The meal shift had come to an end without being able to ease Seishin's confusion. In fact, the conversation with Vino-san had only served to raise even more questions than he initially had. It had all sounded so strange and unreal, though he didn't think the other man had any reason to lie to him. He couldn't help but to be a little skeptical,
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A new approach was in order. Unfortunately, there was no way of knowing who had been present at the asylum for the length of time she supposed was necessary for one to collect useful information, save for how confused someone might look. Which wasn't a good indicator at all.
The hard way it would have to be, then. She had intended to meet as many patients as possible, she thought: it made the task less daunting. But only marginally so. For example, she hadn't seen Haseo for quite a while.
Things happen, I suppose, she thought as she slowly made her way through a bookshelf, but that was hardly comforting. What 'thing' could have 'happened' to cause patients to disappear? Recovering was out of the question; the asylum wasn't an asylum at all. Much like sending electricity to the brain, she thought, morbidly amused. Possibly this was a sort of secret experimental method of treatment, but the books (or the books' titles) didn't seem indicative of this at all ( ... )
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The library wasn't very large -- he was fairly certain even Sotoba's was bigger, though Seishin couldn't say he had expected otherwise. As he continued to walk past the shelves, scanning the titles written upon the book's spines, he couldn't help but notice that the selection solely consisted of fiction. He recognized many titles, having read a number of them himself at one point, but none of them had what he had been looking for. He did not know what he had hoped to find in such a tiny library -- perhaps a history book or a geography book -- but none of it was here.
A dead end, then. Even finding out about his whereabouts proved to be a difficult task.
Seishin had paused his wandering, standing still before a bookshelf when a woman finally approached him. Soothing poetry. He didn't think now was the moment for leisurely reading. "Unfortunately, I couldn't find what I was looking for," Seishin admitted, offering a polite smile.
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Had she forgotten something? ...Ah. "I'm Maya," she said, smiling in return. "Pleasure to meet you." It was a pleasure; she didn't know yet whether he would be useful to her in the grander scheme of things, but conversations with people were never quite the waste of time they could be, especially today. At the very least, here there seemed to be a wealth of information she needed (for her eventual escape or otherwise) or methods for obtaining it that she could try.
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The hope to find anything here, as small and fragile as it was, may been a little naive of him.
"I'm Muroi Seishin," he answered to the introduction, the polite smile making its return. He offered her a polite bow of his head. "Nice to meet you, Maya-san." He paused for a moment, glancing at the books on the shelves before returning his gaze to the woman.
"Pardon me, but have you been here long?"
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As for the information he had gleaned.... Was the location truly important? Possibly. Hmm. Maya would have to ponder this. She would have to know what her surroundings were like, but she had no immediate location as her goal, which made it easier for her to assume that she'd simply work it out as she went. Oh well; not her immediate concern ( ... )
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As before.
"I have first awoken here earlier today," Seishin answered, not quite certain when he had actually arrived. He no longer felt sluggish and lethargic, the symptoms of his blood loss having all but disappeared. It must have been several days since he had hid in the Temple with Sunako, enough for his blood to be replenished. It did not help to ease his worries at all.
"I've...heard of the nights," he added after a pause.
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"It would be wise to obtain a weapon," she said. "Unless you can do well without?" -Whoops. Oh dear, she was toeing the line. The nurse (or soldier, she couldn't tell which when she hadn't made their acquaintances and thus didn't recognize them) must not have been happy to hear the patients entertaining such 'delusions.'
There was no escaping them, but... "Join me?" she called over her shoulder as she made her way to the seating area. May as well be comfortable while they tried to communicate effectively to each other while censoring themselves. Didn't want anyone with needles or guns bearing down on them, after all.
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It was strange, in a sense. Any other time he would have welcomed Death. He wouldn't have minded being killed by a resident of Sotoba, or a monster...the end of his existence would be a fortunate thing, he had thought. It would have been suitable, to finally end up taken by Death after its embrace had suffocated him for so long. He had welcomed it, after he had forsaken that village. He had visited the Kirishiki family, wanting to 'chat' with Sunako. He'd known the consequences ( ... )
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Though she really hadn't observed anyone taken away for speaking so, she thought. Perhaps she was being overcautious. It was simply that she'd seen the bulletin board this morning, with its coded speak; she'd assumed the same would hold true for face-to-face correspondence, and she didn't like to needlessly put herself at risk ( ... )
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Thankfully, there hadn't been unpleasant consequences of their conversation thus far.
He nodded at her warning for the nights. "Thank you," he offered a small smile. "Please be careful as well, Maya-san."
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