After getting to spend all of breakfast with Renji and Kairi, there was only one way that Sora could feel as he exited the cafeteria, and that was downright radiant. It was like he couldn't wipe the grin off of his face, which was mainly because he didn't want to. It was true that some of the stuff they had discussed had been both serious and important, but that was just another plus. At some point he'd track down Riku and share all of that information with him, too.
It had been hard to say goodbye to both of them, but the nurses weren't any more lenient than the soldiers when it came to patients spending too much time around each other. Sora didn't get what the logic behind that was, but he'd realized that trying to argue with them wouldn't lead anywhere.
Landel's voice might have been enough to ruin his mood under other circumstances, but Sora couldn't even be angry at him anymore. Not that Landel was responsible for bringing Renji back, but Sora just didn't care what he was saying right now. During the day it hardly mattered
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He was so close to escaping! So damn close! Then again, he was quite close to dying as well. That was if he were still technically alive, what with the way this supposed institute behaved when it came to the erratic passing of time, packs of armless monsters, and unexplainable changes in the head office
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[Of course!]It was pretty normal for other patients to come by while Sora composed his messages to the Arts and Crafts club, seeing how they usually took him a while to write. He always wanted to make sure to cover every detail and to phrase things in a way that made sense. A lot of it was repetition at this point, but after how things had gone last night he thought he needed to make some sort of mention to it
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The youth's reply did nothing to ease the growing annoyance Facilier was already feeling towards him, but the witch doctor kept a (mostly) cool appearance as he turned his gaze back to the notes on the board. After all, it would be bad form of a gentleman such as himself to have an unwarranted outburst in front of all the nurses here.
"An old friend you say, hmm?" he asked, his eyebrows rising slightly as his teeth bit into his lip against the urge to sneer at the boy for such a foolish reply. For someone trapped in a world where all sorts of horrors were possible at night, this boy sure had his spiky head in the clouds! Why in the world would someone be happy over a mere friend when there were so many more important things to attain!? If Facilier himself were to have any "friends", their connection would need to be profitable; otherwise it was nothing more but a waste of time to him! What was it about this friend that had the youth so perky in a place like this?
"Your friend sounds quite important to you..." Facilier remarked, his
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Apparently, he wasn't going to have to spend a chunk of his day sitting in front of some doctor who was totally confused as to what year it was, today. For that, Gren could only count himself lucky. Granted, a lot had happened in the last week, and he couldn't argue that maybe a little genuine therapy wouldn't be uncalled for, but he would have vastly preferred it not come from the same place that had just inflicted most of that emotional and physical trauma.
The lack of military presence was making him feel more grounded, at least. Sure, whatever situation had caused their appearance was likely still lurking under the surface, along with whatever other derangement was going on in this place, but at least he couldn't see it right now, and that was doing a lot to make him feel less jumpy and cornered than he had in days.
He wasn't totally in the clear--they'd still passed him that little cup of pills when he'd woken up, which meant that particular hell was still in effect--but he felt like he could breathe again. The relief might
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As much as Erika enjoyed actually having food again, she came to quickly realize that everything else she worked for had left with the rest of the military. The pins were gone, though they might have been replaced with those weird stickers, and she already knew it was out of the question to expect the nurses to let her walk around freely. What a bother, she hardly even enjoyed that privilege, but she might have lost it solely due to her blanket fort shenanigans yesterday. Maybe she really was being punished
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Gren pulled himself from his mental musings when he heard his name and nodded slightly. "That's right. Erika, right? I remember." It was rather hard to forget, given what had happened the day they'd met.
"How are you? It looked like you were pretty busy, yesterday." He was still completely baffled as to why she'd been allowed to build that fort here in the Sun Room without any sort of reprisal. Maybe she'd be able to clarify that matter for him. Or maybe she'd simply been testing the system and gotten lucky for some reason. It would be useful information, either way.
Ah, of course. If he didn't remember her from breakfast, then he'd definitely remember her for the fort. Luckily for Erika, it seemed like he remembered her for both reasons, and she was always more then happy to report her findings from the fort. It still made her feel the slightest bit proud that she got away with it, after all.
"It's funny, they didn't even ask me to clean up after myself. I suppose they had bigger problems," The detective replied. She had a curious look on her face as a thought occurred to her, and hopefully Gren might have an answer. "Then again, last night was also busy. Did you happen to come by here and see if the fort was still up?"
Even if it somehow survived the night, the nurses definitely would have demolished it before the sun came up. What a shame.
It was like being a yoyo, really, being yanked up and down and back up without warning. Waking up to find Zabimaru at his side, then waking up again to find the zanpakuto gone, but then Kairi and Sora, and...
