Day 42, Afternoon: Morris Park

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With the early morning’s embarrassment out of the way, Depth Charge had decided to devote a chunk of the day to familiarising himself with Doyleton: its ins and outs, the stores, the street names. Anything that could prove useful if he ever managed to escape- that, and having something to keep his mind busy after the incident in the used car place. Not only had he looked stupid, he’d looked careless and stupid, and neither of those were looks he really wanted to go for.

Finally he drew his circuit of the town to a close in a run-down park just off of Kelley Street, and boy did it ever look like slag. There was something oddly refreshing about it after the squeaky-clean stroll he’d taken around Perfectville, and anyway, he could hear the sound of a stream in the distance. Good enough for him.

The paper bag he’d been given on the bus was starting to feel irritatingly heavy to him, so it didn’t take long to pick a bench and sit down to eat. Depth Charge opened it up. Ah-hah. There it was. His old adversary. The orange fruit.

What was it Mori had done? Peeled the top part away? With the care of a ‘bot picking the wires on a ticking bomb, he began to strip the outer layer off of the fruit. So far so good. At this rate he might even be able to eat the slagging thing... 

[What light through yonder window breaks? Tis the East, and Lugnut is the sun!]

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"Maybe I am, but I'm in a better position than you'll ever be," Yuffie snorted. She had allies. He didn't. Which on any scale that she could possibly think of, was a very good thing. Kadaj wasn't the kind of guy who needed a posse at his beck and call -- he also wasn't really the kind of guy that needed antagonizing, but Yuffie was getting into the groove now, and it was too late to turn back.

"And not only that," she continued, appearing totally blasé. His threats to sic Mommy on her didn't scare her in the slightest, she was sure; they'd beaten JENOVA before and they could do it again. Not that she was gonna let down her guard. That'd be a stupid, rookie mistake and she could already see murder in his eyes and body language. "I seem to remember you dissolving into sparkly green spaghetti after Cloud was through kicking your ass. Oh yeah, and didn't you know? We sent JENOVA packing, too, every single time she reared that fugly head of hers. You couldn't destroy me even if she was still around to save your ass."

[silvervestige.livejournal.com]

In any other circumstance, toying with her would've been something he enjoyed. Taking everything she cared about and dangling it like meat on a hook-- she'd beaten him to that much. Of course, what Kadaj did know was that Mother could never be defeated by the likes of them. Traitors, that was what they were. Every word chipped away slowly at his already limited supply of restraint, but that was one thought she couldn't touch.

"You're lying." He took the last line as a challenge, not answering to the blatant insults-- not in words, anyway. Actions were always more effective. She didn't think he could destroy her, she didn't think Mother could destroy her, so what better to show her how wrong she was than to do it right here.

Weaker or not, it wasn't too hard for Kadaj to make use of the distance he'd closed. He grabbed for her wrist with one hand, trying to twist it as painfully as possible while he used the side of his other arm to shove her against a nearby tree. It was too bad he didn't have Souba with him, but who knew? Maybe teaching Brother's friend a lesson would still be fun.

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"You're delusional." This was winding him up, she could see it. Like a string around a spinning top, except this spinning top was sharp and shiny and dangerous, and not in a good way. Yuffie smirked, smug as can be -- and then she moved.

You didn't live long as a ninja if you couldn't read your opponent. It was vital, almost as important as having a heartbeat or breathing. You also didn't live long if you didn't have the speed to react to what you read; luckily for Yuffie, she had speed by the bucket load.

She couldn't let him herd her; couldn't let him keep her trapped. His fingers closed around her wrist, but she disengaged the lock before he could get a firm hold, trying to reverse it so that she had a hold on him. She didn't try to hold the lock, though, instead following the momentum he was giving her and trying to use it as a weapon; Yuffie used the tree as a springboard to launch her counterattack-- a harsh kick aimed at Kadaj's face, coupled with a spin that would take her away from the tree and--hopefully--out of immediate range. If he wanted to get at her, he was gonna have to work for it!