melodiesoflife | The Shopkeeper's Daughter: Act 2

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The Shopkeeper's Daughter: Act 2

Characters: Lots!
Where: The hospital; the shopkeeper's shop; just outside the Chocobo Farm; in the wilderness; on the plateau.
When: September 12-13
Summary: It's time for The Shopkeeper's Daughter to get properly underway. Here we have act 2!
Warnings: Possibly some violence...

Overture
It’s market day in Aqures Ixen. People stream out of their homes and into the common areas, carrying all kinds of items, for bartering is just as popular on these days as buying things outright. Market days always bring with them a special kind of energy. Anything is possible on these days. One never knows what treasures one might find for sale. Except, of course, for Baltoro’s Blooms.

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The Heroes make good time, settling in for the night at the edge of a small, sparse forest. Just past the uneven line of trees, the ground gets rocky and begins to slope upward. Their destination is within reach…but first, sleep.

She liked trees and that included sleeping in them. With her chocobo tied to the trees base, Yuffie jumped up into it's branches and began to wrap them together to make a quick but sturdy bed. It was how she preferred to camp because it kept her items close to her and she was out of harms way from most things.

She laid down her cloak over their prickly leaves and to fill in holes of empty space that lead to the ground below. She then set her pack down as a pillow.

"And! A bed!" Yuffie grinned at her work, looking at the others below.

"Hey that's pretty neat. Honestly this is my first time sleeping outside like this. Like... outside a city and everything." She stares up at the sky, kind of in awe.

"You know, I thought a sky like this could only be seen from a colony. All the stars, the occasional ship entering the Earth's atmosphere..."

Yuffie looked down curiously. "First time, EVER, sleeping outside?" Considering the young thief almost lived outside at times she found that hard to believe.

She rolled on her stomach to face Allenby as the tired moogle wrapped himself in Yuffie's cloak.

"What is your home like?"

That was going to be an adventure to explain, but maybe Yuffie might understand some.

"Home? Please, don't play it up. It was a training facility and that's it. I never really had a 'home', at least not up until the Gundam Fight Finals." And she suspects that last bit went over her head.

"But it was cold, plain, tiny windows... At least the bed was soft..." she says, trying to say something more... descriptive about it.

"That doesn't sound like fun." Yuffie was confused but she was also interested, so it was one of the few moments she practiced patience. Her moogle grunted, indicating that he wanted her to be quiet so he could sleep.

She smiled at him before turning back to her conversation. "What's a Gundam Fight?" She whispered as she carefully pronounced each word.

"Well... it's kind of hard to explain, but... it's a big tournament between all the countries to determine the next President of Countries." she says, not caring for either moogle trying to sleep. Maybe something would ping more than interest, like, being from the same place but not having known.

"And the Gundams... they're like... gigantic suits of the armor in some of the shops. Bigger than the buildings here. WHen you get inside, the machine does everything you do. You punch; it punches."

Yuffie's smile slowly widens at the explanation. "That sounds amazing!" She wasn't whispering anymore and was to excited to care. Her moogle grunted, snatched up Yuffie's jacket and flew over to a quieter area to sleep.

The young girl smiled sheepishly as the Mooshoo made his grand exit. "I like the idea of a tournament to determine who's in charge. If that was the case where I'm from I would have my country back!" She might be a little over confident in her abilities.

"Well, that's the idea. The best fighter from every country goes down to Earth in their Gundam and fight's it out. This last one ended up kind of a huge mess though." she explains. You'd think someone who participated would be a little more hype but, she looks visibly... not bored, and not distraught but... certainly not pleased with the topic at hand.

But there's no way without knowing that without pressing on, now is there?

"A huge mess? Still it sounds better... at least better than a bunch of people dying in a big war." She had experienced her own horror's of war and didn't much care for it.

It would be nice if things could be solved so simply, like what Allenby described but Yuffie knew better than to believe that.

"Oh, definitely. And it worked for... hmm... thirteenth so... Fifty-two years before someone got greedy! That plus some other unrelated stuff getting mixed up and throwing a wrench in everything." she explains.

"It all got cleared up but... it all ended up being a war anyway. Not overly terrible, but certainly scary. When you only have about two-hundred mobile suits to fight off a whole monster of a colony..."

Yuffie's head rolled to the side slightly as she shifted to look around them. "ALl wars are terrible." Her voice was soft as she thought out loud.

"Where you in the fight then?" Her voice got louder as she directed her question down to Allenby.

"Well yeah, unquestionably but I mean... it was everyone and the Earth against the Devil Gundam... I think maybe only a few hundred were lost but... really the whole community ended up better for it at the end... It's... It's war... it's complicated." she says, trying to explain things in as short a story as possible.

"Yeah, both the tournament and the war afterward. And right after that, I ended up here."

"Devil Gundam? Is that a monster?" She was used to monsters in her world, though now she was trying to imagine a Gundam and it just looked weird.

Yuffie rolled around so that she was facing the sky but still able to talk to her companion.

"Long story short, yes. A monster the size of one of our colonies. I'd guess it probably about the size of Aquares Ixen, if not even bigger." she explains, trying to give a scope of size to someone unfamiliar with it.

"But everyone worked together to stop it. It was shortly after that I ended up here... which is why I can't believe my homeworld is just... gone." she says.

After a few moments, she isn't sure if the girl's gone off to sleep yet but eventually pipes up. "So... what's your place like?"

Yuffie doesn't believe that a world can just vanish but then again she doesn't want to be proven wrong either. "My world is just a normal world, I guess."

It was obvious she really didn't understand the question. After all, her world had trees and towns like any other place.

"Normal's pretty contexual but... well... like, no monsters or robots or magic-slinging girls in short skirts?" she asks. It's not unpossible that her world was 'normal' but... it didn't seem that likely.

"We have monsters and magic and robots... isn't that normal?" Yuffie looked down again curiously.

"We also have magic-slinging girls in short skirts. Also magic slinging guys. Though sadly, they don't usually wear short skirts."

"Half of that isn't normal... We just had monsters, but even those were robots... I don't have magic where I'm from... But after explaining the Gundams..."

She thinks for a moment. "No... no I'm wrong. It's not magicmagic, but it's pretty much magic." she says. "I told you about my world... you wanna talk about yours, or you wanna quit makin the moogles mad cuz we're not sleeping too?" She didn't get to have "girly" conversations like this back home, or, any manner of 'sleep over'.

"I'm not really tired." Which was her way of saying that she enjoyed talking and wasn't ready to go to sleep.

"My world, huh, I'm not really sure how to describe it. I'm from Wutai. Its a great village of ninja's and I'm the best one of all."

Luffy has spent many evenings under the sky, but he hasn't necessarily ever used such equipment before. While the small sleeping back doesn't look complicated, Luffy, try as he might, meets the ties which keep his bag intact and the result is rather perplexing.

Tugging at twine offers no reprieve for his tired legs, instead the lad can only muster groans and frustrated screams as he tries to undo the knot he'd made earlier. Seems as though he's having the most difficult of times in trying to dismantle his sleeping arrangements.

"COME ON! COME UNDONE! IT'S SLEEP TIME!" Slamming the bag against the dirt does nothing, nor does trying to chew on the twine.

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