Hey, has anyone seen that Sephiroth guy around?  Y'know, the one with the spifferifficly long sword? Yuffie and I have a favor a proposition something to ask him~

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(A few moments of silence before a couple of words are muttered in Al Bhed. Then she sighs and begins to speak.)

I go outside for five minutes to get some fresh air, and I get hit by a vilgehk snowball.

(Pause, and the sound of someone shifting around a lot of pillows.)

Except, wait. It wasn't a snow ball. It was an iceball. Big, big piece of ice, too. And it hurt. So much so, that I’ve got a nice, big bruise on my side. Which means I can’t wear any normal shirts, because it hurts. Because it was an iceball, not a snowball. So now, I’m also cold. And locked in an office, because I’ve decided it’s the safest place in this whole building.

If anyone needs me, I’ll be here, with my lifetime supply of chocolate chip cookies. I’m sure they’ll give me enough nourishment for the rest of forever.

Fryd ec fnuhk fedr baubma?

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(OOC; Lol, she's still normal. She's just complaining in general and pissed off because she thinks people have gone back to the whole hating Al Bhed thing. SHE’S PARANOID AFTER SEEING ALL THE INVERTED-PERSONALITY!PEOPLE, OKAY. ;~;)