Post by Yuffie Kisaragi on Jan 21, 2013 14:42:26 GMT -5
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twenty percent skill. fifteen percent concentrated power of will. five percent pleasure. fifty percent pain. and one hundred percent reason to remember the name
Yuffie finally found a legitimate city. Small villages were nice and welcoming, but they only had so many resources. She always felt bad for staying in them at their hospitality for so long. Even though she often offered her services in return for food and a place to crash. Usually that meant killing whatever beasties that terrorized the town, and boy were there beasties in this world. For that she was somewhat glad. There wouldn't be much use for someone with her skill-set otherwise. Sure, she could do recon missions, or even spying and professional thieving, but those things generally came with a lot larger danger risk. Now this town was just what she needed. Large enough to conceal her in the crowd. Her clothes were borrowed from local shops. Her shorts were cut off jeans. She hated long pants. They were so constricting.
It was obvious by the look on her face that she was tired. Exhausted really. She felt dirty, despite having managed to take a shower. It was something about not having a bed to sleep in that made her feel that way. Her stomach growled angrily at her. She clutched at her stomach. She wasn't doing so hot with no resources. Not to mention the large and scabbed gash across her stomach. It looked distinctly like a claw mark, which is exactly what it was. She needed food and antiseptic. She knew that attempting to steal all of that from a store was not impossible but tricky. Especially in the clothes she was wearing now. Not to many places to hide things. Her bag was filled with weapons she had managed to barter for in some of the smaller villages.
That left only one option. She disappeared into a moving crowd. She loved big cities. It meant everyone seemed to be going somewhere, and they moved in packs like cattle. She picked her target. Pressed pants, shined shoes, silk tie and a suit that probably cost more money than she's ever had in her hands at one time. She followed him carefully, no one seemed to notice her pull the wallet from his pocket when she hurried past him, bumping into him. She discreetly pulled out the cash and dropped the wallet into the bag he was carrying as he caught back up to her.
She groaned at her own misfortune. The Great Ninja Yuffie Kisaragi, Single White Rose of Wutai, was reduced to something as petty as pick pocketing for cash. She groaned as she pulled the scab again. It was for a good cause after all. She couldn't let the wound become infected. This place definitely was not Gaia. She knew that different places had different bacteria that her body might react worse to than they would for the people here would. She knew that from when she first traveled out of Wutai. She was sick as a dog for a week, nearly had to be hospitalized. Luckily she's avoided illness here, but the infection would be bad. Now she just needed to find a shop that had some antiseptic and probably some gauze. Then somewhere else for some food. Hell if somewhere had both that would be beyond perfect.
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Notes This one was fun to write
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TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SHADOWPLAY
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