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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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He was impressed by Sech's injury, but it seemed more painful to him than Forte's were. Possibly because he'd been walking on it, while Forte was just sitting in this chair (it had definitely hurt when he tried to sit up in bed), or because his injury was fresh, while Forte had been... unconscious for several days before waking up. He didn't even know what his skin looked like under the bandages... certainly didn't want to know. But at the moment, without moving, it was just a dull throbbing that he could ignore if he didn't think about it.
Or maybe Sechs just couldn't handle the pain as well... but if he'd been able to kill his attacker, like Forte, that wasn't very likely.
Speaking of which... "Well, Depth Charge was there as well," he admitted, with a helping of false modesty. "It attacked me first, so I kept it busy and attacked when I could, while he got it from behind. It kept darting around, though, so it got me in the side," he pointed to the plentiful bandages on his torso, "I grabbed it and held it down while Depth Charge finished it off." Sure, it wasn't quite him killing it himself, but he was still pretty proud. And... he might not have actually attacked it himself, but the exact details once he was one the ground were hazy, at best (for example, he was pretty sure he was wrong about how his left hand had been injured, he certainly didn't stab himself, so he was remembering it wrong).
"Next time, I'll get a weapon first, so I have something to really block with besides this weak body."
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The Replica took note of the other robot's name. Depth Charge, eh? Sounds like a good name for a deadly fighter... "And you survived all that, huh?" Sechs spoke with a lightly impressed grin. "Creatures like that don't stand a chance when they're up against cyborgs, but in bodies like these they're... challenging." In a more life or death situation than in a fun way unfortunately...
Sechs nodded with a gruff 'hmph' of acknowledgment. Hearing that he wasn't the only one who struggled with the organic body he was put into helped Sechs feel a bit better. It didn't change the situation or get him back his Fizziroy body, but not being alone on the matter did take some of the edge off his frustration.
"Yeah, that chicken shit Landel took everything away from us." Sechs bitterly grumbled. "Everyone definitely needs to get some sort of weapon here. These bodies are too breakable... If I was still in my Fizziroy body last night, I wouldn't have this pain-in-the-ass injury right now." Sechs scowled at his leg before adding, "what I was stabbed with last night would have just bounced off then. It wouldn't have even left a scratch!" Even hollow-point bullets couldn't leave a mere dent in his head when he was still cyborg, a piece of glass would have simply shattered upon hitting his skin. "We gotta adapt to whatever this hell hole throws at us." Sechs added in a serious tone.
Dang... Finding another worthy opponent and all this talk of battles was making Sechs antsy for action! If only he could have some sort of fight right now! Maybe if he challenged Forte to an arm wrestle... Wait, both of their arms weren't in good shape... Oh, maybe a thumb-war? ...Nah. Staring contest? ...no. Crap, this sucked...
Picking up from where he had left of his breakfast, Sechs gave Forte a less hostile grin. "When we get outta here and return to our original forms, I wanna battle with ya and see if you really are the strongest fighting robot!" With a chunk of French toast stuck on his fork, Sechs pointed the utensil at Forte as he added, "in the mean time, when we get ourselves repaired - erm, I mean - healed or whatever, I'd be no more than happy to have a spar with ya! How does that sound?"
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"Yeah, that cat wouldn't be able to scratch my real body. I wouldn't have even let it get close. But I've had to fight without armor or a real weapon. It hurts, but... it's also fun like this."
Forte tried to stand at the challenge, on reflex, but winced and leaned back again. "Alright! I'm trying to get another prisoner to heal me, so don't get too relaxed just because I'm so torn up."
He also wanted to ask about Sechs's own powers and weaponry besides Mini-Sechs. Unfortunately, the announcement came on to signal the end of the shift, and he didn't get to decide where he was going next - they considered him a "child" to his aggravation. The nurse was already coming to fetch him. "You'll have to tell me about this 'Panzer Kunst' later."