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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 gazed up at Klavier, expression softening. A pleased amusement lingered beyond his eyes. "No, it isn't," said Nigredo, "but at least we know enough to create one." That was his secret hope anyway. Now that they've hashed out the plain and simple facts, the basement became a novelty. And one knew what they said about children and new things...
"Perhaps you would like to come along. We'll probably head there again tonight."
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Nigredo's offer somewhat surprised him, more due to the fact that despite what had happened, they actually expected to go down again. Frankly, Klavier really didn't like the idea of traveling with children to such a dangerous place, but if they were planning to go down anyway, they might as well have an adult there to watch out for them. Besides, he was very interested in seeing this other floor for himself.
That aside, one other factor made him hesitate. By 'we,' Nigredo was likely referring to all three brothers. Traveling with Nigredo and/or Rubedo seemed like a fine enough idea, but traveling with Albedo had the potential to be nerve-wrecking. His last encounter with the boy was still fresh in his mind, and it wasn't something he'd want repeated, let along in an environment where he'd rather be fully focused.
Then again, they weren't discussing traveling alone, but together as a group. If it were Nigredo, Rubedo, and he with Albedo, Klavier would be able to handle that. And likely, it would be better to have another person there in case Albedo decided to attack someone again, though he doubted that would happen. If the three traveled around last night and were willing to do so again tonight, then they had probably gone through with little difficulty. Relatively.
After that slight consideration, Klavier nodded his head with a slight smile. "I would. If you are all heading down there as is, an extra person would probably be best."
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At the very least, the boy could drag Klavier around for a night. He strangely found that prospect a little exciting. "Okay, I'll ask Rubedo and let you know over the bulletin," he answered in a light tone. "I would consider bringing a weapon, by the way. Just in case."
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