damned_institute | Night 43: F21-30 Hall

[in F22]

Falis was sitting on Senna's bed, her back to the wall with the shinigami laying against her, when the weird intercom thingie went off. She looked up at the little box for a moment before frowning. What the fuck had that been? Damnit! Where was Dominikov when she needed him to figure shit like this out for her?

A sharp pain ran through the hunter's left arm accompanied by a searing heat she recognized from the night before. It seemed peoples' fears were going to be true this night. Taking a peak at the flesh underneath her bandage, Falis grimaced seeing the decay return and it work its way up to her shoulder. At least it stopped there, but she wasn't sure it'd stay stopped all night long.

Her eyes slid back to the sleeping shinigami. Falis licked her lips. Damn, she looked and smelled... No. She was not going to do this. She was stronger that whatever fucked up zombie sickness. Senna was important to the hunter. She may be Falis' prey, but not prey like this. Resisting the hunger that lay in her stomach, she idly combed her finger through Senna's hair as she rest her head back against the wall and waited for people to show up or for the shinigami to wake.

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In a closed environment like this one, with no solidly established currents for information--'off the record' or otherwise--there'd always be flaws. Still, anything would be better than this; in Yuffie's eyes, this was careless beyond a joke. "As long as you know enough about your clients to be able to recognize them on and off the board, you can keep track of them. Getting a solid, reliable social network would help with that."

Riiiiiiiiip. One last yank and the task was almost complete; she set about twisting and folding the material, turning it from scrap to a workable, if kinda shoddy, belt. "If somebody you trust can vouch for them, that's half the work done already," she added. "Keeping a reliable third party in the room with you while you do the alchemy-whatevering wouldn't hurt, either. Neither would starting a policy of policy of payment up front. You've probably got enough rep built up that it wouldn't put people off."

Done! Yuffie bounced to her feet, collecting her various bits and pieces as she went. "Basic security measures like that do wonders," she said. "It's a bit more work, but it's better than risking a stab in the back, right?"

"Yeah..." Well, Skuld knew a few of... of the shinigami at least, and they ~~didn't seem too scary~~ should be trustworthy. She'd still probably have to ask some people besides them, which sounded a little tricky, but she would figure out something.

"And all I've been planning to ask is for people to help out other groups, which isn't too hard--not like having to track down specific supplies or anything." One night of helping out a group under someone's supervision, regardless of how things went (as long as they were honestly helpful to their teammates), in exchange for a weapon sounded like a good deal to her.

"You're right about it not bein' hard, but I'd still recommend getting 'em to do it first," Yuffie responded, the trails of her headband swinging along behind her as she went to prod Suzaku. "The team leader can report back to you, and that kills two birds with one stone." She paused halfway, twirling thoughtfully on one foot. "Which groups are you thinkin' of, exactly? D'you already have this all worked out with them?"

Honestly… Yuffie hadn't meant to hang around for this long, though she supposed that she did owe Skuld big time; the least she could do was troubleshoot a little, and make sure that the kid wasn't go face-planting anywhere again.

"Uh... well... no." Skuld would have liked to say yes, but... that would have been a flat-out lie. "I'll have to find out who's willing to get people sent with them." To start, she could at least get basic information about the groups here off the board, although she'd have to wait until morning for that... unless she could convince Yuffie to dash into the Sun Room long enough to grab a certain note.

...okay, bad idea. Anyway, it looked like Yuffie had somewhere to be, and Skuld shouldn't delay her any more than she already had been.

Oh.

W-Wait, hold on--

--Holy Leviathan, was this girl for real?

Not gonna facepalm, not gonna facepalm, not gonna facepalm. Not. Gonna. Facepalm. Yuffie tried--valiantly!--to choke back the exasperated groan bubbling up in her throat. And failed. Miserably. "Check the club roster in the morning. I can tell you now that the History Club are recruiting, and they're the most combat oriented of the lot; ask for Kaneyoshi or Homura on the board. The Information Network could use more experienced field agents, too, but you'd have to ask Lulu."

Ha, Lelouch'd probably be even more interested in snapping up Skuld and her ability for himself. Whatever.

"… Look, if you really need help with this, I'll see what I can do. As payment." She gave the sheathed wakizashi a waggle for emphasis. "But not tonight. Me n' Mr. Pratfall here have a date with the outside world, and we're running behind. Catch me on the board."

With one last grin and a "Thanks!" tossed over her shoulder, Yuffie made her exit, her arms full of Shiny and Suzaku in tow.

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