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Day 44: breakfast
Yuffie had died.
No, really. Seriously. She had actually died. Bleeding all over the place, making a horrid, sticky mess and scaring the hell out of Suzaku; she remembered it clearly. Kind of. Sort of. Through the blood loss, the pain, and the visions. Through Aerith's voice whispering in her ear, Cloud's stricken eyes, and her own panic. As bad nights went, it had been Bad, capital B and all the trimmings, and oh, god. She sat, trembling on the edge of her bed, eyes closed and hands pressed hard over her racing heart. The by-play between Landel—Landel!—and Lydia barely even sunk in. There was nothing in the whole world, any world, that could prepare you for something like…
Had it all been some kind of hallucination?
Had she imagined the whole thing?
No… She didn't think so. Nightmarish or not, Yuffie knew reality. But if it had been real, how was she alive now? That kind of pain wasn't something you could just cook up, was it? She thought about it all the way to the cafeteria, drifting behind her nurse without focus or intent. Maybe if she tried to stay clinical, tried to step back… But she'd never been good at that when things got personal. And every time she closed her eyes or blinked, she swore that the scenes played back to her, like an overused commercial on a crappy channel on a crappy TV, in a run-down dump of an inn that smelled like mothballs and yesterday's breakfast.
The scent of blood and damp, rotted wood clogged her nose. Disgusted, Yuffie shoved her bowl of cereal—handed to her by a clucking Plucky—off to the side so that she could melt into her chair, palm heels scrubbing against her eyes. Too much. This was… Too much. She couldn't even paste a plastic smile on her face to make herself feel better. Her usual shield, the white noise of inane babble that could filter out almost any crisis, was in tatters all around her. Five minutes, she gave herself.
Five minutes (not) to think, five minutes to get her act together, because there was no way she could let herself shatter here. No way…
[Closed to Sheena]
No, really. Seriously. She had actually died. Bleeding all over the place, making a horrid, sticky mess and scaring the hell out of Suzaku; she remembered it clearly. Kind of. Sort of. Through the blood loss, the pain, and the visions. Through Aerith's voice whispering in her ear, Cloud's stricken eyes, and her own panic. As bad nights went, it had been Bad, capital B and all the trimmings, and oh, god. She sat, trembling on the edge of her bed, eyes closed and hands pressed hard over her racing heart. The by-play between Landel—Landel!—and Lydia barely even sunk in. There was nothing in the whole world, any world, that could prepare you for something like…
Had it all been some kind of hallucination?
Had she imagined the whole thing?
No… She didn't think so. Nightmarish or not, Yuffie knew reality. But if it had been real, how was she alive now? That kind of pain wasn't something you could just cook up, was it? She thought about it all the way to the cafeteria, drifting behind her nurse without focus or intent. Maybe if she tried to stay clinical, tried to step back… But she'd never been good at that when things got personal. And every time she closed her eyes or blinked, she swore that the scenes played back to her, like an overused commercial on a crappy channel on a crappy TV, in a run-down dump of an inn that smelled like mothballs and yesterday's breakfast.
The scent of blood and damp, rotted wood clogged her nose. Disgusted, Yuffie shoved her bowl of cereal—handed to her by a clucking Plucky—off to the side so that she could melt into her chair, palm heels scrubbing against her eyes. Too much. This was… Too much. She couldn't even paste a plastic smile on her face to make herself feel better. Her usual shield, the white noise of inane babble that could filter out almost any crisis, was in tatters all around her. Five minutes, she gave herself.
Five minutes (not) to think, five minutes to get her act together, because there was no way she could let herself shatter here. No way…
[Closed to Sheena]
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The intercom came on, interrupting his thoughts. Was that the head doctor? So he wasn't dead. Of course he wasn't. Weird things had been going on, maybe outside of Landel's control, but the man himself was still there somewhere. He sounded a bit out of it, though. Something had obviously happened, but Asch had no idea what that something really could be.
The nurse inevitably came, inevitably called him Luke, and inevitably led him to the cafeteria. The routing was predictable for now, and Asch decided to live with that. He wasn't sure he liked the choice of food, but the nurse put some stuff on his plate and he took it. Mostly, he just wanted to get away from her; she got on his nerves pretty good.
He sat down at a table and poked at his food before taking a bite. Could have been worse, that was for sure.
[For Skuld]
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She had no desire to get out of bed, but after some coaxing from her nurse, she went along. Not because of anything the woman said, but because she had things to do. Most importantly, talk to a few of the club leaders.
Problem was, she couldn't find any of them, since she only knew Hitsugaya... sighing, she took her tray and just sat down in the nearest open spot. Out of habit, she murmured, "Good morning."
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But you never knew who could be a potential ally in this place, and chances were that he could use allies besides just Zex. He wasn't sure about that Tanaka guy, and after what happened last night...
He had no idea if they were even alive.
The events of the previous nights rushed through his head as if a thick fog had cleared, and he tried hard to keep his features steady. He'd go straight to the board and try to find them after breakfast.
"...Morning," he somehow managed.
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Looking at the redhead, though, she realized she might be lucky to only have experienced as much as she had. "Um... rough night for you, too?" She figured she knew the feeling, but honestly, leaving her room as rarely as she did shielded her from going through all that much. Still, what little she did experience frightened her more than she wanted to admit.
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He himself hadn't been injured at all. Freaked out and not sure of what to do to help, but not at all injured. It was almost worse that way. He'd rather die than be helpless, and he could say that with certainty; he'd died once, after all.
He leveled his gaze at her, more because he needed a focal point than anything else. "So there were strange things going on all over, then, not just where I was...?"
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Ugh, she really needed to figure out what she was doing here. Maybe Hitsugaya could help, and if he couldn't she'd find Yuffie again.
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"You can make weapons?" he asked, a little abruptly.
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She really needed to make changes in the way she took commissions, but it shouldn't hurt anything to add another person to her list while she figured out what.
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"I'm Asch. I spoke to you on the bulletin about getting a sword made, actually, I just didn't know what you looked like."
He wondered if there was a way to ask about timeframe without being really rude. He wasn't generally one who cared about politeness, but he didn't want to piss off the person who was going to make him a sword, either.
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Still, it would be a while before she got to him, and there wasn't much she could do about that. "I don't usually move the list around unless people just want something small that I can do along with someone else's weapon. If you just ask for a short sword, then maybe."
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He knew it wasn't exactly Skuld's fault. She couldn't help how long it took, or whatever else. But he was still annoyed; he couldn't help that.
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She wondered how badly would it go over if she mentioned that she was starting to require people on her list to do their favors before she made them anything...
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He noticed the nurse coming and glared in her general direction. He was sick of feeling like he was constantly being followed by a babysitter or something. The whole thing was ridiculous.
"Hey, if there's any chance of progressing on that list of yours, let me know?" he asked, trying to sound hopeful. He wasn't very good at hopeful.
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She could tell he wasn't happy, but she wasn't either. At least he didn't dare snap at her for it.
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He hated waiting, but what choice did he have?
The nurse came and collected him to take him off to the showers. Luckily, she didn't call him Luke in front of anyone this time.