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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Oct 17, 2015 9:29:31 GMT -6
Yuffie had been contacted to meet someone in the park for a job. So after bidding goodbye to Vincent, she headed to the park. She held her shuriken, just in case she needed to defend herself or it was a trap for the police. It wasn't often she got to do a job on her own anymore without Edward or Vincent. While she didn't mind, it was just harder to pull off a job with two people.
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Post by Edward Kenway on Oct 19, 2015 15:35:30 GMT -6
From the shadows, heavy footprints were heard as out walked a tall man, dressed in blue armor and with a clear dome around his head "So you are the ninja who could steal anything?" he asked in a monotonous, robotic like voice. He had no hair, but had on goggles that made his eyes look pure red.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Oct 19, 2015 15:43:42 GMT -6
Yuffie carefully regarded him. "Depends who is asking." She said. "Cause a name would be nice. I'm Yuffie Kisaragi! The White Rose of Wutai! And you better remember it!"
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Post by Edward Kenway on Oct 20, 2015 9:05:35 GMT -6
He doesn't seem impressed.... or even amused. He simply looked and said "Names are for friends. You may call me Mister Freeze" he said.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Oct 20, 2015 15:25:59 GMT -6
"Fine. Frosty. So... why are you asking about theft?" she asked, purposefully getting his name wrong simply because he had ignored her.
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Post by Edward Kenway on Oct 27, 2015 16:10:34 GMT -6
He looks at her "Because I need funds. Funds for a important project" he said. He didn't show a single emotion as he looked at her "I need enough to at least get some more workers or parts to help transfer and make the project more... easy to access" he said as he looked down at her.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Oct 28, 2015 20:48:45 GMT -6
"And... What am I getting out of helping you exactly?" Yuffie asked. She didn't quite do charity cases anymore. Just the jobs that peeked her interest. This just seemed like some smart non-rich guy, trying to find funds to do his experiments. She knew all too well about scientists and their experiments.
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Post by Edward Kenway on Nov 2, 2015 15:06:46 GMT -6
"You get the satisfaction of helping my dying patient" he said. Internally he hated calling her a patient or a subject, but he couldn't tell her, simply because he couldn't trust her.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Nov 2, 2015 21:30:47 GMT -6
Yuffie heaved a heavy sigh. It wasn't much in monetary payment but she also couldn't let someone die on good conscious. "Yeah... yeah... okay. So money. Got any places you want me to go first?" she asked.
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Post by Edward Kenway on Nov 24, 2015 21:28:30 GMT -6
He looks at her "That is of no concern for me. Rob a family, rob a bank, rob another thief. Just get the money" he said, monotonous as always.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Nov 26, 2015 17:04:23 GMT -6
Yuffie folded her arms across her chest. "Right... Okay." she said slowly. She could figure something out.
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Post by Edward Kenway on Nov 30, 2015 10:53:52 GMT -6
He tossed her some cold, metal orb "That will receive the coordinates of where to drop the money off at when you have it. Have a good day" he said as he turned and started to walk away. Perhaps one of her old contacts could help in getting the cash? Perhaps Vincent or Edward.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Dec 3, 2015 20:25:55 GMT -6
Yuffie made a face. Her client was a little annoying. And he was making her do this pro-bono. She sighed. She would have to go find Edward. He knew the most about money... Then again Vincent was fantastic back up. She made a face. She supposed she would have to see Vincent eventually and she had to get her tools of the trade at home.
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Post by Edward Kenway on Dec 11, 2015 12:01:57 GMT -6
At home, Vincent was sitting on the couch, cleaning his gun and patching up his coat. Judging by the marks on his coat, must of had a fire demon attack.
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Post by Tifa Lockhart on Dec 12, 2015 11:20:34 GMT -6
Yuffie flounced into the house. She flashed Vincent a smile, dusted a small patch of his cloak off when she saw there was some soot left before heading up to her room to grab her gear - only the essentials for thieving. She was concerned about the job of course. She wasn't getting paid for this, granted she could take a cut at the end of the profits. There was nothing stopping her client from trying to off her after she got the money for him. Trying being the key word because she was very good at getting out of bad situations. She didn't want to worry Vincent or Edward with her qualms.
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