Kurogane was very much not the creative type, so naturally the nurse didn't care for his protests of having an "Arts and Crafts" time and forced him into the room
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Okay, so. On a scale of one to weird, that had been... hella confusing.
Yuffie'd been feeling a little tired after breakfast, so she'd taken a quick nap. Just a teeny tiny one. Only, it seemed like her internal alarm clock had commited ritual suicide; somehow, without meaning to, she'd slept through nearly the entire day.
She'd had just enough time to tack up a quick message to the Hair Brigade (they really did have epic hair, didn't they? Not quite on Cloud's level, but they got points for effort!), before her nurse had ushered her along to the Arts and Crafts room. Not that she'd needed much ushering; she wasn't much of an artist, but making a mess would be fun!
Humming a nonsense tune under her breath, Yuffie gathered a bunch of materials, plopped herself down in a chair, and got to work. She had a ninjalicious sign to make.
Sheena had been rather happy to slip away from her company at lunch, though she was a bit annoyed to find Yukari heading to the same room she was. Well, let's see if that damned woman would be stupid enough to deal with two ninja; she was supposed to be meeting with Yuffie at the next Arts & Crafts day anyways. They had a sign to make for when they destroyed this damn ranch.
Picking up some cardboard, glitter, glue and some markers, Sheena looked around. Her ninja senses must have been tingling since she found who she assumed was Yuffie fairly quickly. She set her stuff down next to the other ninja and sat.
"Yo, Mizuho." Yuffie looked up with a grin, twirling a marker between her fingers.
Putting the name to the face wasn't exactly difficult; they'd never seen each other before, but the boobs. Oh Gawd, the boobs. Well, and the hair... but mostly, it was the boobs that had given the other ninja away. Luckily, Yuffie was used to other people and their... assits - with friends like Tifa, you learned damn quick not to stare. Or comment.
"How'd you know I was me?" She asked after a beat, cocking her head to the side. Tongue between her teeth, she looked back at the piece of card in front of her and sketched a few roses and flower petals as a border. "Were you attracted by my awesometastic ninja aura?"
"Mhmm. Super special ninja senses started tingling," Sheena replied. "Besides, there's no one else in the room that looks like they could be you."
She grinned and started cutting out letters that spelled Mizuho and Wutai out of the cardboard for their sign. "So what colors do we want to make this thing?"
Yuffie's grin brightened. "Excellent," she said, cheerily. "At least you can recognize my brilliance."
Despite the squabble they'd had on the bulletin board when they'd first met, she felt an odd sort of rapport with her fellow ninja. They were both young, kickass, and not all about woe-fail and gloom-sauce. Obviously, Mizuho was no way as great as Wutai, but... it was close enough.
"Well, my favourite colour is green." She added a few shuriken designs amongst the flowers. "What's yours?"
"Takes one to know one," Sheena replied with her own grin.
She wondered what it would have been like growing up in Mizuho, learning the arts, with another girl. Sure, her and Kuchinawa had gotten into a lot of trouble, Orochi having to come bail them out more than either cared to admit, but it couldn't have been the same. Kuchinawa was a guy and there was always that point where, no matter who they were, guys and girls just had their differences.
"Purple." Sheena grabbed the markers, one green and on purple, that start coloring in the letters she had cut out. The green was obviously for Wutai and the purple for Mizuho. It made her miss her yayoi, to be honest.
Somebody sure had a healthy ego! Yuffie could appreciate that, and as the greatest ninja that Wutai had ever produced, she could be a pretty good judge of talent when she wanted to be... Still, seeing was believing, right? One of these days, she'd definitely have to ask her fellow ninja for a match, just to see who'd come out on top. Naturally, Yuffie was pretty convinced that it'd be her.
"We should start our own club," she suggested. "For asskicking ninja girls."
There seemed to be more and more turning up by the day! Or at least, that was what Yuffie was assuming - she didn't always throw in her own two gil, but she did read a big chunk of the posts on the bulletin board. It wasn't worrying, though; even if there was a little extra competition, Yuffie was sure that he talents would remain the most unique and powerful of them all.
Snatching a marker pen, she began to ink the flowers and the shurikens. "Did you go to that Crossdressing Club meeting?"
"There's only, um, four... no five of us," Sheena replied. "And one won't come out of the woodwork. Anyways, it'd be pretty boring for the others having to watch the two of us show them up all the time, you know?"
