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 Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 12:32 am
A ninja's job was to get in to wherever she needed to be, perform whatever deed needed doing, then get out without being seen. As such, the learning curve for immediate retaliation was practically nonexistent. True, she'd indulged in a certain amount of outside training on the subject, a lot of which her father had disapproved of, but that still didn't give instructions on an aquatic monster with the sense of a toddler and enough muscle mass that stepping out of the water had probably dropped the lake by a few inches. His crouched, delighted posture wasn't the reaction she expected, though Yuffie wasn't entirely sure what she'd been thinking in the aftermath. Maybe some kind of alligator-roll in the water while he snapped at invisible things with those oddly shaped jaws, flinging spikes and webbing. There was an effort made to retreat higher up onto the bank despite her lagging leg, eyeing the other with growing uneasiness. Antagonizing someone who was in charge of a greater water source was not her brightest move to date. "Don't even-" The wave was sent toward her on the whim of a single stroke, and she shut her mouth on instinct, trying an evasion technique that turned out to work better on zipping metallic projectiles than it did on water.
Her front was hit the worst, and she had to skitter further away to keep from falling over, the impact similar to getting thumped in the chest by a fist. Once it had ebbed and she hadn't lost her footing, the female sat down in the resulting mud, huffing through wet bangs. "Foul, I call a foul, you can't pick on a girl with a bum leg!" She informed him loudly, brandishing the injury at him. Okay, so his no-eyes handicap likely outweighed her temporary own, but her clothes were wet now, and it was a little hard to sneak up on people when the material made squelching noises against fur. "I don't know what you learned in kitschool, but splashing is for babies who can't use their words." Not that she hadn't gone with it right at first, before it had become obvious she had no chance at winning any watery sports with such competition. Nope, not her. And it wasn't as though she'd jump on him for a second round if he gave her the tiniest opening. Unless she had an escape route laid out.
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Posted: Wed Mar 10, 2010 9:24 pm
He was watching with gaped jaws, their corners curled in a ridiculous, silly grin even as he "watched" the water swamp over the much smaller female. Her huffs were returned with a pleased sort of gurgle, and the behemoth flopped on his haunches again with a immense splash, tails thumping and twitching with utter pleasure at this game. She was yelping at him, waving her wounded limp, and he grunted a chuckle or two. "Water is good for Yuuuuuffieeeee?" He attempted, finally pinning his ears back and lowering his head as though in submission, but those big teeth were still bared even as soft 'hurr hurr' sounds of amusement rumbled in his throat.
"G has woorrrddsssss." The beast said proudly; clearly that meant he was not a baby, and she certainly wasn't addressing him! Though, thinking on it, Gargantuan had never heard of kitschool, and was about to ask her before he grew distracted with his own thoughts and forgot. Eventually on a whim, he would get to his feet, tentatively beginning to approach the ninja as though he remembered that, yes, her leg was actually hurt, and she wasn't faking it just to get out of playtime.
"No hurt." He told it with a snort that had steam jettisoning from his nostrils, careful not to get too close. She hadn't liked that last time, but Yuffie was his friend, and she knew now that he was a good boy!
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Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2010 12:25 am
For such a big lug, he had some peculiar tendencies. Yuffie was reasonably certain that giggling, even of the masculine variety, was frowned upon in whatever Monsterland he hailed from. He was as bad as the peasant girls back home, except he didn't have a cheap paper fan to hide his mirth behind. "You're a dork." She tried instead, all the educated words a waste anyway when they didn't register. The ninja shivered faintly, eyeing the unnatural hang to her vest with distaste and trying to remember if she had anything damp-sensitive in the pockets. If she had some kind of fire materia, it would be a snap to start up a blaze and dry her poor clothes off. The female pawed them open, peering inside while continuing to address the green Nightmare. "Water is only good for two things, and drowning is not on that list. I hope you're all kinds of happy with yourself, mister. If you fizzled out my Fira..."
He had words and he had eyes, apparently, though both of them presented as questionable in the thief's opinion. Lantern light and bumbling syllables and he was happy enough to stop the progress there. Whether that meant he thought himself entitled to the benefits she denied him, or just meant that he was standing up for himself in his own slow way, Yuffie wasn't about to stop and ask. Besides, her assertion from before still held: no touching. He was big and she was not, and she'd learned from long training sessions that speed didn't necessarily buy a girl out of everything. Especially with hers compromised. Her quick thinking and loose tongue could doom or aid, and sometimes it was hard to tell which was occurring until it was too late.
His nearness didn't immediately register in her perception, the water still flowing and ebbing from their attacks to mask his tree trunk-thick legs shushing along the surface. It was, ironically, the words that made her aware that he had exited his watery playpen, observing him with a slightly clenched jaw. Something that big had no right being that quiet. But the creature stopped a short distance away, and she shook her head, sending droplets airborne and pushing up into a stand. The bright little marble rolled out of some hidden pocket, and she slammed her foot down to catch it, wincing as the shock vibrated along the gouge on the back of her leg. Awesome. Because pounding an already injured limb into the ground was all kinds of genius. Still, the bauble was worth the effort as she bent to scoop it up in her mouth, spitting out the mud that came attached with a wrinkled nose. The heated, glass-like texture of it caused warmth to pool in her mouth, briefly making her wonder if her cheeks weren't lit up with orange. A glance around brought a fallen tree branch to her attention, wet and hanging with old locks of ambiguous green.
"Stand back, big'un." She warned the beast lightly, advice faintly garbled while she sucked in a breath to work coolness across her teeth. Except her day would be complete if she managed to swallow the bead and activate it in her belly. Fire materia did not sound like the type of treat anyone wanted to try and pass through their bowels. There was eating swords for money, and then there was spontaneous combustion brought about by sticking things where they weren't supposed to go. The air shimmered around the dead limb, and she dropped the train of thought to focus while murmuring lowly, tasting the sparking magic in her mouth. Clouds of grey smoke boiled into existence, the moldy feelers draped on the branch curling up and darkening. The fire burst orange and weak across its offered target, clinging to the branch with determination, crackling and voracious as the spell left it and only the wood remained to hold it to that plane.
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