001; Wutai

[yuffiekisaragi]

On the mountain of Da Chao sits a lone girl, her legs swinging off the ledge as she contemplates the town below.

It's her home - Wutai, a once proud nation that has been reduced to nothing more than a cheesy tourist attraction. By none other than her father, a man she doesn't exactly get along with in the best of times.

Something's off though.

Yuffie squints as she studies the town, telling herself her eyes must be deceiving her.

Usually there are people strolling through the town, children playing tag in the streets. The ones who had recently been infected with Geostigma are recovering, and there is a jovial air about the town. Now, though, there is no sign of life. Not even a stray dog roaming through, begging for scraps.

This just isn't right, and Yuffie has to investigate.

Standing up, she brushes the dirt off her legs, then plants her fists at her hips.

"Only one person can get to this bottom of this mess!"

She pauses without looking back, shifting her weight as if she wants to fidget.

"You can come too. Having an extra pair of eyes wouldn't hurt," she says this with a little hesitation. The truth is, she's a little bit worried at the absence of people, and could use a little support as she tries to find them.

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[yuffiekisaragi]

[Yuffie is slightly distracted by the attack, since it's not one she's seen before. But she focuses back on the enemy, running forward and leaping into the air. With a sharp cry, she swings down one of the points of her weapon and slices through Ifrit's neck.

It howls in anger, and writhes on the ground for a moment before it starts to fade away. Yuffie takes a closer look at the wound on her arm, scowling at it.]

Dammit. [She starts to poke at it as the enemy continues to fade, looking pretty grumpy about the whole thing.] That hurt like hell, I thought this was a dream.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She's not that good at what comes next. Mercury steps closer to Yuffie, and wordlessly gestures towards the injured arm to indicate she wants to see it closer-up.] She doesn't seem to spare a thought for the vanquished ifrit.

[yuffiekisaragi]

[Yuffie has no problem with offering up the arm for viewing. The gash isn't too bad - it could heal on its own, with time, but it looks pretty ugly. Sorta smells burnt, too.

Ifrit finally fades away, and Yuffie huffs out a breath.]

You know, I can't believe I dreamed up such a crappy summon. I figured something awesome, like Kings of the Round.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

That the creature was weak next to us is its own fault. [There's a smirk; oh so arrogant, this one.]

I'll bandage the arm.

[This is not exactly an offer so much as a statement of what will come next, giving Yuffie less chance to refuse.]

[yuffiekisaragi]

Damn right! [Yuffie has no problem with the whole bandaging bit - she was never a healer herself and had gone to Aerith plenty to times asking her to heal the wounds she'd gotten in battle.

She studies Mercury for a moment before she remembers the kind of attack she saw the girl us.]

Say, I haven't seen anyone use attacks like that before. I guess you have magic without the materia huh? Not a lot of people get that where I come from.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

I was born with these powers.

[This is the only explanation Yuffie receives as Mercury eyes the wounds, judging their severity before beginning her work.]

[yuffiekisaragi]

Huh. Pretty useful powers.

[Yuffie gazes around as Mercury works, looking out for any sign of life or movement. She does spy a random chocobo feather on the ground, but it was probably from that idiotic bird from before. ]

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[For all her forcefulness and that emphasis on power, her touch is surprisingly considerate as she avoids provoking the injury while she works on it. She cleans it with water she has on her first, water empowered to keep it pure and avoid infection. She pours a little out of a small phial, and lightly rubs it into the skin.

Next she'll bandage it.]

[yuffiekisaragi]

[Yuffie hasn't had a wound actually cleaned like this in a long time. Usually it was as simple as whipping out a curaga materia and casting a spell. She makes a face as the wound stung a little from the cleaning, but it wasn't too bad.

Looking out in the distance, she tries to nitpick her own brain. Why would she dream this? Way too many unanswered questions for her.]

So if I die here, I wake up and all right? No actual dying in actual life?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[She plays with Yuffie first, with worrying her.]

They say if you die in a dream, you die in reality.

Want to be careful?

[yuffiekisaragi]

[Mercury's words are a bit worrying, and Yuffie pulls on a reserve of her bravado, which had taken a vacation most of the time she'd been here.]

Nah, I've been in life threatening situations countless times! This would totally not be different.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Well, it had been the truth. She just neglected to add that the saying seemed to be false, and was certainly false here, though she'd woken up from dying with quite a set of aches and pains once.]

Then don't worry over whether you can die.

[yuffiekisaragi]

[Mercury was starting to remind her of Vincent in some ways - Yuffie made a face at the girl. What she said rang true though.]

Okay okay, I'll charge into battle and emerge victorious. Just like always!

[She'd pump her arm in the air to jazz up her statement but there's a sharp pain reminding her of the wound and she settles for energetically bouncing on her toes.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

If you provoke your injuries now, you'll be useless in the battle.