The ninja then rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I did. I ended up getting pounced on by a really aggravating woman with no concept of personal space and this... obsession with games. She's convinced this place is one big game."
“Huh?” It took Yuffie a moment, but then it clicked. “Oh, that anonymous person who asked about us on my bulletin post?”
It was a bit of a longshot, but that was all part of who she was. Guessing, jumping to conclusions, making stuff up and hoping for the best… Besides, Yuffie couldn’t think of any other good reason would somebody ask about ‘kunoichi’ like that. Unless Anonymous really had been just curious. But hey, where was the fun in that?
She swung her legs beneath her chair, her smile turning smug. “Dunno about you, Mizuho, but I like showin’ off.” It was another one of her many talents, after all.
Her smile faded to something bordering on a pout at Sheena’s next words, but it was brief; she‘d been hoping to hear something… Well, something that wasn‘t that. After a moment, the pout gave way to a roll of the eyes and a raised brow. “Damn,” she whistled, leaning back in her chair. “Was she serious? Like really serious? I mean, I’m all for letting this place know that it can’t stop us from having fun, but
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"Nothing wrong with showing off, but the tell me eventually everyone else gets tired of not being as awesome," Sheena said with a shrug.
"And yeah, she really was serious. She also hadn't even introduce herself before she grabbed me and dragged me over to the center of the club meeting." Sheena bristled. "She's just lucky I don't like being sedated or she would've gotten a nice Mizuho boot to the head."
She shook her head. "Anyways, the cross-dressing club seems to be focused first on getting dresses and stuff from the patient's possessions room then making jewelry and stuff using the things in here."
Something suddenly dawned on her and, without warning, Sheena changed the subject. "So, what's the dirt on this really tall bald guy with an obsession with sunglasses and a horrible name? He's fun to tease, but he's also a lying sack of shit sometimes - called you a dirty traitor."
“Hm,” Yuffie glanced at the ceiling thoughtfully, resting her elbows on the table. She wished she’d been able to attend the meeting herself, but… Yeah; She was a multi-talented extraordinaire, but sleepwalking was not on her list of kickass skills and abilities. “So are they only putting boys who volunteer in dresses, or are they gonna make things more fun?”
Probably not. She’d just been about to comment on it further, when Mizuho suddenly changed the subject. “Wait, what? Tall guy, bald… y’mean Rude?”
He’d been spreading rumours about her? Calling her a traitor? How dare he! “Gawd!” She hissed. “And here I thought that the Turks weren’t gonna be so bad to deal with…” Leaning back in her chair, Yuffie folded one arm over her chest - the other arm was busy making frustrated gesticulations as she spoke. “He’s one to talk - he’s done all sorts of crap; you name it, he’s probably done it.”
"Yeah, well, I told him flat out he was full of shit for saying that about you, since you obviously aren't a traitor to your people." Sheena hmphed. "Otherwise you wouldn't be using the Wutai name." Rude hadn't a clue about ninja as far as Sheena was concerned.
Yuffie'd been feeling a little tired after breakfast, so she'd taken a quick nap. Just a teeny tiny one. Only, it seemed like her internal alarm clock had commited ritual suicide; somehow, without meaning to, she'd slept through nearly the entire day.
She'd had just enough time to tack up a quick message to the Hair Brigade (they really did have epic hair, didn't they? Not quite on Cloud's level, but they got points for effort!), before her nurse had ushered her along to the Arts and Crafts room. Not that she'd needed much ushering; she wasn't much of an artist, but making a mess would be fun!
Humming a nonsense tune under her breath, Yuffie gathered a bunch of materials, plopped herself down in a chair, and got to work. She had a ninjalicious sign to make.
[For Sheena!]
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Picking up some cardboard, glitter, glue and some markers, Sheena looked around. Her ninja senses must have been tingling since she found who she assumed was Yuffie fairly quickly. She set her stuff down next to the other ninja and sat.
"Sup, Wutai."
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Putting the name to the face wasn't exactly difficult; they'd never seen each other before, but the boobs. Oh Gawd, the boobs. Well, and the hair... but mostly, it was the boobs that had given the other ninja away. Luckily, Yuffie was used to other people and their... assits - with friends like Tifa, you learned damn quick not to stare. Or comment.
