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Nightshift 52: M61-M70 Hallway

Oct 12, 2010 18:20

[from here]She remembered the last time she'd been down this way. With Yukari in tow, she'd headed over to Mori's room to exchange a closet rod for her shuriken. Okita'd popped out of his own room-man, she hadn't expected that ( Read more... )

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M63 notachick October 13 2010, 05:44:43 UTC

The dinner had gone by too fast. He'd had so much to work out and so much to do that by the time he'd finished and had enough attention to devote to his roommate, the intercom had gone off and cut their evening short. It was times like these that Okita regretted the most. Guy had seemed particularly quiet and troubled when Okita had returned to the room and he'd meant to ask after him, but now his roommate had gone and there was little chance of talking again until the next night ( ... )

Re: M63 thatdamnedninja October 13 2010, 12:57:52 UTC

This guy was such a trap.

Almost always smiling and polite, 'til he stabs you in the face. Or, hell. Always smiling and polite even while he stabs you in the face? Yuffie wasn't too sure; it wasn't like she'd gotten a real close look the last time she'd seen him fight, thanks to Sagara.

"Sure," she said, anyway. If Okita wanted to go all Captain Psychopants on her, he could do it any time this nightshift-and Yuffie was plenty confident in her ability to kick his ass right back. But, if they were gonna be working together… Gotta start trust somewhere, right? She could be alert without being paranoid.

She followed him into the small room, noting idly that it was otherwise unoccupied. Whoever it was had moved out fast. "I brought the notes. You can keep all the written ones, if you want, but there's a couple of sketches, too-I'll need those back." A lightning quick gesture of her spare hand produced her research, apparently out of nowhere. She thumbed the pages quickly to count them, before holding them out.

Re: M63 notachick October 13 2010, 15:14:38 UTC

Yuffie followed him in and Okita set his sword on the bed. They had a few moments and he needed to ask Yuffie for a favor - perhaps one she would not go along with. For now, however, it was important to see the fruits of her research, the reason she had come all this way to him in the first place ( ... )

Re: M63 thatdamnedninja October 15 2010, 12:18:12 UTC

Nice to know that at least somebody didn't disapprove of Yuffie's way of writing reports. She could remember Lelouch's eyebrow quirking disdainfully, and even Reeve had been known to sigh into his coffee. Seriously, why not brighten things up a little? Most of the news was seriously depressing, anyway; treating it with the respect and the attention it deserved shouldn't automatically make a few doodles and a bit of glitter a bad thing ( ... )

Re: M63 notachick October 17 2010, 10:55:10 UTC

Okita laughed and put the notebook away, closing the drawer gently. "I wouldn't dream of inconveniencing you by keeping it too long." Besides that, he had no idea what sort of 'interest' Yuffie would charge. There was no money here, nothing of real interest he could give her either. Unless... There was the candy, wasn't there? He still had a certain amount of it left and she had expressed interest in it before. Perhaps that could be his 'payment' should he keep her notes too long. He didn't think it would come to that, but it was a good thing to keep in mind ( ... )

Re: M63 thatdamnedninja October 17 2010, 23:59:36 UTC

Yuffie set her shuriken to lean against the wall, before hopping and twirling over to join Okita. The long trails of her headband whipped lightly with the movement. It was always nice, after a long day in sucky gray scrubs, to be wearing her own clothes again. Socks and boots beat slippers, shorts beat everything, and hell, even her underwear and accessories were better. How many times had she gone without her headband, back on Gaia? Not often. And now, the feeling of it was almost like a luxury.

… Man. This place made her think way too much.

Instead of trying to peer over Okita's shoulder, Yuffie shifted herself to the side. "Nice," she laughed, as soon as she caught sight of the map. Color, glitter, and doodles? Not bad; not bad at all. Looked like somebody shared her sense of style ( ... )

Re: M63 notachick October 18 2010, 00:24:54 UTC

He laughed a bit when Yuffie commented on his map, glad to see she approved of his decorative skill. None of his other superiors had ever been quite so appreciative. Least of all Homura after Okita and Nataku had managed to dump glitter in his hair. The laugh turned into a somewhat nostalgic smile and he closed the map, putting it away now that the objectives had been given. "Yes, I will tell you both what we are doing when we meet her ( ... )

Re: M63 thatdamnedninja October 20 2010, 00:42:13 UTC

"A covert operation and bright light," Yuffie commented, "is the best combination ever."

… Right. That was about as true as old man Godo not being the secretive chairman of the local Goldfish Appreciation Society.

Still, the young ninja flashed a cheery, devil-may-care grin. This set-up could-and probably would-be troublesome, but they had a job to do, and there was no point in getting put off before they'd even gotten started. "You too, you too. See ya in a sec."

Without another word, she set off at a fleet-footed jog.

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Re: M63 notachick October 20 2010, 22:19:24 UTC

"Isn't it, just?" he responded, bright as ever. Yuffie was making the best of this, so he needed to do the same. At the very least, he wouldn't need the light stick tonight, which was something of a blessing. He was always afraid of breaking that thing, especially since it made for such a convenient bludgeoning weapon. He set the thing down on his desk and waved to Yuffie as she headed out. "See you soon."

