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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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After finishing his eggs, the Remnant asked, "DigiGnomes, what are those?"
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"They're these little flying, glowing guys that just make squeaky noises an' can make random stuff happen whenever they want." Except for digivolving, or at least probably, 'cause that was what Calumon did.
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"Neat," The Remnant tried to picture them, and ended up thinking of them as something like glowing, magic birds. "Don't think we have anything like that in my world."
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"I think they're only in th' Digital World, but the lil guys can be sneaky."
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"Kinda wish I could see one," The Remnant said. "They sound neat." Plus, he was also curious as to what they were like.
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"Well, ya never know where they turn up next, so maybe you could. ...I'd draw one, but 'm not good at that."
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"I hope so. And you don't have to draw me one. Maybe I'll know one if I see one." After all, how many kinds of glowing, flying, magic creatures were there out there?
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"Yeah, there's not much like 'em." Well, there were plenty of little flying guys, but none of them really looked like DigiGnomes.
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"I'll know it when I see one then," Loz repeated, confirming it to himself. Plus, if those things could apparently 'make things happen', then maybe he could get one to bring his brothers and Mother back to him.
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Still, the way Beelzemon spoke, it sounded like he'd regretted it. It also sounded like that Leomon guy hadn't really been playing with him. Loz didn't like the sound of that. It just didn't sound fair. Killing only came after winning, and only if Loz didn't like them.
When Beelzemon finished, Loz said, "Well, that's over now, isn't it? You're not out of control and killing people now."
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"An' I finally set things right with my Tamers, so it'll prolly never happen again." He hoped it didn't. If it did, then he wasn't worth saving again.
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"You must really like your Tamers, huh?" Maybe they were to Beelzemon what Kadaj and Yazoo were to Loz.
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"They're good kids. Used ta fight a lot, but they realized that was why I ran away, so they promised not to ever again." He missed those two, but he hadn't been expecting to ever see them again anyway, with what had happened right before he came here.
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"Yeah, I know I'd hate it if my brothers fought all the time," He sighed. "Although, Yazoo and I fight sometimes."
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