Yuffie breaks free from the shadows behind him, launching herself with a force like she's never been able to pull off in her waking life. She lands, and stumbles a bit before pushing herself forward, her eyes locked on the infantryman's back.
It's been a long time since she's had a look at that familiar outfit, echoes of a time when she was young and Wutai was in the midst of its war ringing in her ears as she tries to catch up to him.
In the back of her mind, she's not too worried about being caught by whatever gives chase. It's more irritating than anything for her, an enemy with no true face, and she wants nothing more than to whip around and scream at it until it fights her.
She doesn't, though. If she were alone, that's exactly what she would have done by now, but catching sight of someone else, even if they might be part of the dream itself, is enough to catch her focus.
At sixteen, Yuffie was selfish, bratty, and a bit of an egomaniac. At nineteen, she's still selfish, bratty and more of an egomaniac. One thing that's changed, though, is that she isn't going to leave someone behind. It used to be so easy, to just take what she wanted and skip off to leave others to deal with the fallout. Making connections with people has changed that, and now her focus has shifted from irritation to her fellow runner.
She really just can't help herself, though, and she takes her weapon in hand when she spies a particularly nasty looking beast. Yuffie lets her shuriken fly, and the blades cut through the enemy. As the weapon returns, it comes pretty close to the trooper in front of her, but she isn't worried. Her accuracy is flawless (if she does say so herself), and she catches it neatly once it returns, all while keeping up the pace.
Determined to catch up to him as quick as she can, she pushes herself a little more and sprints up to him. Once she's able to match his pace and run beside him, she tries to get a look at his face. Of course, there's little to see since the helmet dominates his head, and she rolls her eyes.
"You know, I always thought those outfits were stupid," she declares, a bit breathlessly. Someone's a little biased here with her opinions, but she tends to speak before thinking anyway. Besides, it's no big secret - and the outfits Wutai's soldiers wore were way more awesome.
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It's been a long time since she's had a look at that familiar outfit, echoes of a time when she was young and Wutai was in the midst of its war ringing in her ears as she tries to catch up to him.
In the back of her mind, she's not too worried about being caught by whatever gives chase. It's more irritating than anything for her, an enemy with no true face, and she wants nothing more than to whip around and scream at it until it fights her.
She doesn't, though. If she were alone, that's exactly what she would have done by now, but catching sight of someone else, even if they might be part of the dream itself, is enough to catch her focus.
At sixteen, Yuffie was selfish, bratty, and a bit of an egomaniac. At nineteen, she's still selfish, bratty and more of an egomaniac. One thing that's changed, though, is that she isn't going to leave someone behind. It used to be so easy, to just take what she wanted and skip off to leave others to deal with the fallout. Making connections with people has changed that, and now her focus has shifted from irritation to her fellow runner.
She really just can't help herself, though, and she takes her weapon in hand when she spies a particularly nasty looking beast. Yuffie lets her shuriken fly, and the blades cut through the enemy. As the weapon returns, it comes pretty close to the trooper in front of her, but she isn't worried. Her accuracy is flawless (if she does say so herself), and she catches it neatly once it returns, all while keeping up the pace.
Determined to catch up to him as quick as she can, she pushes herself a little more and sprints up to him. Once she's able to match his pace and run beside him, she tries to get a look at his face. Of course, there's little to see since the helmet dominates his head, and she rolls her eyes.
"You know, I always thought those outfits were stupid," she declares, a bit breathlessly. Someone's a little biased here with her opinions, but she tends to speak before thinking anyway. Besides, it's no big secret - and the outfits Wutai's soldiers wore were way more awesome.