"You've run into special counselling patients before, right? Y'know, those ones that get all brainwashed up and sicced on any patient that wanders by their post?" By now, there's no way Zack wouldn't have. He wasn't the kind of guy who'd settle for hanging out in his room all night; he'd be right out there in the thick of things. And the thick of things was always the best place to find the crazies.
Yuffie laughed, just shortly, under her breath. "It was a while back now, but I was one of 'em. That's how I got my shuriken." Crackity-crack-crack went Mori's collarbone, somewhere in the back of her mind. She ignored it. "And those were the materia I had. All of 'em mastered, and I'm pretty they're all mine." Which was yet another big black mark on Landel's record. Her stuff was her stuff; nobody else had the right to mess with it!
"I don't know for sure where he keeps it all. It's gotta be somewhere, though, and I'm guessin' that the third floor is our best bet." She raked her fingers through her hair, frustrated that something so important was so close, but still just a pipe-dream. "We tried to break one of the outside windows to get up there once, but my shuriken just bounced right off. It didn't even leave a crack. The only ones who might know a way up are the History Club, and if they do, you bet they won't be sharing."
She kicked her legs back and forth underneath the table, shaking off the disquieting sense that, despite having been stuck in this dump for three weeks, she'd been making about as much progress as legless chocobo. "Weeeeeeell," she drawled. "I was gonna go snatch up all our patient files, but that ring, it's really too good an opportunity to miss out on. I was thinkin' about trying the outside again," because good things always happened when she got out over the walls, haha, not, "or maybe the basement. I've never gone that way before."
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Yuffie laughed, just shortly, under her breath. "It was a while back now, but I was one of 'em. That's how I got my shuriken." Crackity-crack-crack went Mori's collarbone, somewhere in the back of her mind. She ignored it. "And those were the materia I had. All of 'em mastered, and I'm pretty they're all mine." Which was yet another big black mark on Landel's record. Her stuff was her stuff; nobody else had the right to mess with it!
"I don't know for sure where he keeps it all. It's gotta be somewhere, though, and I'm guessin' that the third floor is our best bet." She raked her fingers through her hair, frustrated that something so important was so close, but still just a pipe-dream. "We tried to break one of the outside windows to get up there once, but my shuriken just bounced right off. It didn't even leave a crack. The only ones who might know a way up are the History Club, and if they do, you bet they won't be sharing."
She kicked her legs back and forth underneath the table, shaking off the disquieting sense that, despite having been stuck in this dump for three weeks, she'd been making about as much progress as legless chocobo. "Weeeeeeell," she drawled. "I was gonna go snatch up all our patient files, but that ring, it's really too good an opportunity to miss out on. I was thinkin' about trying the outside again," because good things always happened when she got out over the walls, haha, not, "or maybe the basement. I've never gone that way before."