scawwy ✦ yuffie kisaragi

[recession]

something here eventually possibly

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[recession]

[ Ah... how did it end up like this.

He looks on somewhat witheringly (for himself), but he will follow. ]

This is the church...

[mogger]

[ i'm pretending this is one of the rare times the bible is there. picking it up ]

So does this look like gibberish to you or what?

[recession]

Ah -- careful with that...!

[ Woh there!! ]

[mogger]

[ stops moving while holding it ]

What? What? What did I do?

[recession]

It's cursed in some way.

I wouldn't recommend holding onto it overlong -- causes auditory hallucinations and more...

[mogger]

[ puts it down immediately ]

... Geez. Did you find that out the hard way?

[recession]

I did.

[ WOMP. ]

So do be careful. Try not to mess around with things that look like they could practically be stamped with a label reading "ominous".

[mogger]

[ listen they don't have the bible in ff7 okok they have their own religion problems ]

Alright, alright! I'm sorry.

Are you okay now? Did it go away on its own? [ is he still hallucinating.... ]

[recession]

Yeah. Nothing else that isn't just regular ambient noise here.

[ Rubs his temple a little bit. ]

Everything here is definitely committed to adding to the atmosphere.

[mogger]

Maybe you should be more careful, Daan.... [ he is the one who is perpetually going thru it ]

Yeah, the whole theme. [ digging through the rest of the church stuff, despite being told to be careful 30 seconds ago ] And nothing useful, either.

[recession]

It was pretty early on in everything. And usually, tomes are pretty tame as long as they're not read from...

[ So he didn't expect like, sudden book possession. In his defense, he is someone who actually learns. He doesn't want to go through it again thanks. ]

On the other hand... no traps. That's a small comfort.

[mogger]

You deal with cursed tomes a lot or something? Or was it just that place you told me about?

[ where everything is cursed ]

If there were any, I would have found and disarmed 'em already. [ okay yuffie ]

[recession]

I don't make a habit of it, no... I'd rather avoid occult tomes entirely, actually.

[ Everything is cursed all of the time. ]

Mhm. You know how to do that?

[mogger]

Me too.... but I bet we'll have to use one to unlock a room or something, knowing this place.

[ puzzles.... ]

'Course I do! Are you doubting the great ninja Yuffie?

[recession]

Not really. Just making sure.

I don't see any right now, but if we do, let's put those skills of yours to good work.

[mogger]

You shouldn't ever doubt me, Daan!

Don't worry, I started scoping the place out already. If I find any, I'll let you know.

[recession]

Told you I wasn't.

[ Is he just saying that to placate her? Eh, maybe. ]

...

See anything interesting?

[mogger]

[ she believes him to be 100% sincere ]

More haunted, creepy crap. Not even a single treasure chest.

[ sighs dramatically.... oh the humanity ]

[recession]

Unfortunately, doesn't look like the former residents left much for us to play around with.

[ Womp. ]

This place has been abandoned for a while, I think.

[mogger]

What a bunch of cheapskates.

[ surely the issue here.... ]

Almost makes ya wonder what is used to be like.

[recession]

Not much benefit to wondering... and honestly, not a lot of foundation to imagine anything particularly interesting.

[ If only they had like... an abandoned store, or a big shot's mansion. That'd definitely be more interesting than this. ]

[mogger]

Yeah, aside from a cult. [ making a face at the church ] And... farmers. Farmer cult.

[recession]

...

Sure?

[ He's not sure where she got farmers from unless it's just the horsemen and their garden, but he doesn't really care what kind of people the cultists are. ]

Cultists are pretty broad though. All sorts of people... can rule some kinds out, but you never know.

[mogger]

[ the barn, mainly.... she just associates it with farmers ]

You meet a lot of cultists or something?

[ in his sad, depressing life ]

[recession]

...

You could say that. In a way.

Any more than zero is frankly too many.