Day 46: Breakfast

[repeatingfate]

For the second time, Rika found herself waking with a start. She blinked at the grey light streaming through the windows, and looked across the room. Anise was still asleep. So. I'm still here. Let me just check...Rika put on her slippers and walked over to the desk, checking the drawer and breathing a light sigh of relief. Good, the knife was

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[thatdamnedninja]

Yuffie woke up to the feeling of hands around her throat.

She sat bolt upright, fingers probing at the aches, her breath shuddering. Right shoulder, right arm, sternum, throat, cheek. Nothing terrible; the last one the list was patched up with a big ol' band-aid, and a few cursory pokes told her that it hadn't been stitched. But her throat…!

It didn't even occur to her, not until she was sitting slumped in a chair in the cafeteria with a plate of waffles and a cup of OJ in front of her, that she felt like herself again. Everything she had was focused on the horror-show from last night. Stupidity, desperation, hopeless-helpless; everything she hated and everything she tried to avoid. The scene didn't even have the courtesy to be a blur! It ran through her mind in hi-def, from the first meeting with 'Blake', right through to Cloud's voice registering, dim and angry, on the edge of her consciousness.

Cloud"Oh, man," she breathed, her voice a bruised rasp. Groaning, the girl-and ninja once again-buried her face in her palms. The aches

[thatdamnedninja]

Yuffie's lips curved into a smirk at the dumbfounded expression. It was true; she was starting to feel a tad bit better. Even more so, knowing that it was at his expense, kind of. Sort of? Well, in a way. For a moment she contemplated telling him for real about how he'd been there before, and that if he left again, by Da Chao's frilly knickers, she was going to put him through five walls and stick his head in a blender.

Ah, it could wait. This question was a pretty hefty one.

"Straight to the pragmatism, huh? Can't say I blame you. There's a couple of way to get weapons, but it's hard, and there's no guarantees," Yuffie explained, gesturing loosely-and pointlessly-with one hand. "You can get small knives from the kitchens, obviously, and gardening tools like claws from the shed outside. Metal bats from the rec field. Real weapons, like swords, you've gotta have made, or you've gotta get… lucky." Her voice dipped there, the sound of shattering bones playing through the back of her mind. "I've got three kitchen knives that I've

[notthistrain]

There were more questions now that he felt like he shouldn't ask - what she meant by lucky being one of them. What was important was that it was possible to get weapons, if difficult. She even had her Four Point, so getting hold of their original weapons wasn't even impossible, though he bet that was the hardest of all to accomplish. He'd have to pass this information along to Luke.

The clothes were probably some other means of the Institute messing with them, or maybe someone on the staff felt sorry for them having to wear these horrible gray sweats all the time. Whatever the case, it wasn't all that important.

"What do you mean, 'have them made?'" Was there a blacksmith somewhere in the middle of this supposed mental institution?

[thatdamnedninja]

"People've got some Weird abilities in this dive," said Yuffie. "And that's with a capital L. This naïve kid who looked about fourteen drew out some symbols-a little like the matrixes you get when you use summon materia-and sort of… magic'd a pile of gross plumbing pipes into a shiny new sword." It was still a little hard for her to get her head around, but having seen it happen right there in front of her, there was no denying it. "They call it alchemy. It's a bitch and a half to get onto the lists, though, since everybody and their sparkle spaghetti ancestors want a weapon."

"Actually, that's another thing," she added, her eyebrows drawing down in a flash of irritation. "You're gonna find out sooner or later, since this one happens to everyone. They put a limiter on our abilities, somehow. Speed, strength, you name it. They even axed most of my Limit Breaks." Even though she still had access to Clear Tranquil-to some extent, at least-and by extension to Greased Lightning, it beyond pissed her off. All of it did! She'd worked hard

[notthistrain]

Cloud thought he might have noticed a change in the way he felt since he'd arrived here, but there had been so many other things to worry about and he hadn't gotten far into the fight with whatever had been attacking Yuffie. At some point he was going to have to see just how badly he'd been limited. That anyone could be so powerful... it didn't seem fair. There had to be machines involved somewhere - something that sent out emissions that interfered with brain patterns. That was easier to take in than a being that could just wave his hand and remove all ability to fight back

[thatdamnedninja]

"Noble, but if you think I'm lettin' you wander around unarmed in this place, you've got another thing coming."

The look she shot him then was sharp, and almost cool. Yuffie had a reputation for being spendthrift, always had and always would, but that did not mean she'd be irresponsible towards her teammates. Not now-not anymore. "You can borrow my sword 'til you find something better. 'Bout two pounds? Twenty seven and a half inches long, and I'll kick your butt to Da Chao and back if you let anythin' happen to it."

She could make do with the shuriken and her knives, and it wasn't as though he was gonna be keeping it. Cloud was pretty handy with almost anything he picked up, but he always did have that fixation with overcompensation. Yuffie was pretty sure that he'd go for some other weapon before too long.

