As usual, Yuffie doubted that the general population would be able to comprehend the brilliance of her plan.
Sure, they'd had that big costume party about a month ago, and she'd found something for it and even had a little fun. And apparently this month's holiday from worlds she didn't know about involved eating a lot of food. Nobody would
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Adam's finding himself wishing that he just had a photo of Wes more and more.
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"BAM! You gotta pay attention here or ninjas are gonna get you!"
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"...Thanks," he says, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand and tasting grit. "I'll take that under consideration."
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Which is what Matt was doing, walking, approaching a very pleasant looking palm tree. Where nothing, of course, would be out of the ordinary.
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This would have been the best place for a water balloon.
"I am the Great Ninja of Wutai!"
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Because all he knew was that something was falling out of the tree and shouting at him and he was afraid that he was going to die, so he kind of, well, screamed. Loudly. Kind of like a little girl. Complete with flailing.
It was only natural.
But he'd never admit that it happened.
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And I've never been one for doing a lot of training. Don't get me wrong, I'll train with the best of them. But you get to a certain point and it's an obsession. I've never been the big jock guy like Raijin. No point in pretending I was.
To beat the boredom, I'd decided to leave the hut for a change of scenery. Trouble with that was that we were stuck on a tropical island. And I wasn't too keen on getting back down to dinosaur territory. Keen or not, I was in shape to get there any way. Instead I pace the sand and watch the water for a while.
Shortly, I'm bored with that too. I lean up against a tree to rest for a moment.
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Luckily, the great Yuffie Kisaragi was not afraid of a challenge. She carefully, quietly, pulled her water pouch from her hip, and took off the cap. Caaaaareful.
Restraining the impulse to laugh, she let the water drip-- okay, more like pour in a steady stream-- down toward the guy's apathetic looking head.
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Being there is no quick way to get out from underneath a pooping bird and still look cool, I just shield my face, run out from underneath the tree and then glance upward as I assess whatever is dripping down my hair.
Whatever is up in that tree is certainly a large bird. I squint up at it intently. And it... peed... on me?
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Yuffie somersaulted herself out of the tree, landing with a flourish in front of the intended victim.
It was perfect.
At least, it would have been perfect if she hadn't fallen on her ass only two seconds later. "Goddammit!"
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John walked square beneath her, one hand on his hip, the other wrapped around a hollowed coconut he'd filled with a fruity concoction. John took a sip, and then a long and unsuspecting breath of fresh air.
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So Yuffie took a deep, gleeful breath, and jumped, silently, onto the broad shoulders of her prey below.
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It was apparent a moment later, however, when his hand landed on not fur but long hair, that his assailant was something else entirely. "Oh," said John, trying to twist around to see her. "Hello."
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