[From here, and timewarping so that she doesn't stare at Peter in his spandex and no playercest occurs al;sjajdsf. ALSO FOR KLAVIER AND BATTLER? 8D]Klavier hadn't arrived yet. His room might be a bit further away than hers. Her map wasn't well labeled, but it looked like there were two men's blocks just above hers. It would make sense that he would need some extra time to get here if he was sleeping in one of those
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The main corridor. This was where he was supposed to be meeting Claire. She was new, but she was sharp, so he was sure she wasn't going to have any trouble moving from the patient rooms to this point. What he hadn't been expecting, however, was that she'd get there before he did.
Klavier spotted her quickly enough, momentarily surprised by that fact, but soon shifted to a bright smile. He approached, lifting the pipe in his right hand slightly in a sort of distracted greeting. "My, you move quickly, Fräulein. I didn't keep you waiting for too long, I hope?"
He vaguely noted the girl's clothes as he got closer. Judging by their condition, she must have found them lying around here somewhere. Personally, Klavier wouldn't have even considered taking clothes in that kind of condition let alone wearing them, but he also fully understood the desperation to have something... "normal" in this place. Something familiar. Anything. So even if they were in horrible condition, they were still a more normal alternative to the
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A familiar figure stepped out from the entrance. Claire straightened, easing the frown from her face in favour of a smile. "No. Not at all. It's only been a few minutes
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Apparently, Claire didn't plan to extend the same courtesy back and had decided to comment on his clothing. Or more question him on them. The smile faded a little into confusion.
"My clothes back?" he repeated. What was she talking about? The only clothes in his room were the new and old uniforms. Given the choice of wearing one or the other, he actually preferred the one that felt more like clothes and less like loose-fitting pajamas. But Claire was speaking as though it was not only possible to have something different, but it was something expected. "Are you... talking about my actual clothes? From back home
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[from herp derp.If he were to be honest, Battler couldn't help but feel a bit unsettled as he made his way through the halls. It wasn't the halls themselves, or the atmosphere, or even what had happened the previous night. Those on their own were easy enough to deal with. However, the pieces fit together to create a whole, and that combination was enough to create a totally different outlook
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What she was wearing when they took her? That... made sense, actually. They did all wake up here already in uniform, after all. As unsettling as it was to imagine, the people here had actually removed their clothes and redressed them before they'd fully woken up here. He knew that already. But he hadn't considered that they'd kept the clothes or that they would return them. Claire was absolutely right. The idea was bizarre and pointless. Then again, many things here seemed to be but rarely ever were.
Klavier smiled a little at her exasperated gesture, absolutely and completely understanding the sentiments. He tried to keep his tone casual and conversational for the sake of lightening the serious subject.
"It does seem completely pointless, honestly. But at the same time, it's pretty out of their way to do something like that if there's no reason for it at all. Like everything else here, it's probably some kind of mind game. ...Maybe a morbid reminder." There was a small hint of bitterness in his expression at the assertion that
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Klavier had all but confirmed her theories about the clothing. In a much better worded manner, but the same idea was there. Claire grimaced, nodding along with him. "Maybe not it's not just making us homesick. It feels like they're just showing off, you know? They can do whatever they want. Send us off and bring people in whenever they like and there's not a thing we can do about it. This whole clothes thing could be them playing games with us."
Like dressing up dolls, Claire thought with a chill. That was close to it. Even with the army moved in permanently and all this stuff about dog tags and following orders, it felt like they were living in an ant farm. Or a fish tank. They'd throw in a new decoration once in a while and watch them from behind the glass. Untouchable
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The more he thought about it, the more Battler began to realize he was just wasting time. If he had time to entertain a line of questions without answers, turn them over until he was no longer even sure what he was asking, shouldn't he be looking for some kind of clue instead? He shook his head, continuing on to the next hall
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As Battler finished speaking, there came a sound from the nurse's stations. Two of them ran the length of the hall, one for each dorm block, and in the closest one, something stirred. There was nowhere for them to go during the day and at night, they remained locked within these rooms, transformed but without a stage to stand upon. From beyond the walls came a wail, not quite human but not quite inhuman either. It was followed by unintelligible words, the shouting changed into indistinct mumbling through the thick materials of the Institute walls
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Claire was on exactly the same wavelength he was. It was like showing off. A nice way to display their power over everyone and prove how little control the lot of them actually had. They did many things for this exact purpose. It was really irritating. He nodded along with the claim and seemed fully engrossed in their conversation. Which is why he'd only referred to Red offhandedly and only turned his attention to the guy when the Fräulein asked her question, like it had been her idea to shift focus.
