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Wutai, Yuffie's house

"N-no, it's nothing bad. Just informative, I guess." He shrugged and smiled softly. The last thing Demyx wanted was to make Yuffie worry. When she worried, the ninja tended to leave her common sense behind.

"I'll wait for you guys to get settled though, so take your time." The musician waved his hand, indicating she finish what she had been working on before they sat down to talk. He didn't want to bother her while she was getting things ready for their guests. One reason was because they were guests, and the other was that well.... Sloth had really told him alot. It would take a bit of time to sit down and relay it all.

Turning around, he started heading towards some of the other rooms, tidying up as he went.

Wutai; Street outside Yuffie's Home

Sloth... He had to trust Sloth... It was the only way Roxas would ever be able to bring Namine back. And this plan of his was almost too far fetched to believe but what choice did he have? There was no other way to Kingdom Hearts. Sloth was off finding these other Heartless he mentioned and Roxas, well, first he had to find Sora.

But this was a world he had never been to before.

Roxas had taken the blank card that had been in his pocket to transport him to Wutai, the world which Sora had previously mentioned. But the blonde had never expected something so... peculiar, though it did have a remarkable resemblance to the Land of Dragons.

But now where should he go? Roxas stared confused at the many buildings, lost and overwhelmed.

Sora... where is Sora...?

((ooc: Note that there will be a backflash of what happened between Sloth and Roxas. But for now, it's a sekrit. :B))

Elizabeth nodded at Yuffie, understanding what the girl was telling her. She needed to find Will and Sora and this Demyx character. Perhaps he knew a place where she could get her shirt fixed.

Elizabeth wandered around a little more trying to find the front room Yuffie had spoken of. There she saw Will and Sora. At least she knew where they were. Elizabeth took a few steps into the room, before stopping and closing her shirt with her hands.

"Will! How long have I been out?" she asked. Before he could answer Elizabeth turned to Sora.

"Is the young blond man Demyx?" She needed to know at least who he was if she was going to speak with or address him in the future. She had so many questions that needed answers, questions that confused her but now was not the time. There were more important things, like replacing this shirt.

"Do any of you know where I can replace this shirt?" asked Elizabeth. This time she quieted to let Will and Sora answer.

The Bridge

The pulse was low and the beat matched the dull roar in her ears as she mounted the final slope, leaning forward to milk every inch of momentum she had worked to gain as she rode the slab of rock downward and into what remained of the crowd of garden-variety Heartless. Prickly leaves and thorned vines continued to reach wildly for the Turk, even as the pathetic creatures 'leased their final cries and dissipated into nothing.

Shlick! Another knife sliced through the air and found what would have been the most crucial of arteries, resulting in the immediate dissipation of her unfortunate target.

Three, tw--
None.

Schirhart directed the slab at the base of a large rock nearby before she abandoned it, straightening up upon making a smooth landing. Had it been a regular day, she might have looked neat after such an encounter, but, as things stood, her tie hung loose about her neck, the first few buttons of her white shirt were undone, and her collar was standing up -- guarding the reddened skin of her neck from view. It was nothing a potion couldn't take care of, but...in some ways, it was. It really was.

The Turk smoothed her suit carefully before she began to redo the buttons, conscience of her appearance simply due to the circumstances and personnel involved in a meeting scheduled to take place at that very place. Her knives were quickly retrieved from the filthy earth before she began to climb the hill again, giving her pant's leg a prompt slap to rid the fine black fabric of any red dust on her way up. She moved quickly, her pace one to be reckoned with, in any case. Anything to keep from thinking, to live anywhere but in those accursed moments...

...But she was calm. The others would be returning to Gaia shortly. The Resistance was alive and well. The holidays were right around the corner...and a certain silver-haired psycho wasn't. Nothing was wrong.

So, why did she feel threatened? Why did she feel her fingers close intently about blade between her fingers, the rush of battle being followed by something else...something... ...truly dangerous. It was as though someone had discovered the things no one was meant to see, the things the dead wore upon their stitched lips after she sent them on their way with a coin in their closed eye, and was holding it over her, against her. For the first time, she had to wonder...and she refused.

Turning the knife in her fingers, Hart paused to test the planks of the old bridge. It seemed sturdy enough.

'..Hurry it up, Goggle Boy.' She thought to herself, glancing up and into the empty sky.

The Bridge

There was nothing quite like being tackled headlong by a hyper young ninja and bowled right back into the dust one had just escaped. It was rather hard to be bitter, though...seeing as it was the first genuine contact she had had since her unintended arrival in Wutai. That being said, Hart was more than happy to forgive. Her suit would just have to deal with it.

