I won't pretend that I intend to stop living

[mildwildchild]

Who: erryone in Pride
What: recovering from the events of December 7
When: late December 7/early December 8 - ???
Where: Pride HQ and wherever else they're allowed to go
Warnings: Carnies? references to I Will Twist the Knife


So maybe you've just gotten back from the most mellow kidnapping ever and you're itching to tell your bandmates about what went on with the cool helmeted guys while everyone else was at that stuffy party. Unfortunately, you'll have to wait a little while to tell them, but that's okay - surely you can keep yourselves occupied until everyone else returns.

Or maybe you're one of those who wound up at that party of Naomi's, and your night was a little less fun. Now you're back at HQ, possibly with mended physical injuries and almost certainly with a few new psychological scars. Now's your chance to check in on your friends and bandmates who missed out on all the trauma and deal with things as best you can.

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[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie knows people got yanked. She knows Terry did. And she's not about to add herself to that list if she can help it. She's quiet all throughout Luci's moment of questioning, watching her closely.

Finally, Yuffie just reaches out, making sure not to touch the flames and wraps her hand around Luci's palm.]

I dunno know what's going on. I dunno know what any of this is. [She's very sure of herself the more she talks.]

The important part, the part that matters? You're my friend. I don't know what's happening to us, but that doesn't change. No matter what.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[For a brief second, it looks like Luci's misting up. Because it doesn't make sense, because there's no way she could be the devil, it's just a stage name. No matter how right it feels, it's just a name. But what if she is the devil? Who would she lose? Who would have new reason to despise her?]

[After a moment she yanks Yuffie into her arms, squeezing her tight and ruffling her hair.] You little-- [She laughs wetly, holding Yuffie to her in a firm hug.] Hey if I'm actually the devil, you can be my right hand lady and we'll keep raising hell together, okay?

[cleartranquil]

[And Yuffie clings right back. So what if her side hurts a little. It doesn't matter to her in the slightest. The important stuff, the really important stuff is being there for the people who need her, and right now Luci needs her. She tucks herself right into Luci's neck and turns her face so it's easier to talk after a moment.]

A' course. Where would you be without me?

[Yuffie sits back just enough to look at her.]

Besides. Ya ask most people we're all goin' anyway. It's more fun if you're rulin' it.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Luci smiles and huffs a little-- where indeed? Where would she be without the people who actually gave a shit for some reason? She wanted to feel their trust in her wasn't misplaced, that they had a reason to care that was solid. Without them, Luci felt like she would drift through life with no adventure.]

[She laughs and tweaks Yuffie across the nose with a finger.] It'd be a lot of fun if I had my say. Full of antics pulled on people who would laugh and appreciate them, or who really deserved them. Dancing, performing, doing what we want without managers looking over our shoulders. It'll be a party.

[cleartranquil]

[Yuffie's grinning so much it scrunches up her nose.]

Sounds like the best. Better than the best.

[After a moment Yuffie's expression looks painfully certain, a bit like she's suddenly gained self assuredness out of nowhere. It bubbles out of her like something infectious and giddy that she can barely explain.]

Look, whatever's goin' on, we're gonna be just fine. And whoever's doing all this to us? Messing with us? They're gonna go down. I don't know who they are, but no one messes with the Carnies. Right?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Luci loves seeing Yuffie grin like that. If any of them could be sure of their survival in this situation, it's Yuffie, and Luci is so thankful for it. In a time where she couldn't muster any confidence for herself, when she was afraid and couldn't stand to show it to Yuffie, leaning on Yuffie's smile is enough. She can't even bring herself to tell Yuffie about her deal with Lesedi yet, but maybe on a better day.]

No one at all, you got it dearest. [She squishes Yuffie close again and flops them down on the bed. Sitting up doesn't provide the best cuddling.] Oooh I'm so glad you're okay. No more murder parties. I need you too much.