Yuffie Kisaragi

[scrapdraught]

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[mogger]

[ yuffie is now in her proper outfit (which covers less than the robe did) and eying the coffins skeptically.... creeped out ]

Knowing the weirdos here? Probably.

But honestly, I don't think there's a non-creepy place to sleep.

[scrapdraught]

[These jrpg fits are going to haunt her longer than the ghosts will.]

Maybe it cancels out. The safest place to be is the objectively the worst one.

[mogger]

[ as they should. look at this degenerate ]

Wanna try hopping in one then?

[ innocently ]

[scrapdraught]

[Cocks her head.]

After you.

[waving a hand at the velvet innards.]

[mogger]

No thanks! I'm not Vincent.

[ she doesn't care how safe and supposedly cozy it is ]

[scrapdraught]

[Camille tilts the lid back over and lets gravity take care of the rest.]

I don't think we have a Vincent?

[mogger]

Not here, but there's a guy I know. He sleeps in one of these. Like, on purpose. He's a real weirdo.

[ unlike yuffie, who is totally normal ]

I bet he'd love it here.

[scrapdraught]

I'd hate to meet him.

[He sounds like a charmer.]

Don't tell me you're kicking around with vampires or something.

[mogger]

Nah! He's not a real vampire, just weird. And he mostly keeps to himself, so he'd probably be in a corner somewhere and never even talk to you.

[ is this at all reassuring?? no??? ]

What about you... um... Camille, right?

[scrapdraught]

There's a couple kids here that fit that description already.

[She nods, drumming her fingers on the now-closed coffin.]

Yeah, you got it. And you're Yuffie. The...ninja.

[mogger]

Only a couple?

[ why so sassy ]

Yeah, the great Yuffie! For the record, ninjas don't say "ninja" before they do anything. That's just dumb.

[ she has to clarify this because it's driving her insane ]

[scrapdraught]

Yeah, I figured that would nix the stealth aspect.

[The "great" Yuffie. Cute.]

You give yourself that title or did you earn it?

[mogger]

I earned it! With my incredible deeds! [ how dare u doubt her ]

What about you, Camille? What do you investigate?

[scrapdraught]

Sure.

[whatever you say kiddo.]

Not much. I'm a reporter, not a cop. And not a prestigious one at that.

[mogger]

What's with that "Sure"?

[ how dare ]

And? Gimme details already!

[scrapdraught]

I'm just looking forward to see you prove it.

[Meanwhile she cocks her head.]

I covered a lot of crime. Not stuff I feel great about sensationalizing. Dead babies and homeless casualties. You into that?

[mogger]

Oh, I'll prove it! [ don't u question her..... also i should have asked for a new pc so i could see camille's writing im sad now ]

Not really. Why do you have such a depressing job?

[ get out of journalism, camille... go back to school ]