took Souba along with him to help with convincing the stubborn redhead. Kadaj had to search to find out where the redhead was staying. After finding out the right floor and room, he set off.

Kadaj was fairly sure Reno didn't know yet that Kadaj had lost Mother. He was hoping to use that, and also hoping that Reno didn't somehow find out the truth. It would be much harder for Kadaj to get what he wanted if he was less intimidating. He still had Souba, so that was something. He headed up to Reno's door. Rather than knocking, Kadaj kicked at the door until it opened. for him.

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Reno swore outloud as he shut the journal, leaning back in his chair at the desk. This was a nice situation he had gotten himself into. Honestly, whoever had told Kadaj about people having fathers was now on Reno's annoyed list. Possibly hate list if he ended up needed medical attention after this.

Why hadn't he just told Kadaj about Hojo, the guy that had created Sephiroth to begin with? Reno knew all of that, sure not every detail but enough to give Kadaj something. The rational human side of him was telling him just to say it before he ended up being tortured or dead. But-- Reno was a turk, the protector of ShinRa's secrets. And considering his opinion on the silver haired guy, old habits died hard.

He could just only hope the guy didn't start getting violent. Even without his mother friggin' head (which he couldn't have had, otherwise why would he had demanded that information from Reno when he first got here?), Reno was certain Kadaj to beat the shit out of him. Reno's best hope was to delay the guy long enough to figure out a way to get the hell out.

Then the door came flying open, with no surprise at whow as kicking it down. Reno gave the guy a look that said nothing but 'what the fuck?!'. He quickly composed yourself. "That sure didn't take long yo."

Fucking door having his name on it. He knew that would bite him in the ass someday.

Kadaj stepped inside, hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword. Not too threatening yet. He still tried to play the nice card. "It isn't difficult to track someone down with their name on the door," he said with a smirk. "And I'm hoping this discussion won't take very long either. Please, just tell me about Father. I will go away once I know who he was."

Not difficult, was it? It wouldn't take Reno any time at all, and then Kadaj would be on his way.

This guy had brought his sword, Reno noted. Oh yeah, that was threatening at all. His right hand went over to his own weapon, the Electro Magnetic Rod, that had been leaning against the desk. But beyond that, he made no movements to attack. This guy could kick his ass after all.

He returned a smirk right back at Kadaj. "And my answer is still the same," then he leaned back further into his chair and put his hands (one with EMR in hand) on the back of his head). "And next time, just use the door knob. You'll freak out the bird." Or, not come at all. That would be better.

Reno was concerned about birds at a time like this? Well, it was rather obvious where this guy had his priorities. Kadaj sighed, ignoring Reno's suggestion, but being thoughtful enough to close the door. He hadn't broken it so it could still click into place.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" Kadaj wondered. "It would be so much easier on you if you did... and less painful." He smiled at this, tapping his swordhilt hintingly. He had his eyes fixed on the redhead's EMR, his body tense in case Reno decided to strike. "You know how persistent I am. I've given you plenty of chances on this, which is more than I should after you tricked us about Mother. Now, for the last time, tell me what I want to know."

At the door closing, Reno realized how trapped he was. This guy blocked the door so he couldn't run from that way. The only other way out was probably the window and -- ugh no. Six floors was high enough to do a lot of damage and Reno still remembered the last time he did that to get away. He wasn't aiming to land in the hospital again anytime soon.

A sane person would give in, he told himself. Tell him as little as possible and then let the freak of nature be on his merry way.

But it seemed the Turk stubbornness in him was a lot louder than his voice of sanity.

He looked the guy in the eye. "I know what you can do," He remembered Elena and Tseng's torture. He had no intention of ending up like that. "But...I'm not sure how the people of the castle will feel if you decided to torture a guy. They seem like a rightous bunch of people," He really hoped Kadaj cared about that enough to reconsider the pain option. "With something like beating me for information, they might decide you're a bad guy."

Sigh. Reno was just stalling, and Kadaj found that to be annoying. As for Reno's argument, it seemed rather weak in Kadaj's opinion. He didn't really care of the people of this castle decided he was a bad guy. What were they going to do about it, kill him? He'd already died once before; he had no fear of death. Kadaj thought about Lana and what she would think.

"All I want is to know who Father is!" Kadaj snapped, slamming his fist against the door. It was very frustrating trying to get information from this guy. He didn't want to resort to violence, but Reno was being so stubborn! "Stop stalling and TELL ME!"

If it wasn't for the fact that this guy could kill him easily, Reno probably would of laughed at how childish the guy acted. He sounded more like seven year old throwing a tantrum than anything else. Though if Reno didn't do something soon, he would end up seeing the less humourous side of this guy's temper.

It was then he came up with a idea. It was an absolutely insane idea and the chances of it working as very very low. But-- he had to try to something.

"Alright yo," he said stretching his arms and leaning forward in his chair. "I'll tell you," then he smirked. "But we do it on my terms."

"Your terms?" This ought to be good. And it sounded like a way for Kadaj to avoid using violence, which was also good. Kadaj crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the door. "What do you mean?" What other terms could there be other than Reno telling Kadaj what he wanted to know?

The idea was quickly forming into a plan in Reno's head. A completely insane one, but a plan. He reached over to the to grab the item he needed that was on his desk and held it up in front of him for the silver haired boy to see.

It was a pack of cards.

"Ever played poker, Kadaj?" he asked with his lips curling into a smile. Yep, this was his brillant plan to survive with his dignity intact. A horrible one, but he had no choice.

And what could he say? He was bored too.

He stared at the pack of cards Reno held in his hand. Then Kadaj stared at the redhead, his lips turning in a frown. What was he trying to do, distract Kadaj from what he wanted? Kadaj gave the Turk an impatient stare that read something like 'You've got to be kidding'. He was fairly sure he understood where Reno was going with this.

"You wish to play a game with me? And if I play, you will tell me about Father?"

He could see Kadaj's look of impatience. Well, at least he wasn't trying to stab him yet. Pulling out the cards from the box, he began to shuffle them casually in his hand trying his best to appear calm.

"Something like that," he said with a smirk. "You win a hand of poker? I'll tell you what you want to know," Yep, just the name. Reno sure wasn't going to give more information than he needed to. He had his pride as a turk to maintain. "If I win, you go away and don't pester me for a week. Sound fair?"

Kadaj thought over the terms. Poker... He searched his memory to see if he knew anything about this game. If he remembered correctly, there were different kinds of poker. If this was really the only way he could get what he wanted without hurting Reno, he would have to agree.

"I suppose if that's the best solution you can think of, I will agree." Of course he would just be back in a week if he lost.

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