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9 Materia ஃ Voice / Action

I swear I'm going to murder someone today!

[And it sounds like she means it. But for now that's all she says, mostly from how she's come back from a mallynap.

Today there is one Yuffie, hanging by her shirt, crossing her arms to keep her arms pulling her shirt down. As to what she's hanging by, it is of course her shuriken. Another reason why she's not moving, or trying to move too much. The thing could slice right through her shirt. And what is the shuriken hanging from? Well, it's neatly set into a tree, quite high up too.

Now normally, Yuffie would have absolutely no trouble with something like this, but with her problem, she can't even reach for a branch or two to hang on to to see if she could slide away from the sharp object. Even trying with one hand earns no result. Usually she can do lift herself up on one hand easily, but right now, her hand just keeps slipping.

If this keeps up for too long, she'll just wait 'till someone spots her, or it's night time, and will have no problem hiding after slipping from the shuriken.

Either way, this ninja is pissed.

ooc: Kidnapped because of me being gone for half a month, and she can't stay quiet for that long.]

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Thanks for the heads-up. Anyone in particular in mind?

The next person that pisses me off.

[That sounds very sarcastic though.]

I think they have medicine to help with that kind of urge.

...Thanks for the notice, anyway.

[ also sarcastic. ]

[You can feel her lineface now.]

There's medicine that makes you not wanna kill someone?

Xanax, isn't it? Or Prozac? Some "-zax" or "-zac."

Never heard of medicine like that.

Yeah, I have a suspicion it might be hard to come by around here too.

...I guess there's always talk therapy. What's stirring the murderous desires today?

Oh, just the point that I'm stuck up in a tree, hanging from my shuriken, and the only thing keeping me off the ground is my shirt which is how I'm attached to the shuriken.

Well, it sounds like if you're removed from an environment which triggers those desires, you might be able to suppress them.

...Need a hand?

['Although this talk of shuriken scares me a little, honestly.']

I'll still want to kill the malnosso.

A hand would be nice. It's not like I can do much else until night.

Until night? Why then?

[he bustles around a little.]

And where is this tree? I'll bring a ladder or something.

Because that's the only time I would feel okay running home in a shirt without a back on it.

Close to the village, and near the stream.

...I see. ['I don't entirely. But whatever.']

Well, I guess I'll bring a towel too.

['And finally, a reason to at least exit the house, after all the craziness of the past little while and then the boredom before that.']

Is that close north, close south, or close west?

A random shirt would be nicer.

[She doesn't even care if it's a guys shirt. Just as long as she doesn't have to walk around making sure nothing falls off.]

West.

Okay, sure, a random shirt.

['Man, did I just sign myself up for some menial labor? Oh, well... Beats "nothing."'

He'll head out in that direction, which isn't too far from CR 5 where he lives.]

Thank you.

[Yuffie will just wait it out. She's honestly got nothing better to do than hang around.]

[Well, he comes trudging up fifteen minutes later or so, with an awkward-length ladder and a folded white t-shirt with a picture of a cat on it.

'Look, I just take what's around.'

It's not so hard to spot the one person dangling from a tree. The ladder is definitely not tall enough to do anything.

'Waste of time, really. Probably should've checked that first.

...Although it's kind of funny anyway, at least.']

Hey, Damocles-san.

...How's it hanging?

[Oh, she's giving that cat shirt and him a weird look.

And don't you dare smile at her uncomfortable-ness.]

The name's Yuffie. And the hanging is getting a little to uncomfortable.

[She will hold out a hand for catching that shirt]

Throw it. I'll land just fine.

['...Look, it was a present.']

Throw it?

['Well, I guess that's a stupid question. It's clear enough what she means. Let this not be on my head if it fails miserably.']

Uh, okay.

[And he dutifully tosses it up in her general direction.]

[Well, on the good side she does catch the shirt. That goes perfectly. She'll hold it against her chest as she tries to think of the best way down.

...Which is easy. All she has to do is rock a bit, then she's on the ground. And that's when things end badly. Normally she has no problem landing on her feet, but one foot slips, and she does a face plant.

On the good side, only her back is showing.]

I am going to murder them...

['Did I successfully disclaim all responsibility? Have I been karmically favored for once? After all, I said so.

...Or is "them" possibly me now? I didn't throw it wrong, Damocles-san. Don't shuriken me. You're already getting my shirt dirty, after all!'

He finds himself staring at said back for two or three seconds before he suddenly turns away.]

...You okay? That was a pretty nasty drop.

['And I'm kind of surprised you thought that wasn't a big deal, but running home with an arm over your chest was...']

[Oh no, he was in the clear. She's pissed at the Malnosso. Apparently her reflexes weren't as good as they were supposed to be.]

Confused.

[Though she is quick enough to put on the kitty shirt as she sits up not facing him, and the ripped shirt being thrown. It's not going to do her any good.

After, she'll get up, and brush herself off before looking at him.]

Happy I'm out of the tree.

['Yeah, the other reason I chose this shirt was because I figured I might never see it again, and I have no particular complaint about that.']

Better a shirt than a wing, I suppose. What's to be confused about?

[Well she's not gonna keep it. That would be rude.]

That's true...I almost forgot about them...I'm confused as to why I couldn't get out of that myself. There was one branch that could've helped, but I couldn't get a grip on it..

So you think someone put you there on purpose?

...You must be pretty good to get out of it by yourself at all.

['Hell, even what she did was pretty impressive by my standards. Sure, she faceplanted, but she landed on her feet first.']

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