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[attr=class,bulk] For how quickly Yuffie changed her tune, Celes had to wonder why no one had ever taken a stand with her before.
The girl was frantic, waving her arms around, making wild-eyed excuses that were just as ridiculous as the ones before. Only now, it seemed, she was truly desperate. It almost made Celes feel guilty for going to such extremes when clearly the girl cared very much about her place among them.
Almost.
But as Yuffie dashed back inside, promising to do as she was told, Celes couldn’t help but feel a tinge of satisfaction. Yuffie, she assumed, wasn’t a terrible child. She was immature. Entitled. Loud. Full of unnecessary bravado. All of that was true, but she didn’t seem cruel at least, and if her reaction had told her one thing, it was that the girl was quite desperate to belong.
That was a normal teenage experience, wasn’t it? Celes wracked her memory for stories that those with more conventional childhoods had told her. She couldn’t think of any. But that was what she got, running about with rebels and outcasts, wasn’t it?
Yuffie was gone for a few minutes this time which was…not enough to properly clean the mess of a broken potion bottle, but it was markedly better than the first time. Her attitude was better too. Celes could have done without all the pleading, but she far preferred it to childish power plays.
”It’s clean? So when I walk back in, I’ll find the potions on the counter, the floor swept free of glass, and the spill gone?” Celes fixed the girl with a stern look. She wasn’t exactly certain what a parent was supposed to act like, but this felt something like it. Perhaps she wasn’t quite so terrible with children as she’d once thought.
No matter how the girl answered, the effort was enough. This hadn’t really been about the potions at all, really. It was about the girl’s attitude, and with it changed so did Celes’ resolve. ”Fine. You can be a Dragonblade. For now. But you’re on probation. You may have fought gods before, but so have I. So have many of us. I care less about your usefulness in a fight and more how you’ll represent our name.”
She shook her head. ”I grew up a soldier,” she said. ”I became a general when I was eighteen. I then defected for the rebellion, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still remember what I was taught. A true leader isn’t the most powerful person in the room. It’s the one who shoulders the responsibilities of others. I train the recruits here. Their actions are on me, and if they can’t follow orders, I know their blood will be on my hands when they get themselves killed.”
It was a terrible weight, really, one she’d been forced to carry more times than she could count. First it had been on the battlefield for conquests she’d instigated. Now it was the lives of mercenaries. Their deaths had been markedly fewer, but each one weighed on her just the same.
If only she hadn’t given them such a difficult task. If only she’d trained them better. If only…
She sighed. ”I’m going to set a few ground rules, Yuffie. First, I need you to stop claiming to be one of our leaders. You’re also not to give orders to Tomoe. She doesn’t work for you. Second, you’re to follow my orders – when you’re on Dragonblades business, at least. This isn’t the military, but I am your superior. If I tell you to do something, it’s because I have a good reason for it.
Post by Yuffie Kisaragi on Jul 27, 2023 9:38:27 GMT -6
"Get ready , ZEPHRON, for YUFFIE!"
The Great Ninja Yuffie!
Yuffie did her best to radiate earnest compliance as Celes asked her if the area was clean. If the potions had been neatly put away. To which she paused, and looked a little sheepish. "Uhhh, totally. Yep. Totally did that second part too. On a completely unrelated note... be right back!" she said, before dashing back into the building again. A few more minutes passed, and then she re-emerged, with a more confident grin on her face. Right, that was sorted now. And she was sure Celes didn't suspect a thing! It was totally fine.
She listened as Celes gave her the speech. How she was a soldier. How she was used to following orders, and now she was a General and she gave orders and you had to follow them. Yuffie paused, contemplating for a moment. And then she replied. "I didn't grow up a soldier," Yuffie said, after a moment, and for the first time, her tone was nearly sincere. "I was gonna. I was MEANT to. My home was invaded when I was just a kid. By Shinra. We were a nation of a thousand years of tradition and history and they rolled in with mechs and robots and laser guns and genetically spliced super soldiers. And why? 'cause they wanted to build a reactor. See, they made these big reactors that suck up mako, which is, like, the life force of the planet. And they'd drained all their areas dry, so they set their eyes on us. And when my Dad said no, they attacked us. And I was just a kid and I grew up always ready for the fight back. Ready to kick their butts and save my home! Except, before I was old enough..." Yuffie paused.
