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[idkmybffvince]

Who: Yuffie Kisaragi (idkmybffvince), Rod (rookiemyass)
When: Today, February 4th
Location: Refugee Camps, in Edge
Rating: PG?
Summary: Yuffie meets Rod.

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[rookiemyass]

Rod had been at the refugee camp for just over two weeks. When he’d first woken up, the rush of adrenaline accompanied by his desperation to figure out just what the hell was going on had driven him, kept him going long enough to pick himself up out of the rubble, find a sign of humanity, and contact someone, anyone who might know him. But after the phone call with Reno, the fatigue had set in, as if out of nowhere. He’d stumbled around the not-Midgar they called Edge until he’d been directed to the refugee camp. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one with nowhere to go and no one to seek out. He’d passed out in an abandoned lean-to, and slept and slept until he’d slept so much he was so tired he had to sleep some more. Since then he’d been drifting around the camp, sometimes wandering around the area aimlessly, but mostly parking himself here or there to lose himself in the blackness of his suppressed consciousness

[idkmybffvince]

Yuffie kicked a stone, and watched it skip across the ground lazily. It came to a halt in front of some poor kid, king of a broken pillar, or whatever that was supposed to be. Well at least he was the king of something right?

Something about his appearance looked oddly familiar. He was dressed too nicely to be a random bum, even if it was dusty from being out here. That would happen to anyone, in the circumstances. It narrowed down things a bit, at least.

And sparked her curiosity. If he was dressed nicely, there had to be something to it. Something more that she was missing. For all she knew, he could be another one of the dead people who had been popping up all over the place. Like Grandma. And Lazard. That gave a pretty big spectrum.

"Hey there." She called, walking over to him. She wasn't really fond of personal space issues, so she walked up and tapped him on the shoulder.

[rookiemyass]

A rock skittered over and hit his foot, but he barely noticed, eyes trained on the tiny desert wasteland that was the ground beneath his feet. Engrossed as he was in his staring match with the earth, every pebble looked like a boulder, every pile of dirt a ridge or mountain. He wandered amidst the desolation, picturing himself as tiny as the rest of the landscape he could so clearly see between his feet. What would he do if he was suddenly so small, lost on an unfamiliar plane, void of any sign of life, with only dust and brown, unidentifiable debris stretching on towards every horizon

[idkmybffvince]

That made her stop, and stare at him incredulously. Honestly, did she look like she wanted to be "floating in the clouds with Carbuncle"? No. She didn't want to be floating anywhere, thanks. Leviathan, she'd probably get motion sickness and throw up all over whoever the poor person it was who happened to be there.

"Yeah, no thanks." Not no thanks about, gee, having materia that would do it, but no thanks as in I'm-enjoying-my-feet-where-they-are-thanks. "God, you shouldn't be on that stuff either."

Another tap to his shoulder. Look at me.. "You're okay, right? I mean, you're not okay if you're here, but you're not like, you know, not 'okay', right?" She articulated this with air quotes, "I'm not gonna have to give pep talks, right? I'm not good at pep talks."