Oct 01, 2010 09:13
[from here]It was a race. A fight against patience and a Song's call. Still, the sedation's dredges churned through him. Two close at hand had a potent effect--much like the night that they were left in that town, and the morning after. Rubedo had came then. Came for them like something out of place, and wasn't that so ironic afterwards--when
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Time to draw a great big skeletal horse, a brute, and a pack of the fugliest dogs this side of ever.
Putting pencil to paper (plain; she'd convinced her nurse that, no, really, letting her go back to her room to rummage was a great idea! She'd even walk, not cartwheel, okay? Okay!), Yuffie started sketching. And sketching. And sketching. Man, how boring… She'd rather be back in the sun room, playing 'anything you can do I can do better' with Kaito.
… No!
She was behind already; this was supposed to be done for tonight. And she still had some translation work to do, too. Her notebook sat open in front of her, opened to a double-page spread of Wutaian writing (and totally unrelated doodles)-she was halfway through it already, and she could only hope that the rest wouldn't take too long. She'd been the one to write it in the first place, after all ( ... )
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Dean rounded the table from where he'd come up behind Yuffie and while he wasn't exactly Michelangelo himself, he could at least tell the difference between a crappy stick figure and a decent drawing. That right there was a pretty decent sketch of some kind of freaky looking horse thing, and it wasn't one of those freaky looks like she just couldn't draw. Whatever she was drawing, the thing was an ugly mother in the first place. He would've said it was a kelpie, except kelpies didn't have their own riders like that - would've been hard to lure in another dumb schmuck for a ride if that seat was already taken, for starters, and two, somehow he doubted have some ugly sonuvabitch there was going to make someone suddenly want to jump on ( ... )
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It was Dean, looking the healthiest and most whole she'd ever seen him. Just a couple of bruises here and there, a quick, casual glance told her; and he wasn't moving stiffly enough to suggest other, less obvious injuries. Either he'd been playing it safe these past few nights, or he'd gotten lucky.
"Hi," she said. Then, with the beginning of a gleaming grin, added, "Sure could. Bet some sucker'd actually pay for it, too."
She tapped her pencil against the sketch. There were still bits and pieces missing; the rot on the two huge hounds, and a miscellaneous detail or two on the seven-foot-tall monster man. He hadn't been armed, she remembered, 'cept for the horn… After double-checking that against her notes, she drew it in.
"Yeah, I wish it'd been my imagination. First night out, over the walls, super foggy - bam." Her grin faded into exasperation. "These guys came chargin' out of the woods. ( ... )
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So basically provided they could get over the walls and get a decent ride (decent as in anything that'd run in the first place), there was a good chance there was those things out there. Usually he'd say "screw it" and put the pedal to the metal but he'd learned the hard way that a lot of the supernatural crap out there could and would run down a car.
Chewing absently on a bite of his taco, Dean tilted his head so he could get a better look at Yuffie's drawing. At least it was one of those monsters that was nice enough to give you some kind of warning before they tried their damnedest to maul you or try to take a bit outta you or...whatever they felt like doing. Honestly, it hadn't exactly been his job to get into their shoes aside from figuring out where these things were likely to be holed up and how to hunt 'em down. Getting all philospher about it wasn't exactly his thing ( ... )
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… Sometimes.
"Protip," she added, gesturing at the sketch with her pencil, "skeleponies don't make for a fun ride ( ... )
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Drawing, huh. He winced internally when Dean waved at the sketch with his food, half-expecting Dean to send ground beef flying into Yuffie's face. Probably an unfounded fear, but with Dean? There were always...possibilities. Way, way too many possibilities.
"Uh." Sam edged his tray aside and leaned forward to get a better look at the picture. If he hadn't known better, he'd have said it was nothing worth noting. You know, stuff you found on posters or the album covers of various heavy metal bands. Because seriously, a skeletal horse? With hounds on its heels? He'd seen a lot of crap. The supernatural never looked that stereotypical ( ... )
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It sounded like he was quoting-something. Yuffie didn't know what. It reminded her a little of Odin, the death Summon, but… no way. It couldn't be, could it? Skelepony was missing a set of legs, the dude was missing the sword, and Odin didn't lead packs of mangy mutts to do his attacking for him.
Sam tossed out something about projections and fears and revelations next, and that earned him a blink. What did 'revelations' have to do with any of this? "I've seen some pretty damn real illusions before," Yuffie said, shrugging off her confusion, "but… um, no. Almost definitely real." Almost, because with Landel, who the hell really could tell what was real and what wasn't? He never liked to give 'em an easy ride, that was for sure.
"And-haha, ha, no." The laugh had been humorless, and Yuffie's expression shuttered briefly. "Wouldn't put it past Landel to keep something like that around, but this-for me? Nah. If that was the case, it would've chosen…" She shook her head, ( ... )
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Nerd had a point though. Dean didn't consider himself a Bible-thumping angel humper but c'mon, even he knew some of the lore in the Bible sometimes got it right about what was really out there - keep taking potshots in the dark and sooner or later you were bound to get in a lucky hit, just like every other source out there. It was just a matter of looking past all the skewed stuff. Make that really skewed. There was a reason - fine, a couple of reasons - he didn't much bother with the Bible and one of 'em was it was more hellbent on getting the good Word out instead of focusing on what really mattered, like how many demons in it were real and how many were just some ancient LSD trip. Dean gave Yuffie a dude, I gotta live with this kid grin and polished off his taco, picking a chunk of cheese that'd fallen onto his plate and popping it into his mouth ( ... )
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She pushed the sketch and her notebook off to one side, finally giving in to the hunger pangs that had been plaguing her since breakfast. "Back towards the Institute-ran that way, it let off." Yuffie took a bite of the, um, burrito, right? Something like that. It was kinda weird, but not hella bad weird, so she chewed, swallowed, and ate a little more.
It wasn't long before her food was half gone. Yuffie'd always had a high metabolism; high enough that she could eat five courses plus dessert without gaining a pound. All the meal skipping she'd been doing in Landel's… It was a pain either way she looked at it. What was wrong with regular snacking? All these heavy meals, day in, day out, always at the same time, in the same place-they were doing it just to be jerks, Yuffie was sure.
"No real way to tell yet, though," she added. "Far as I know-and yeah, I've looked into it-we're the only ones who've seen it so far. And by 'we' I mean 'me', since my friend got released not long afterwards."
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