"How'd you know I was me?" She asked after a beat, cocking her head to the side. Tongue between her teeth, she looked back at the piece of card in front of her and sketched a few roses and flower petals as a border. "Were you attracted by my awesometastic ninja aura?"
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She grinned and started cutting out letters that spelled Mizuho and Wutai out of the cardboard for their sign. "So what colors do we want to make this thing?"
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Despite the squabble they'd had on the bulletin board when they'd first met, she felt an odd sort of rapport with her fellow ninja. They were both young, kickass, and not all about woe-fail and gloom-sauce. Obviously, Mizuho was no way as great as Wutai, but... it was close enough.
"Well, my favourite colour is green." She added a few shuriken designs amongst the flowers. "What's yours?"
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She wondered what it would have been like growing up in Mizuho, learning the arts, with another girl. Sure, her and Kuchinawa had gotten into a lot of trouble, Orochi having to come bail them out more than either cared to admit, but it couldn't have been the same. Kuchinawa was a guy and there was always that point where, no matter who they were, guys and girls just had their differences.
"Purple." Sheena grabbed the markers, one green and on purple, that start coloring in the letters she had cut out. The green was obviously for Wutai and the purple for Mizuho. It made her miss her yayoi, to be honest.
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Somebody sure had a healthy ego! Yuffie could appreciate that, and as the greatest ninja that Wutai had ever produced, she could be a pretty good judge of talent when she wanted to be... Still, seeing was believing, right? One of these days, she'd definitely have to ask her fellow ninja for a match, just to see who'd come out on top. Naturally, Yuffie was pretty convinced that it'd be her.
"We should start our own club," she suggested. "For asskicking ninja girls."
There seemed to be more and more turning up by the day! Or at least, that was what Yuffie was assuming - she didn't always throw in her own two gil, but she did read a big chunk of the posts on the bulletin board. It wasn't worrying, though; even if there was a little extra competition, Yuffie was sure that he talents would remain the most unique and powerful of them all.
Snatching a marker pen, she began to ink the flowers and the shurikens. "Did you go to that Crossdressing Club meeting?"
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The ninja then rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I did. I ended up getting pounced on by a really aggravating woman with no concept of personal space and this... obsession with games. She's convinced this place is one big game."
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It was a bit of a longshot, but that was all part of who she was. Guessing, jumping to conclusions, making stuff up and hoping for the best… Besides, Yuffie couldn’t think of any other good reason would somebody ask about ‘kunoichi’ like that. Unless Anonymous really had been just curious. But hey, where was the fun in that?
She swung her legs beneath her chair, her smile turning smug. “Dunno about you, Mizuho, but I like showin’ off.” It was another one of her many talents, after all.
Her smile faded to something bordering on a pout at Sheena’s next words, but it was brief; she‘d been hoping to hear something… Well, something that wasn‘t that. After a moment, the pout gave way to a roll of the eyes and a raised brow. “Damn,” she whistled, leaning back in her chair. “Was she serious? Like really serious? I mean, I’m all for letting this place know that it can’t stop us from having fun, but ( ... )
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"And yeah, she really was serious. She also hadn't even introduce herself before she grabbed me and dragged me over to the center of the club meeting." Sheena bristled. "She's just lucky I don't like being sedated or she would've gotten a nice Mizuho boot to the head."
She shook her head. "Anyways, the cross-dressing club seems to be focused first on getting dresses and stuff from the patient's possessions room then making jewelry and stuff using the things in here."
Something suddenly dawned on her and, without warning, Sheena changed the subject. "So, what's the dirt on this really tall bald guy with an obsession with sunglasses and a horrible name? He's fun to tease, but he's also a lying sack of shit sometimes - called you a dirty traitor."
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Probably not. She’d just been about to comment on it further, when Mizuho suddenly changed the subject. “Wait, what? Tall guy, bald… y’mean Rude?”
He’d been spreading rumours about her? Calling her a traitor? How dare he! “Gawd!” She hissed. “And here I thought that the Turks weren’t gonna be so bad to deal with…” Leaning back in her chair, Yuffie folded one arm over her chest - the other arm was busy making frustrated gesticulations as she spoke. “He’s one to talk - he’s done all sorts of crap; you name it, he’s probably done it.”
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"What's this Turk thing you're talking about?"
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