SCAWWY 😱 yuffie

[concoctive]

Gazania is also called a treasure flower, and it represents wealth and richness in a spiritual meaning in many cultures. These flowers are nyctinasty, this means that the flowers close up at night or on cloudy days and open up when it is sunny. This plant species finds use in folk medicine for the treatment of infectious related ailments including fever, croup, and tuberculosis.

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week 0, tuesday (or late monday your pick)

[mogger]

[ wah I love this catchall so much!!! ]

[ yuffie is actually on the lookout for alfyn! he'll see her nyoom over to him with her arms in the air like an airplane. the words "sonon" and "nero" are tattooed across her bare midriff. gosh this is why you cover up yuffie!!! ]

Alfyn! Heeeey, Alfyn!

[concoctive]

[ THANK i enjoyed figuring out her flower while not going for the obvious white rose shenanigans in canon ]

Heeeeeeey, Yuffie! [ his own arms have saving him and not saving her on them, along with not being enough being one of the errant fears that's visible on his neck. close your fucking shirt, greengrass. ] What's up? You're awfully speedy today.

[mogger]

[ hehehe im very glad ]

Excuse you, I'm always speedy.

[ huffing as she runs up to him, but---- she does pause very visibly when she sees his sweet tats. for her part, "SONON" and "NERO" are inked across her bare midriff. she also needs to cover up ]

Oh, uh--- I was going to ask you something. [ but she is very clearly distracted ]

week 0, friday

[mogger]

[ yuffie is out running around all the locations fastly with her giant shuriken in her hand. she means business! and is obviously looking around for someone ]

You asshole! You can't just disappear!

[ she hasn't noticed him yet, which is weird of her ]

[concoctive]

[ welp, there she goes.

alfyn pauses in his steps as he wanders the village like it'll have answers, axe in hand - but he goes from the tension of being ready to defend himself, or someone else, and instead snaps the weapon into the loop on the back of his belt. ]

Yuff?

week 1, post cyoa

[mogger]

[ i guess they're holding hands all the way to wherever alfyn is being carted off to rest..... ]

[concoctive]

[ one of the abandoned island houses, apparently, as voted by multiple people. alfyn cannot complain, and is holding onto her hand without missing a single beat.

compared to when he's touched her wrist, though, his touch is freezing now. like a corpse. ]

week 2, tuesday

[mogger]

[ setting this to tuesday bc it's late...... also im making you memeshare first ]

Hey, Alfyn. I wanted to ask you something about the trial.

[concoctive]

[ holds my memshare for her in shaking hands belatedly after THIS WEEKS TRIAL.

alfyn looks up from where he's flipping through seed packets, putting them in his satchel and giving her a slight smile. ]

Sure, what's up..?

week 3, monday

[mogger]

[ hewwo alfyn...... yuffie is checking out the library, making a face at the mustiness ]

You think there's any good info in here?

[concoctive]

Could be. [ peering up at the shelves, before turning into his shoulder to muffle a sneeze into his bicep at the mustiness. ] Eurgh, I bet there's whole new kinds of mold in this place, though.

week 3, post-trial

[mogger]

[ yuffie just looks so drained ]

We only had two, we made a plan in the beginning, and everything still went balls to the wall crazy in the last 30 minutes... ugh.

[concoctive]

I think that's just how things are gonna be, even if we only lose one person Thursday night.

[ he's staring off into the distance right now, just kind of picking rosemary off its sprig and putting it into a little bundle as a mindless thing to do. ]

I saw there was other stuff goin' on besides Caelus and Miss Robin, but gods know what that was all about, whatever Mathis and Lavi were doin'.

week 4, monday

[mogger]

Hey, Alfyn!

[ she has those ac flowers over her head ]

Got a question for ya.

[concoctive]

[ return ac flowers! as he turns away from whatever he's rummaging through, curious immediately. ]

What's up, Yuff? Find somethin' excitin'?

Week 5 early Tuesday

[mogger]

[ setting this to that rare moment of time where no curses are happening ]

[ she just appears out of nowhere ]

Hey.

[ how are the vibes.... has the het been repaired? ]

[concoctive]

[ the het beam has been repaired! there's something grim in the undercurrent of his emotions, but a bastion of stubborn, determined hope is smothering it as he

jumps, bobbling the peach that he was eating. ]

Shucks, you think I'd be used to that. [ grips heart in one hand, catches peach in other. ] Hey, Yuff, what've you been up to today? Outrunnin' the curses every which way?

wk 5; thursday

[concoctive]

[ he's going looking for her after he's pretty sure she's done being in the swamp, after dealing with the second trip return because. exhausting. today is exhausting, and then they'll have to deal with curfew and losing someone. at least one someone if not more. ]

Yuff? How're you holdin' up..? You need anythin'?

[mogger]

[ she is just sitting on the formerly leeched couch in the haunted house. wrapped in a blanket so little of her is visible. still got that BADASS SCAR down her left eye ]

[ shakes her head.... but then winces like that caused discomfort ]

I'm okay. Just side effects.

Week 5, Saturday

[mogger]

[ yuffie is hanging out around the pyre. emotions are pretty tamped down, but she's sitting down on the bench and seems to be in thought ]

[concoctive]

[ his boots crunch on the ground around the pyre as he comes over, steps a little slow, but he's no longer stiff now that he's gotten out of the swamp and changed.

he sits down next to her, face pale, skin sweaty, and sighs deeply as he looks at where robin's in gay baby jail. ]

week 6, monday, postkissgate

[mogger]

[ she is burnt and muppet crying hi ]

[concoctive]

[ ohhhh noooo.

he kneels down to very gently scoop her up in his hands. ]

Ohhh, Yuff, in all that chaos I didn't see you.

week 7, saturday

[mogger]

[ she is a sheep!! baas at him ]

[concoctive]

[ stares down at this small sheep. ]

Oh boy. Mr. Essek and Mr. Gale sure left a trail of sheep behind 'em, huh... [ kneels down to her level and offers hand. ] Now, which friend are you..?