Day 59: Sun Room (4th Shift)

[contentincloset]

After an intercom broadcast like that, Kurogane felt somewhat better about the little information he'd gotten from Harrington the previous night. The man only sounded competent when he needed to but was an idiot otherwise. Unfortunately that was furthered proof of the General not employing the brightest of staff members, making another option for

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[blood_and_pocky]

[Aigis, poke the hungry vamp if you dare. :|]

The end of the day found Aidou in the Sun Room, collapsed in a chair with his legs dangling over the arm rest. With night fast approaching, he should have been happier than he was, but in reality all he felt was a bit… overburdened. A little time to think, that was all he needed. Just a little.

Or a lot. But that would be admitting to a weakness on his part, and the noble wasn’t about to allow that. Great genius didn’t always mean a great tolerance for new and increasingly impossible phenomena, so he just needed… a few minutes of solitude to harden his stomach to the possibility--no, the fact--that the Institute was arbitrarily raising the dead or else making someone like him believe that they were raising the dead, or creating some kind of doppelgangers, or zombies, or--

The vampire folded his arms over his eyes and growled to himself, using his forearm to block out the diluted sunlight beaming down from the sun roof.

Why is this happening!?He didn’t even have the time to get lost in

[no_dont_go]

[Oh she dares~]Lunch had been a swift affair. Aigis had systematically gone through her food bite after bite, this time eating all she could despite her distaste for the meal. But she had endured, because that was what was expected of her. She could not allow something as silly as 'distaste' bring her to a state of weakness

[blood_and_pocky]

There were blood scents in the air were fresher, and dare he say it, cleaner than the ones from yesterday, but he couldn’t stop remembering the morgue, and the smells of old blood. Dirty blood. Even as his stomach rumbled, the memory clung to him, ruining whatever pleasure could be derived from the far more normal configuration of smells in the room.

Making time to find blood was a priority again, but the idea of biting into someone who had been recently infected with that zombie virus, or who had taken some of the Institute’s drugs… Augh! It was too disgusting to think about. Aidou didn’t need any help from the Institute to start hallucinating that his food source was tainted--it already wasIf he couldn’t trust his senses to tell him truth from falsity, how was he to tell what kind of blood he had been eating up until now? Ugh, like he needed any more doubts about the questionable prison diet he was on

[no_dont_go]

Aigis remained relatively still when he pushed himself up, only tilting back her head a bit to keep her gaze locked on his. Heightening himself did nothing to intimidate her, either. She was not locked into a mindset where higher meant intimidating or oppressive. It was one of the advantages of having been completely man-made before coming to Landel's rather than learning by instinct the dangers one learned as a living organism.

"I did not so much as seek you out as I just happened upon you." Aigis spoke clearly, calmly. She read anger in his eyes, but she felt no building of fury within her. For the time being.

"You do not seem well, Aidou-san. Is it only hunger that has put you in this mood, or is something else troubling you?" She had an inkling who else it was troubling him, but she felt it was courteous to ask.

[blood_and_pocky]

Was that going to be her excuse from now on? Harassing him and throwing his plans into disarray when it was a fortuitous happenstance?

“That’s happening a lot, isn’t it?” he replied flatly. The words had a caustic sting to them. “And it’s none of your concern! I’m not in a mood--I’m simply trying to decide how I should make you pay for trying to tip Sakura off about me. The deal was that you mind your own business and stay out of my way, not continue to bother me. You obviously don’t take me very seriously, coming over here to ask about my health.”

His last few words fairly dripped with sarcasm. Wanting to know what was troubling him, really. Who did she think she was talking to? Some feeble human? He was well enough to dole out some disciplinary action, and that should have been of more concern than what mood he was in or what he did with others of his own choosing at night, yet she still insisted on ignoring his warnings all the same.