Therapy. Renji clenched his jaw, teeth grinding at the mention of that, except then the bastard on the intercom immediately followed it by saying that it wouldn't be today. That did little to help the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Not much he could do about it, other than be as ready as he could be the next day.
He followed the nurse to the sunroom and moved off to where he could sit by himself for at least a few minutes. He needed to just take a few breaths and find some balance point, figure out what the next step would be.
Renji had let his head fall back, arm over his eyes as he tried to just think. Which was harder than it sounded, over the feel of his soul bleeding away from the wound Zabimaru's absence left. He felt rather than saw someone sit next to him and looked up. It wasn't someone he recognized, but that wasn't saying much. There were so many new faces around now.
He almost wanted to tell the guy to fuck off and find another place to sit, but he didn't look like he was feeling quite right. That was something Renji could sympathize with. As much he sympathized with any guy dumb enough to sit next to the ugly, scary fucker with the tattoos who plainly wanted to be left alone. "You need something?" he asked after a long moment of just staring.
Comfortably but not overly full thanks to the lovely Midgard invention known as the waffle, Loki felt like he was acting ever so slightly less when he forced himself to be pleasant to the nurse. He even asked her how he might acquire some paper and a pen of some sort, since that would be necessary for explaining the ideas he had thought of to Soma. The nurse was good enough to briefly take him back to his room so he could pick up the a notebook and a few pens. The quality of the paper and writing instruments was questionable, but anything would do in a pinch
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Soma entered the Sun Room feeling strangely exhausted. Breakfast had been a pleasant change, there was no denying that, but there was something about talking to Allelujah that drained the energy from her. Keeping her guard up the entire time, waiting for him to try and turn the tables, grew tiring after a while.
You don't have to-- began Marie, but Soma brushed aside the voice in her head as she scanned the room. There was no sign of Lingormr (an unusual name--from one of the northern AEU countries, perhaps? Sweden? Norway?) but she'd given out her own description, so it stood to reason he'd find her quickly. Letting out a soft, thoughtful hum, she took up a position by the wall near the door to wait.
Well, she had said that her looks were distinctive, so he would trust that she was the only one with that combination of hair and eye color. Loki walked over to the woman who had stopped by the door, notebook held in the crook of one elbow. "Soma?" He gave her a polite and pleasant smile. "I am Lingormr." And even though he'd fought habit and not called her lady, he did still bow. Until he knew the common greeting here, it still seemed the polite thing to do.
Soma looked up, offering a small but visible smile and a nod in return, resisting the absurd urge to return the bow or salute or do something equally stupid. Her eyes flicked briefly to the notebook in his arm--if he was new, as he'd said, he was adapting fast.
"Pleased to meet you, Lingormr," she said, stumbling slightly over the pronunciation but grateful that he'd been the one to say it first. "Though I wish it were under better circumstances. Let's find a seat, and then I can answer your questions. Did you just arrive today?"
It was stranger this time around. Sure, she wasn't tripping out and getting yanked back and forth between "realities," but there weren't doctors constantly pushing her and trying to convince her she was off her nut. Just a whole lotta other "crazies" (Rose ranked in the normal column, but that still didn't mean everyone was all happy sane fun time around here) and milling about all schedule-y like
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If there was one thing in the world that could make up for a night filled with blood, guts, and about a thousand killer dragonflies nipping at one's heels, it was probably waffles. Warm, buttered waffles with lots and lots of syrup
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The voice caught her off guard, and Buffy had to whip her head around to realize that the blonde girl was talking to her. Oops. Score one for awareness, Summers. She seemed friendly enough, all things considered. So much so that it took Buffy a moment to process what she'd said, expression blank while she sorted it out.
Last night? Craziness? What kind of craziness was going on last night -- and tonight, for that matter? It was an asylum. Shouldn't that entail the nights be, y'know, providing asylum? Quiet? Sleeping patients, patrolling orderlies, the stuff of a normal asylum. Her blank look mingled into confusion which hung for a moment as she worked through this. But, then, something snapped
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"Nooot this one. Oh my gosh, not this one," said Rapunzel with a shake of her head. She wasn't sure how much she wanted to tell this girl right now, especially when her mood was just improving, but it was clear that she had to say something. What was the other alternative? Playing cryptic and just telling her to be careful? Not really an option. "The doors here open at night. They won't tell you that, but they do. And once they do, well..."
Rapunzel took a breath, considering how to put things. "...How much do you know about fighting?" she asked. If there was one thing she had learned about the Institute so far, it was that the more experience a patient had fighting or the more fighters they could ally with, the better their chances in the Institute.
