[Yuffie sits up in the street and rubs the back of his head.]

Dude, I'm getting seriously curious. What the heck is this place's dealio with my friggin' birthday? Does it just like zapping me up a year or what?

[He drags a hand along a wall, then sighs, deliberately accessing the second level.]Calling anybody who knows Yuffie Kisaragi. Luke, ( Read more... )

Okay, so in all this singing, has anybody thought to sing at Vince and Vincent?

C'mon, everybody knows this song!

♫ Happy birthday to you... [And he sings the rest of the song, culminating in, of course, "You look like a Coeurl / And you smell like one too!" Some things, you never outgrow.]

Just like that!

( Private; Hackable. On the Subject of Birthdays. )

( Filtered to Lucrecia; )

So, last thing I remember, everybody was related to everybody else and certain pretty scientist ladies were all angsty and sad. That over yet, or am I going to have to knock some sense into people?

[Yuffie looks down at himself, then pointedly up at anybody accessing the second level.] Now, the really important question. Anybody want to tell ( Read more... )

[He's accessing the level, looking around for something interesting to do or someone interesting to talk to, while muttering under his breath.] Caution. Right. [Whiny (if still quiet) tone, which should be very familiar to anybody who ever knew an incarnation of Yuffie.] I'm too young to die!

[He drops the level, then reaccesses from his roof ( Read more... )

[Yuffie is broadcasting deliberately.]

Okay, PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:

If this music crap doesn't stop soon, I'm going to go beat up Big, Red, and Obnoxiously Indestructible kick the crap out of anybody wearing the wrong colors. Hint: the bad colors are anything smart people associate with emo gothsobbers, like red or black. Or red and ( Read more... )

[Have a random access of the second-level in a gym somewhere. Yuffie is currently upside-down on a balance-beam, one leg bent so that his foot is touching the inside of the other knee. He makes a quiet sound as he transfers all his weight to his right arm and holds his left out to the side. His right arm trembles, as if it's still weak, but ( Read more... )

[He's sitting on the roof of his house, thinking, when he slips into the second level on accident.]

I can make maybe six more senkou hanabi or two bigger firworks. If I got some shredded papper, I could do confetti crackers.

...Heck, if I could get all this in bulk, I could totally start a business.

[He makes a face at the thought of having to ( Read more... )

( [ Filtered to Rydia] )

So it wasn't a hangover headache and hallucination.

Funny, I was kind of hoping I'd wake up and the past six months wouldn't have happened I'd be home. You know. Where Template is under massive reconstruction and the Mako reactors have been blown all to hell ( Read more... )