"....They won. My old man surrendered. And I had to watch as Shinra rolled in and stripped from us everything that we ever were. A thousand years of history, of culture, of all our proud warrior traditions, and it was all stripped away and we were turned into a joke. And I just had to watch as the Shinra gaijin came to my home and didn't even use it as a military base or anything. They turned us into a vacation destination. All that stuff that meant so much to me? It became a joke. A stupid thing they posed with. They bought toy shurikens and ninja headbands and posed for photographs with them while they laughed at all the stuff that mattered. And the only order I ever got was 'do nothing'. 'Respect Shinra'. 'Let them walk all over us'. 'Stand down'," Yuffie explained, her eyes a little glassy as she talked.
"...and I said no. So I grew up learnin' to disobey orders, to NOT do what I was told, 'cause what I was told was wrong. I fought back against Shinra. And, look, I know I get it wrong sometimes. I made lots of mistakes. But in the end, Shinra is gone, and Wutai is free. So... I'm sorry if I'm kinda a brat. But my entire life, all I've known, is I gotta disobey. I gotta not do as I'm told. An' sometimes, I guess, it's just what I fall back on. 'cause it's, like, what I always do..." Yuffie explained with a slight sigh.
"I guess what I'm sayin' is... I'll try. To do what you tell me," Yuffie said with a nod. "But it's gotta make sense! 'cause the second you give me an order I don't agree with, and I'm not doin' it. I've met lots of Shinra people since the war in Wutai. And do you know what they all say? 'We were followin' orders'. And that's never gonna be me. 'I was following orders' is never gonna be my excuse. I do what I think is right!" she said with determination.
And then she paused.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaand sometimes what I think is gonna be funny. So, um, I'll promise to work on that second bit," she said with enthusiastic determination.
[attr=class,bulk] Celes wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing. She was talking to Yuffie, obviously, but she hadn’t gone into it with any kind of plan. She only said what came naturally to her, and in this particular instance, the words came more naturally than most. She’d dealt with plenty of insubordination in her time, and she knew exactly the stance, the look, and the words to address it. Yuffie might have been a tad unique, but that didn’t mean that Celes had to flounder about in her handling of it.
What she didn’t generally do with other insuboordinate recruits was reveal her past affilliations, but again, the words had come naturally, and as she saw the girl’s expression change to something far less grandiose, Celes knew it had been the right choice.
Yuffie, it seemed, had quite the story of her own.
Celes listened patiently, trying her best to keep up with the proper nouns and world-specific lingo. For once, Yuffie didn’t make it hard, and for once, Celes’ own experiences made the story easy enough to understand. It was a tale she’d heard a dozen times – a tale that she herself had enacted on the wrong side of things. It was a tale of war and conquest and an endless lust for power and resources. Yuffie was a survivor of that war, condemned to see the nation she loved stripped for its resources and treated like nothing more than a joke for all its differences in culture from its invaders.
And that was why she found it difficult to follow orders. She was a rebel at heart. Celes could hardly fault her for that.
As Yuffie finished her story, Celes couldn’t help but smile. It was far warmer than anything she’d previously thought possible in the girl’s presence.
”You’re right,” she said which was also something she hadn’t expected to admit to anything the girl had to say. ”I would never ask you to go against your own moral code. You have to think for yourself, or did you forget that I joined a rebellion?” She gave a short laugh, shaking her head.
”I wish there had been someone to tell me that when I was your age. All I ever knew was the chain of command. Disobeying orders was insubordination which could count as treason. I never thought to question it. Not until one of the other generals decided to poison the river of a castle under siege. I objected, he called it treason, and I was sentenced to death by my own emperor.” Her smile turned dry and humorless. ”If a certain rebel hadn’t come along by my prison cell to see what he thought to be a damsel in distress chained to the dungeon wall, I wouldn’t have lived past the following morning.”
This was…not how she preferred to introduce herself to strangers. Given the girl’s history, she wondered if admitting that she’d been an accessory to conquest herself was wise. But emotional honesty had proven effective before so why not try it again?
”What I mean to say is that I understand. If you ever object to something we ask of you then by all means, disobey. You’re your own person, after all, and I’m certainly not perfect. But I want it to be because you really and truly object. Not just because you don’t want to.”
Celes crossed her arms. That was enough of that, she thought. ”With that said. Are you ready to prove yourself?”
Post by Yuffie Kisaragi on Aug 4, 2023 10:27:00 GMT -6
"Get ready , ZEPHRON, for YUFFIE!"
The Great Ninja Yuffie!
"You joined a rebellion?" Yuffie asked after a moment. She wasn't sure that Celes had told her that bit. The way she said it as if Yuffie had forgotten meant that she had probably told her at some point, but as per Yuffie's usual approach, she probably hadn't been listening. "I was a rebel! I was part of the New Wutai Government, rebelling against our old rule to restore Wutai. Then I joined another rebellion. Kinda. I joined Avalanche. I'm a double rebel!" she said proudly. Ha. Beat that, Celes!