Her expression lightened, like sunshine breaking through a spring rainstorm. Serious topic or not, she wanted to be cheerful; she had to be, as close to the edge as she was already. Yuffie wasn't a big fan of self-delusion,

[notthistrain]

Yuffie was being generous? This was a serious situation. The weapon was certainly smaller than what he was used to, but Cloud knew better than to make a comment about that. He nodded, smiling again at her offer. It might not ever come again, so he should be thankful.

Now he was back to conversing with the ninja he knew. He raised an eyebrow at the comment about booze, hardly considering that a resource at this point. Leave it to the Turks to get their hands on some, though. The blond still considered Yuffie too young to be drinking, extra three years or no, but he'd bring that up at a better time.

"Don't know if I really like the idea of lettin' the Turks handle our resources, but I know we might not have better options. How are things on their end?" They'd had an odd relationship in the past, had helped and hindered each other the same. It was difficult to forgive someone who could so easily press a button and destroy a whole sector of a city, though.

[thatdamnedninja]

"We won't," said Yuffie, firmly. "Nope. No way, no how. Over my cold dead fingers, et cetera. We sometimes split what we can afford to, but I've never given them serious loot and I'm not about to start now." Though it wasn't like she spent a whole lot of time around them anyway. That one night with Reno aside, she'd only ever seen them during the day.

Crossing her legs at the ankles, the girl reclined a little further. How far could she go before Cloud started getting bugged? Only time would tell. And Yuffie wouldn't deny it; a little friendly, casual contact could do her some good. Reno-related incidents once again notwithstanding, it'd been a while. A long while since she'd really touched anyone, even if it was nowhere close to beating those years of wandering the world and robbing all the suckers she could find

[notthistrain]

Lost Elena? As in she'd disappeared or that she'd died? Cloud didn't ask further, because the second name had pinged something in the back of his mind. The name sounded very familiar, but unfortunately he couldn't place it and that left him staring at his breakfast again in consternation. "Cissnei... I've heard that name somewhere." If she was a Turk, it was possible he'd just heard it mentioned off-hand somewhere. He hadn't had much interaction with that group until after he joined AVALANCHE.

He shook his head. That was something he could figure out later. Now for a more sensitive subject... "What about us?" There wouldn't be any reason to explain what 'us' he was referring to. "Is it just you and me?" Which would mean it would have been just her before he arrived and that was a terrible thought. If he had to pick someone to be stuck in a place like this, Yuffie wouldn't have been his first pick (probably not in the top five) but that option was better than the alternative.

[thatdamnedninja]

Yuffie shrugged her shoulders loosely. "Reddish-brown hair, brown eyes, my height, probably the same age as me," she described. "We never saw her once during the whole Jenova War and Meteorfall thing, and it sounds to me like she's only had experience with the old AVALANCHE. She's a bit behind on the times." Just like Cloud.

Which was just peachy-awesome, seriously. One of these days she was gonna have to show her appreciation for this joint by punching a doctor in the nose. One of these days.

The blond shook his head, then, and Yuffie snapped back to matters at hand. Us. Good question, wasn't it? The ninja fidgeted for a moment, fingers curling and then clenching tight, arms faux-casually wrapped around herself. "Cid was here when I first woke up in this dump. Something was… Something was weird, though. He kept dropping off the radar, and five days later he disappeared entirely. That was eleven days ago. You, too; you were here. And one night, around the same time as Cid went MIA, your old roomie-he was a pal of mine-told me that

[notthistrain]

The description seemed familiar, though he could be confusing her with any number of people. He'd think yeah, and didn't she have a suit? except that all Turks wore suits, male or female. Cloud decided just to file the information away for later when he wasn't being bombarded with all sorts of other revelations.

And speaking of... His eyes snapped to Yuffie on Cid's name. This whole 'they were here and then they weren't' thing was really really bothering him, especially since it involved close friends of his. He could never have been prepared to hear her mention his own name next, and he just stared at her. Any moment now she was going to grin and say she was just kidding. Memory loss was nothing new, but to have been here before and not be able to recall it at all? That was beyond disturbing.

"I was here...?" The blond frowned in confusion. "That's impossible. Are you sure it was me?"

[thatdamnedninja]

"There's a lot of impossible stuff in this hell hole," was her reply. Short, simple, to the point. Utter conviction. All traces of smiles and grins had faded again, leaving nothing but the gritty truth and one worn out ninja. "And while there's a lot of things I'll lie about, this isn't one of 'em. It was you. The same thing happened to me, as well; when Cid told me, I didn't really believe him… until I ran into random strangers who'd met me here before. Like Kenshin; he can tell-"

Yuffie's head snapped up when the intercom chimed, her expression disgruntled. She straightened slowly, pushing herself to her feet with one hand against the table. The other rubbed absently at her sternum, pressing against the ache. "Looks like that's a wrap for this one. Come to my room tonight, and be ready to deal with the Turks. It's F4."

[notthistrain]

"F4... Right." Even in the confusion, after all the impossible that she'd told him, she was still able to order him around as though she was the one in charge. (Well, she did have more experience in this place.) Cloud was almost grateful for that.

He'd have to keep all the other questions in the back of his mind for now, as the nurses seemed to enjoy shuffling them around far too much for their own good. At least he wanted to... but he still felt dazed as he was led out to the sun room for the next shift.