"Well, I'm glad to see you, too, Yuffie." The Turk said, accepting the hand extended as she made it back to her feet. She nodded, beginning to dust herself off again-- knife switched to her proper hand as she checked her collar. Some things didn't need to be seen. "Born ready...but..you wouldn't happen to have a potion on you, would you?"

...It was kind of a give away, but she wanted the red gone. The urge to scratch and claw at the skin wouldn't stop until it was healed...and the longer she waited, the more likely it was that her self-inflicted abrasions would remain present and visible for the world to see.

Collar down, Tseng would notice.
She didn't exactly feel like explaining it, either.

The Bridge

The bottle was accepted with a gracious nod of thanks; however, Hart wasted little time in popping the cork and downing the bottle. It was best not to procrastinate when it came to the consumption of standard potions. They just didn't taste good...which was exactly why she had encouraged many of her associates in ShinRa's science department to come up with flavored potions. They were still working on that, though.

"Right." After reuniting the cork and bottle, Hart nodded and took a step forward, waiting for the hostess to lead. Once they got under way, she gave a slight nod. The President had said discretion was highly valued. The least she could do was honor his request concerning the assumed landing point. "I hope it wasn't too much trouble. Coming out here, I mean."

It was a hardly tactful diversion from the light bubbling in her stomach as the potion went to work. She didn't have to feel her neck to know the scratches were already fading. The collar and tie would be adjustable momentarily.

Wutai: Yuffie's House

For a while, Schirhart had questioned whether or not civilization wasn't some wild notion created by her mind in response to her dehydrated state. Fortunately, the sight of the peaceful village -- the birth place of her ancestors -- put her mind at ease. She had slowed just a little to glance about for a moment, noting the tall tower beyond a rather large house, if that was what it was, that seemed isolated from the rest of the village.

It really was quite breath taking, that first glimpse. Even the knowledge of the Heartless' presence on the island could not shake the feeling that, in its own way, this was truly sacred ground. This was the place where her mother had been born and raised. Wutai.

'Mother...' Hart was shaken from her thoughts as Yuffie spoke up again.

"Here we are!! Don't be scared of my friends....they're awesome!! Demyx, guys? I'm back!!"

The Turk smiled and nodded, stepping through the door after the energetic ninja. She moved quickly so that Yuffie could close the door, then paused, coughing into her hand briefly before folding the collar down and straightening her tie. There wasn't a trace of the number she'd done on her neck.

"Ah, Yuffie," she paused, scratching the back of her head a little timidly, "do you think I could grab a shower before I..."

Well, it was rather obvious why. Firstly, not all the dirt had come off the suit from the tackle. Secondly, she was presenting herself to new people. And thirdly, she represented ShinRa -- namely the Turks.

Wutai: Yuffie's House

Hart was quick to pass a "thank you" to Yuffie before retreating into the bathroom. She closed the door and immediately leaned against it, a hand turning the lock and securing the latch before she quietly sank to the floor. A light sigh fell from her lips as she closed her eyes, allowing her head to fall back against the door with a light 'thump'. What a day. She didn't even want to think about it...well, most of it.

Pulling herself up from the floor, she acquainted herself with the shower's means of operation by trial and error, letting the water run regularly for warming purposes. In the meantime, she made quick work of the literal arsenal hidden upon herself -- well, as quick as one can be with so many different attachments hooked to oneself. Holsters, knives, dagger and spike...she was wearing more than she usually did, but it hardly seemed enough with -- perhaps some thoughts were better left alone when handling a 45 magnum in someone else's home.

She turned the water off after she was certain she had completely disarmed herself. Knives of all shapes and sizes littered the counter in addition to the long knife, the holsters, and the spike. The gloves soon joined them; however, she hesitated when she came to the issue of her suit. There was more than one way to wash a suit, yes, but...well, she didn't have much choice, did she. Her eyes searched the room briefly, catching sight of an ironing board. That would do nicely, but first...

The mini laptop was set upon the counter with due care and plugged so that it would regain its charge. She pulled the cover over the toilet and sat down on it, adjusting her laptop so that she could better observe the screen. Drawing the remaining items from their place tucked within her suit, she placed them upon the table. She then picked up a small device shaped something like a bug and plugged it into one of the laptop's outlets, then inserted a CD. The screen went black before a blue bar came up. "Loading..6%."

Washing oneself was one thing. As much as lingering would have been nice, Hart made a mental note to do no such thing. It was the clothes that took such a great amount of time, but the bathroom was a decent base of operations.

[OOC: >_> She'll be coming out after a few other people's post. So yes. W00t.]