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- ranulf,
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- scott pilgrim,
- sechs,
- senna,
- sheena,
- tenzen,
- the doctor,
- the flash,
- tifa,
- two-face,
- venom,
- xemnas,
- yue,
- yuffie,
- zack
Day 48: Courtyard
"I could tell you some stories," Yuffie suggested brightly, "of unquestionable legality." Illegality, that was. Petty little things like the law didn't usually mean very much to her, except for the times when she had to uphold it. Always fun for the breaking, though, the law, and messy for the clean-up. Just the way she liked it.
Her nurse looked like she wanted to rub her temples. With sandpaper. "No, thank you," she said instead. "Why don't you run along, now?" Please!, was the unspoken request. Before I spontaneously combust. Or commit various acts of violence that would have me arrested, or placed in a loony bin. Like this one. Yuffie had quite a bit of fun filling in the blanks other people left. Sometimes she did it outloud, just to see the reaction; sometimes she kept it to herself. It really, really depended.
"Don't mind if I do!"
She took off, bolting out into the Courtyard. The weather was dour, overcast and threatening rain, but Yuffie didn't care. She'd refused a coat on principle, and had found herself bargaining: Fine, fine, Plucky had conced she could go without a coat, but unless she had at least a sweatshirt on, there'd be no outside-time for her. She ran a little ways down the dirt path, then toppled herself into a series of cartwheels. Straighten, run. Cartwheel. Straighten, run, just for the sheer sake of movement, and the whip of the wind. She laughed a little giddily, checking her gait down to a jog. Gawd, Leviathan, she'd needed this. Right from the get-go, she'd needed this. Every day she spent cooped up in side, the more nervous energy she had.
Nanaki had helped, she realized. Sort of. He'd…helped. In a way. His presence and everything that was wrong with it weighed on her, for sure, but he was still Nanaki. He didn't deserve to be here, didn't deserve to be stuck in a body that he hated and couldn't use, but all the same, she found herself glad to have him.
Yuffie started to hum, as she jogged leisurely around the Courtyard. A cheery little tune, one of her favorites; no, it was her favorite. A Wutaian walking song, with the roughly translated title of Pathway After the Rain. The pace stayed even but the tune picked up, and she found herself half-singing snatches of the lyrics to herself. It felt like ages since she'd last said anything in her native tongue, at least outloud; she wrote in it all the time.
[The Doctor]
Her nurse looked like she wanted to rub her temples. With sandpaper. "No, thank you," she said instead. "Why don't you run along, now?" Please!, was the unspoken request. Before I spontaneously combust. Or commit various acts of violence that would have me arrested, or placed in a loony bin. Like this one. Yuffie had quite a bit of fun filling in the blanks other people left. Sometimes she did it outloud, just to see the reaction; sometimes she kept it to herself. It really, really depended.
"Don't mind if I do!"
She took off, bolting out into the Courtyard. The weather was dour, overcast and threatening rain, but Yuffie didn't care. She'd refused a coat on principle, and had found herself bargaining: Fine, fine, Plucky had conced she could go without a coat, but unless she had at least a sweatshirt on, there'd be no outside-time for her. She ran a little ways down the dirt path, then toppled herself into a series of cartwheels. Straighten, run. Cartwheel. Straighten, run, just for the sheer sake of movement, and the whip of the wind. She laughed a little giddily, checking her gait down to a jog. Gawd, Leviathan, she'd needed this. Right from the get-go, she'd needed this. Every day she spent cooped up in side, the more nervous energy she had.
Nanaki had helped, she realized. Sort of. He'd…helped. In a way. His presence and everything that was wrong with it weighed on her, for sure, but he was still Nanaki. He didn't deserve to be here, didn't deserve to be stuck in a body that he hated and couldn't use, but all the same, she found herself glad to have him.
Yuffie started to hum, as she jogged leisurely around the Courtyard. A cheery little tune, one of her favorites; no, it was her favorite. A Wutaian walking song, with the roughly translated title of Pathway After the Rain. The pace stayed even but the tune picked up, and she found herself half-singing snatches of the lyrics to herself. It felt like ages since she'd last said anything in her native tongue, at least outloud; she wrote in it all the time.
[The Doctor]
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Ugh, and what to say? She wasn't one to lie by any rate. "Wish I could say monster," the girl started. "But last night wasn't as easy as that." Senna glanced over to her. "I'm Senna."
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"Sorry. Didn't mean to pry. I'm Faith," she replied. "So is this pretty much all we do here? Kinda lounge around? 'Cause it's getting boring fast."
But the digs were nicer than the prison. Not as nice as Angel's bigass hotel, obviously, but that was different. Sometimes it seemed like Angel just pulled shit like that out of his ass. His car, too, for instance. 'Cause in her experience, saving people didn't pay that well.
She guessed two hundred years of moping had to pay off somehow.
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As for the other thing. "During the day? Yeah, I guess," she answered, glancing around the place. "They watch you pretty close. Get mad if you even start a food fight," she added, grinning. "You new here?"
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"No food fights. Got it."
Too lazy to keep on standing, she crouched down on top of the bench, arms hanging loosely off her knees. She let her eyes roam over the courtyard for a bit, idle. A run might be nice. She could sure as hell use one. Later or something, for sure. She felt coiled and restless.
She nodded and flashed a smile in return. "That's me, I'm the new girl. You're not gonna haze me, are you?"
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She shrugged with one shoulder. "Tell you the truth, I'd rather make sure you're not going to be hazed by everything else. You know about this place yet? What goes on here?" Though even the basic facts were beginning to be not enough. Who could warn about someone losing their memories and gaining others? Or losing time, to wake up and help to destroy someone else's existence. There was no way to warn against that. There was nothing she could say that would be enough.
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Well, didn't that sound like a sackful of ominous goodness. Not that Faith hadn't already pretty much figured out the gist of it from last night. The gist being, creepy shit: occurring now.
Whatever that might've been. Maybe this girl could tell her, put a face to stuff that was skulking about. The non-benign type of skulking. Faith could more than handle herself, but that didn't mean she enjoyed flying blind.
"Nope. Feel free to fill me in. I'm all ears."