"I promise! I will be super good at representing the Dragoblades. Heck, I'm the BEST at representing your name! Have you SEEN how I introduce myself? I know how to talk a team up! I can make the Dragonblades sound like the COOLEST people on the planet! Which you are! 'cause you have me in you!" she remarked. And then she paused. "...Okay that came out wrong," she added quickly. "Although, to be honest, I've never got why that whole 'being inside someone' gag is meant to be so dirty and gross. I mean, what's it even mean- OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Wait a minute! I get it! ...... Ewwwwww. Nevermind," she made a face, sticking her tongue out a little.
"See, I KNEW about the chain of command when I was young, it's just, it totally didn't apply to me! I told you, my old man was the ruler of Wutai. So I'm totally kinda sorta basically a princess. I mean, we don't call me that AND frankly princesses are wusses and I'm a badass ninja," she threw some air punches to demonstrate, "But it meant, what was my old man gonna do? Stick me in jail? Phhhhbt. If I skipped my training or maybe that one time I broke into the Pagoda and knocked that 2000 year old vase over? Nobody's gonna do anythin' to me! I'm Yuffie Kisaragi!" she explained cheerfully. Of course, at the same time, it probably explained a few things about why Yuffie was how she was. The daughter of the ruler was unlikely to have to follow the same rules as everyone else, and it was clear that she was used to getting away with anything. "Ummmm, which, totally doesn't apply here I knoooow," she added quickly.
Yuffie rolled her eyes a little and let out a groan.
"Right, right, okay, got it! I promise I will only disobey if I have a super good reason!" she assured Celes. Although of course, what counted as a Yuffie-good-reason and what counted as a Celes-good-reason were probably two different things...
And then she bounced with excitement, clenching her two fists to herself.
"Alright! Now we're talkin'! What are we doin'? Fighting!? Let's gooooo!"she cheered, getting ready and throwing some more of her air punches.
Well, that certainly explained…everything now that she thought of it.
While the girl was clearly quite proud to be part of a rebellion (a double rebel as she called it – as though trying to one up Celes’ own experiences), she was also apparently a princess. Celes didn’t know much about the conventions of royalty, but she’d always imagined a princess to act somehow more refined. Weren’t there classes on etiquette or something of the sort? Regardless, Yuffie had lived quite the privileged life until the fall of her nation. Her father, it seemed, had no interest in disciplining his daughter even when she caused untold destruction.
What do you get when a privileged young girl who had never been told no in her life suddenly gets thrust into a rebellion? Why, Yuffie of course.
She was overconfident. She was prideful. She thought that she could, in fact, walk in and run the place. She was also a child, Celes had to remind herself, though when Celes had been this girl’s age…
She didn’t know Yuffie’s exact age, but Celes must have seen battle by then. And if she had destroyed some priceless artifact of Vector, she would have seen prison time at the very least.
It was with great effort that Celes swallowed back her resentment, took a deep breath, and said simply, ”I see.”
She did not trust Yuffie’s idea of a “super good reason” to disobey, but that would come later. It was clear that this child needed discipline in her life. It was also clear that the girl would fight every attempt to give it to her. But perhaps with time and an indomitable will, it could be done, and who better to make an attempt than ex-general Celes Chere?
”That won’t be necessary,” Celes said as Yuffie pumped herself up for a fight. ”If Caius has already tested your skills in combat then I don’t need to see it for myself. I’d rather score your other strengths and weaknesses. It’s how we know how to delegate our members to different tasks.”
Or at least it was how she had always done it. She had no idea how Caius had handled the onboarding of new recruits in her absence.
”We’ll start with your endurance,” Celes continued as she walked over to a nearby shed and, after sifting through their collection of practice weapons and gardening supplies, pulled out a clipboard, a pen, and a paper. She closed the shed door and started back towards Yuffie, clipboard in hand. ”Eight laps around the training yard. I want to see how you do.” Of course, the training yard was still muddy from the recent rain showers, but that would only help the assessment. If the girl was afraid to get mud splattered then it would go right in her file.
”After that, we’ll do sprints. Then I’d like to see your dexterity, acrobatics, balance, and the technique of your attacks on a training dummy. After that, I’ll judge your magic if you have access to it.”
It would be a long afternoon, and likely an even longer one for Yuffie. But perhaps this would Celes’ first step in proving who, exactly, was actually in charge.