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It had been hard to say goodbye to both of them, but the nurses weren't any more lenient than the soldiers when it came to patients spending too much time around each other. Sora didn't get what the logic behind that was, but he'd realized that trying to argue with them wouldn't lead anywhere.
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He was so close to escaping! So damn close! Then again, he was quite close to dying as well. That was if he were still technically alive, what with the way this supposed institute behaved when it came to the erratic passing of time, packs of armless monsters, and unexplainable changes in the head office ( ... )
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"An old friend you say, hmm?" he asked, his eyebrows rising slightly as his teeth bit into his lip against the urge to sneer at the boy for such a foolish reply. For someone trapped in a world where all sorts of horrors were possible at night, this boy sure had his spiky head in the clouds! Why in the world would someone be happy over a mere friend when there were so many more important things to attain!? If Facilier himself were to have any "friends", their connection would need to be profitable; otherwise it was nothing more but a waste of time to him! What was it about this friend that had the youth so perky in a place like this?
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The lack of military presence was making him feel more grounded, at least. Sure, whatever situation had caused their appearance was likely still lurking under the surface, along with whatever other derangement was going on in this place, but at least he couldn't see it right now, and that was doing a lot to make him feel less jumpy and cornered than he had in days.
He wasn't totally in the clear--they'd still passed him that little cup of pills when he'd woken up, which meant that particular hell was still in effect--but he felt like he could breathe again. The relief might ( ... )
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"How are you? It looked like you were pretty busy, yesterday." He was still completely baffled as to why she'd been allowed to build that fort here in the Sun Room without any sort of reprisal. Maybe she'd be able to clarify that matter for him. Or maybe she'd simply been testing the system and gotten lucky for some reason. It would be useful information, either way.
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"It's funny, they didn't even ask me to clean up after myself. I suppose they had bigger problems," The detective replied. She had a curious look on her face as a thought occurred to her, and hopefully Gren might have an answer. "Then again, last night was also busy. Did you happen to come by here and see if the fort was still up?"
Even if it somehow survived the night, the nurses definitely would have demolished it before the sun came up. What a shame.
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Therapy. Renji clenched his jaw, teeth grinding at the mention of that, except then the bastard on the intercom immediately followed it by saying that it wouldn't be today. That did little to help the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Not much he could do about it, other than be as ready as he could be the next day.
He followed the nurse to the sunroom and moved off to where he could sit by himself for at least a few minutes. He needed to just take a few breaths and find some balance point, figure out what the next step would be.
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He almost wanted to tell the guy to fuck off and find another place to sit, but he didn't look like he was feeling quite right. That was something Renji could sympathize with. As much he sympathized with any guy dumb enough to sit next to the ugly, scary fucker with the tattoos who plainly wanted to be left alone. "You need something?" he asked after a long moment of just staring.
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You don't have to-- began Marie, but Soma brushed aside the voice in her head as she scanned the room. There was no sign of Lingormr (an unusual name--from one of the northern AEU countries, perhaps? Sweden? Norway?) but she'd given out her own description, so it stood to reason he'd find her quickly. Letting out a soft, thoughtful hum, she took up a position by the wall near the door to wait.
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"Pleased to meet you, Lingormr," she said, stumbling slightly over the pronunciation but grateful that he'd been the one to say it first. "Though I wish it were under better circumstances. Let's find a seat, and then I can answer your questions. Did you just arrive today?"
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If there was one thing in the world that could make up for a night filled with blood, guts, and about a thousand killer dragonflies nipping at one's heels, it was probably waffles. Warm, buttered waffles with lots and lots of syrup ( ... )
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The voice caught her off guard, and Buffy had to whip her head around to realize that the blonde girl was talking to her. Oops. Score one for awareness, Summers. She seemed friendly enough, all things considered. So much so that it took Buffy a moment to process what she'd said, expression blank while she sorted it out.
Last night? Craziness? What kind of craziness was going on last night -- and tonight, for that matter? It was an asylum. Shouldn't that entail the nights be, y'know, providing asylum? Quiet? Sleeping patients, patrolling orderlies, the stuff of a normal asylum. Her blank look mingled into confusion which hung for a moment as she worked through this. But, then, something snapped ( ... )
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"Nooot this one. Oh my gosh, not this one," said Rapunzel with a shake of her head. She wasn't sure how much she wanted to tell this girl right now, especially when her mood was just improving, but it was clear that she had to say something. What was the other alternative? Playing cryptic and just telling her to be careful? Not really an option. "The doors here open at night. They won't tell you that, but they do. And once they do, well..."
Rapunzel took a breath, considering how to put things. "...How much do you know about fighting?" she asked. If there was one thing she had learned about the Institute so far, it was that the more experience a patient had fighting or the more fighters they could ally with, the better their chances in the Institute.
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