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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Sora hadn't expected their conversation to take this turn, if he was honest. He'd given his explanation for why he was in a good mood, so wasn't that enough? But the stranger seemed curious, though the question he asked wasn't one that Sora could relate to that much. He didn't make friends with people based on how useful they were, after all
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Listening to the boy's words, Facilier reached for a pen with his long fingers but kept the notes untouched for now. He gently tapped the pen on his chin, his lips pursed into a slight pout at the youth's answer.
So he was just glad someone else was alive in this dangerous world? Well that was disappointing! Having nearly useless friends to burden you with worries over their welfare was quite foolish in Facilier's opinion. By now the boy was coming across as more unknowingly pitiful than intentionally annoying, which in a way spared him from the witch doctor's foul mood. Seeing the boy appraise his finished note with another sunny grin confirmed Facilier's suspicions: the poor lad was doomed in this place.
Oh well, it wasn't the Shadow Man's problem. He was just a tad too busy looking out for his own skin anyway...
"A... pleasure to meet you Sora," Facilier smoothly replied, meeting Sora's hand with his own and shaking it firmly. He gave the boy a half-smile, one that would have been seen as the condescending sort, an expression
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Doctor Facilier? That was kind of a mouthful, wasn't it? Still, Sora took the man's hand with a nod, giving it a shake before pulling away. He got the feeling that the doctor wasn't taking him completely seriously, though. That was probably because he thought he was just some kid who didn't know anything, when that was hardly the case. Sora didn't really like being treated that way, but protesting would just make him seem more childish. He'd just have to make it clear that he was competent in other ways
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Facilier turned to face Sora, standing tall and thin as a rail beside the crowded bulletin board. His one hand was still busy fiddling around with his pen as he listened to Sora with his head slightly tilted up in haughty direction.
The witch doctor doubted he would receive a decent answer, but Sora's answer brought a hint of a frown passing by Facilier's face. "You don't say..." he replied, slowly straightening his head and cupping his chin in thought. If Sora was correct, then his answer had officially thrown a monkey wrench into Facilier's theory about the institute. Did this place work by any remotely sane pattern? It didn't help that Sora's answer held enough confidence for Facilier to consider it as valid too. Did the cheery youth really know what he was talking about?
"So the higher-ups here choose whoever is to be entrapped in this establishment?" Facilier asked, "That explanation for this place did cross my mind before... I had reason to believe that it was exclusively for those who had uh... passed on though
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The more that Facilier spoke about it, the clearer it seemed that he had died before coming here. Sora could have offered his condolences for that, but it felt like it would have been out of place, seeing how the man hadn't fully admitted to it. Plus, they had only just started talking to each other. It didn't usually take Sora long to make friends in this place, but he knew that there were certain boundaries that shouldn't be crossed
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Facilier hadn't expected Sora to know much more than he did, but he still had to fight the urge to slump his shoulders with disgruntlement at Sora's answer. The witch doctor knew he shouldn't have bothered with the chirpy little boy! Oh well...
"I see..." Facilier said, turning his attention back to the board and picking up a note to write on. "To regain his control over the institute and oust the army overnight without as much as a single gun shot firing off... Very powerful and sneaky indeed!" he remarked, his tone shadowed by a hint of envy and even reluctant admiration. "If only we had such power ourselves! I'm sure we'd all be outta here in no time then!"
Despite the lack of solid information on the mysterious Landel, thoughts and theories were already flourishing inside Facilier's head. For a single man with no weapons to disarm an entire army overnight and bring nothing but chaos to the institute... He must have had magic at his disposal
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It was true that there was no doubt about Landel's power. It made Sora wonder how he would even match up against the man, if he ever got the chance to fight him. He realized he wouldn't be fighting on his own, but even with all of his powers back, would he even stand a chance? Sora hadn't yet come across an enemy that he couldn't defeat, but
( ... )
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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"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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So he was just glad someone else was alive in this dangerous world? Well that was disappointing! Having nearly useless friends to burden you with worries over their welfare was quite foolish in Facilier's opinion. By now the boy was coming across as more unknowingly pitiful than intentionally annoying, which in a way spared him from the witch doctor's foul mood. Seeing the boy appraise his finished note with another sunny grin confirmed Facilier's suspicions: the poor lad was doomed in this place.
Oh well, it wasn't the Shadow Man's problem. He was just a tad too busy looking out for his own skin anyway...
"A... pleasure to meet you Sora," Facilier smoothly replied, meeting Sora's hand with his own and shaking it firmly. He gave the boy a half-smile, one that would have been seen as the condescending sort, an expression ( ... )
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The witch doctor doubted he would receive a decent answer, but Sora's answer brought a hint of a frown passing by Facilier's face. "You don't say..." he replied, slowly straightening his head and cupping his chin in thought. If Sora was correct, then his answer had officially thrown a monkey wrench into Facilier's theory about the institute. Did this place work by any remotely sane pattern? It didn't help that Sora's answer held enough confidence for Facilier to consider it as valid too. Did the cheery youth really know what he was talking about?
"So the higher-ups here choose whoever is to be entrapped in this establishment?" Facilier asked, "That explanation for this place did cross my mind before... I had reason to believe that it was exclusively for those who had uh... passed on though ( ... )
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Facilier hadn't expected Sora to know much more than he did, but he still had to fight the urge to slump his shoulders with disgruntlement at Sora's answer. The witch doctor knew he shouldn't have bothered with the chirpy little boy! Oh well...
"I see..." Facilier said, turning his attention back to the board and picking up a note to write on. "To regain his control over the institute and oust the army overnight without as much as a single gun shot firing off... Very powerful and sneaky indeed!" he remarked, his tone shadowed by a hint of envy and even reluctant admiration. "If only we had such power ourselves! I'm sure we'd all be outta here in no time then!"
Despite the lack of solid information on the mysterious Landel, thoughts and theories were already flourishing inside Facilier's head. For a single man with no weapons to disarm an entire army overnight and bring nothing but chaos to the institute... He must have had magic at his disposal ( ... )
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