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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kirk,
naruto,
klavier,
tsubaki,
anise,
minato,
the doctor,
sam winchester,
uhura,
goku (dragonball),
luke fon fabre,
zex,
niikura,
taura,
claire bennet,
peter parker,
snow,
lunge,
lana skye,
mello,
brainiac 5,
xemnas,
ange,
natalia,
albedo,
masaomi,
agatha,
soma,
tear,
two-face,
yuffie,
tomoe,
edgar,
the scarecrow,
ishida,
kadaj,
morgan,
battler,
howl,
spock,
zack,
kratos,
l,
rubedo,
haseo,
sechs,
kenshin,
jo,
asuka,
bella,
scott pilgrim,
gumshoe,
aigis,
izaya,
gren,
sora,
prussia,
woody,
javert,
gant,
dean winchester,
m,
hanekoma,
shizuo,
guy,
kairi,
venom,
abe sapien,
mitsuru,
nigredo,
depth charge,
ilia,
kibitoshin,
lightning,
rita,
castiel,
allelujah,
fai,
riku,
yomi,
kaworu,
ema skye,
locke,
scar (tlk),
muraki
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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But she didn't know the details.
What she did know was that she was the furthest along in the timeline. Even Cloud was from way behind. Three years, wasn't it? Or something like that; he'd come fresh from Meteorfall, whereas she'd been up to her neck in Deepground. Had the Yuffie before-had she-come from Meteorfall, too? But… That didn't make any sense.
Sam's next comment was a welcome distraction, albeit an unexpected one. "That was you?" she asked, surprised. Recovering, she added, "Yeah, Skye Smith. A.K.A Conner, A.K.A Alfred Stratus, A.K.A Cloud Strife. Last one's the real deal."
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Yeah, he had nothing. Dude hooker with class?
"So it's possible you could've been here years then," Dean said, "and you wouldn't even know it."
It wasn't particularly comforting and it just confirmed what they'd been suspecting, only it was much worse. Not just months, but years. It wasn't looking good, not only on the deal front but the fact that this place might've been running a lot longer than it felt like and still no other hunters had come to torch the place. That or...they had and they'd got themselves ganked or lobotimized, which wasn't any better. So he figured they were on their own and it was just a matter of how they were gonna deal with how screwed they were. Yuffie seemed to be pretty casual about possibly losing all that time. Then again, if you couldn't remember it, you couldn't exactly miss it, could you ( ... )
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… But what did it mean? Was everything that had happened with Geostigma and the Remnants a lie? What about the W.R.O, or Deepground? Thousands of people had died, and-if that wasn't true… but, no. It was true. Yuffie remembered it, and that was good enough for her. Getting bogged by weird thoughts about existentialism-that was a word, right?-or things like that wasn't gonna do her any good, and it wouldn't help anybody else, either ( ... )
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Years. Possible? Maybe. Well, anything was possible, that much was obvious.
"I dunno," he mused. "We've all accumulated a hell of a lot of injuries within the past couple of weeks alone. There'd be scars." Unless they found a way to fix that, too went unspoken, but there was no use in letting their imagination run away like that. There was a difference between anticipating the unexpected and driving yourself insane coming up with a million terrible possibilities.
Besides, he'd been snapped back and forth through time before. Or at least experienced a close enough illusion of it; with the Trickster, it was hard to figure which. Either way, he'd been able to tell. Erasing just six months-it wasn't something that went unnoticed ( ... )
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Almost immediately, Yuffie thought, maybe not.
She reached up, running her fingers lightly down the claw-mark scars on her cheek. They were fading day by day; soon they'd be gone entirely, leaving no evidence that 'Hanna' had nearly had her face ripped off by a shape-shifting monster.
"I dunno about that. Landel's got that quick-heal of his goin' on, and then there's the… other stuff." Ha. 'Other stuff'. Yuffie drew one leg up to her chest, draped her arms on it, and stuck her chin on top; her expression turned briefly pensive. 'Other stuff' like bringing people back from the dead; other stuff like mass hallucinations that weren't hallucinations; other stuff like turning Nanaki, the firelioncatdog whatever, into a human-a 'two-legger'. Compared to that, what were a few scars ( ... )
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