He turned to Herr Red, as though interested in his answer, noting to himself that the all white outfit was actually a suit. In a way, that was actually far more surprising and offputting than anything else. But he didn't plan to comment on it for now. Instead, he smiled at the response. Way to go, Herr Red. Give the poor girl a completely vague and entirely unreassuring answer. He really had no manners at all, did he
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As the man (boy?) stepped closer, it was easier to make out features beyond his vivid suit and hair. He was younger than the both of them, but a little past being a teenager. Or maybe he was in his last year of school? Claire took him in with a wary gaze. It was hard not to notice he was good looking, but something about his attitude suggested a vague sense of...was regality the word she was looking for
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Instead of a comment in turn, like he was expecting, what Battler received was a sound that made his blood run cold. What.... the hell was that....? Whatever it was, it definitely didn't sound human. He gripped his flashlight a little harder, the wound from the previous night aching as though in anticipation of something similar. He intended to ignore that sound at first, pass it off as the product of residual feelings from before and an overactive imagination, but that kind of thinking wasn't something he could entertain. Not when they'd both heard it, too. In a way, it was a reassurance that he was thinking clearly, yet.... Somehow, he couldn't really consider that a good thing
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The main corridor. This was where he was supposed to be meeting Claire. She was new, but she was sharp, so he was sure she wasn't going to have any trouble moving from the patient rooms to this point. What he hadn't been expecting, however, was that she'd get there before he did.
Klavier spotted her quickly enough, momentarily surprised by that fact, but soon shifted to a bright smile. He approached, lifting the pipe in his right hand slightly in a sort of distracted greeting. "My, you move quickly, Fräulein. I didn't keep you waiting for too long, I hope?"
He vaguely noted the girl's clothes as he got closer. Judging by their condition, she must have found them lying around here somewhere. Personally, Klavier wouldn't have even considered taking clothes in that kind of condition let alone wearing them, but he also fully understood the desperation to have something... "normal" in this place. Something familiar. Anything. So even if they were in horrible condition, they were still a more normal alternative to the ( ... )
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"My clothes back?" he repeated. What was she talking about? The only clothes in his room were the new and old uniforms. Given the choice of wearing one or the other, he actually preferred the one that felt more like clothes and less like loose-fitting pajamas. But Claire was speaking as though it was not only possible to have something different, but it was something expected. "Are you... talking about my actual clothes? From back home ( ... )
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Klavier smiled a little at her exasperated gesture, absolutely and completely understanding the sentiments. He tried to keep his tone casual and conversational for the sake of lightening the serious subject.
"It does seem completely pointless, honestly. But at the same time, it's pretty out of their way to do something like that if there's no reason for it at all. Like everything else here, it's probably some kind of mind game. ...Maybe a morbid reminder." There was a small hint of bitterness in his expression at the assertion that ( ... )
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Like dressing up dolls, Claire thought with a chill. That was close to it. Even with the army moved in permanently and all this stuff about dog tags and following orders, it felt like they were living in an ant farm. Or a fish tank. They'd throw in a new decoration once in a while and watch them from behind the glass. Untouchable ( ... )
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He turned to Herr Red, as though interested in his answer, noting to himself that the all white outfit was actually a suit. In a way, that was actually far more surprising and offputting than anything else. But he didn't plan to comment on it for now. Instead, he smiled at the response. Way to go, Herr Red. Give the poor girl a completely vague and entirely unreassuring answer. He really had no manners at all, did he ( ... )
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