As soon as she was gone, Okita lowered his hand and closed his eyes. One stop down. Now he just needed to get to Homura's room and hope that the demi-god's things were still there. Turning to the desk, he packed the pillowcase bag into the lapels of his kimono, adjusted his haori and headed out the door.

The small blessing for this journey was that he had a very short distance to go. The curse was that it meant he'd need to face the emptiness all that much sooner.

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Re: M63 thatdamnedninja November 6 2010, 03:29:10 UTC

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"… a shining beacon amidst the… no, wait, amidst isn't- ahem, a shining beacon that pierces the veil of enshrouding darkness! An all-encompassing ebullience that buoy… ew, no, that's-I don't wanna think about those. Who the hell thought ships were a good idea, anyway? Stupid rotten rust buckets… Rotten, revilable-ha, that is so a word-retarded, rubbish rust buckets. They should all just sink; save me the trouble of will you please stop being creepy before I punch you, I don't care if you're just a shadow."

Yuffie took a deep breath to continue her rant, before realizing with a start just how far she'd come. Somehow, she'd managed to get all the way to Okita's room. Hadn't she just been trotting along the hallway back down near… Well, well, that was fine. It was just peachy! It saved her the boredom of trekking all that way while actually paying attention, which was, in her opinion, a fate worse than three cat litter trays and a half bucket full of extra strength bleach. In a small house. In a small house with one room, a ( ... )

Re: M63 notachick November 12 2010, 11:51:15 UTC

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With the pillowcase filled up in his arms, Okita jogged his way back. He wanted to run, but he could feel that little problem of his aching to put him out of commission so he had to take it easy. Which was unfortunate because as he drew close to his room, he realized he was the last to arrive. "Ah! Yuffie-san, I apologize for being late."

Not that he didn't have a reason. He'd been securing them a healer besides her, to help reduce some of the strain. And he'd been able to get Homura's things without much trouble. It just so happened that he couldn't run back as fast as he wanted. Even now he felt a bit winded and, although he tried to hide it, he was going to need the few moments it would take to hide the things they'd gained in order to return to normal.

With a smile, Okita motioned to the door and came to a stop in front of her. "Thank you for waiting. Shall we put these things away and get going?"

Re: M63 thatdamnedninja November 12 2010, 14:29:31 UTC

By the time Okita returned, Yuffie had progressed from counting cracks on the opposite wall to making shadow puppets with her fingers in the flickering light. The creep-factor hiked up by a gabillion when she realized that said shadows were taking lives of their own, and occasionally growing tentacles. Chocobos really weren't supposed to have tentacles.

"You sure took your time," she complained dramatically, dragging her gaze away from the grotesque patches of black. She half turned, nudging her shuriken out of the way, and swung the door open for him. "I thought I was gonna fossilize. That's no fate for a girl like me."

He looked winded, too, but Yuffie chose not to comment on that. "How'd it go? Anything fun? Anything interesting? I met a kid with cat ears who pouted at me for stealing bedding, but he didn't throw anything at me. But, anyway-I'm all for going. Going's cool." Going would make it easier to concentrate, she hoped, on things that weren't spooky enough to put the old Shinra Manor to shame. It was enough to make even ( ... )

Re: M63 notachick November 17 2010, 06:56:12 UTC

"Certainly not a fate for you at all," he agreed, opening the door and heading inside. "But I definitely have some good news."

Although it might not measure up to meeting a kid with cat ears. How was that even possible? Okita paused and looked back at Yuffie for a moment, tilting his head curiously as he thought over that little tidbit. He'd heard of people saying they weren't human before coming here, but he'd never heard of something like that. How weird.

Dropping to his knees, the swordsman pushed his find under his bed as far as it would go into the back corner. Homura's sword was not for giving away yet. Not until he knew better who to trust and what to do with the people he had under him. He had promised Yomi a weapon, but there had been no promise as to what sort of weapon. And he distinctly remembered Nataku having a machete of sorts ( ... )

Re: M63 thatdamnedninja November 20 2010, 01:48:24 UTC

"Another healer? … Whew." Yuffie followed Okita into the room, and, after a moment of hesitation, sank into a crouch on the floor to empty her pillowcase. She set out the items carefully, leaving her own shuriken laying flat behind her. "Can't remember how much I've told you about my ability before, but awesome as I am, I gotta admit: it's really more suited to, y'know…" There was a soft jingle and jangle, and a rustle of cloth, as she extracted the keys and scalpels. "… the battlefield, or close to it. The bigger the pinch I'm in, or have been in, the easier it is to use ( ... )

Re: M63 notachick November 21 2010, 13:05:12 UTC

"Yes, a surprising number of them are hiding around the Institute." It was like hitting in a gambling ring in order to find one. Lately, more and more people had become silent about their abilities, either due to the bulletin censorship or the general atmosphere of the Institute. He wasn't sure which, but it certainly made recruiting a little more difficult. "It's something like a game to find them all," he added as he turned around to see what Yuffie had laid out. It was quite a find and Okita couldn't help but smile a little at it. "And I wouldn't want you to have to use that when you're more suited to battle, not back-up ( ... )

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