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Day 28: Bus 2

Oct 26, 2007 08:37

Momo tugged on the collar of the light blue sweater she was wearing as she followed her nurse to wherever these buses were, winding her hair up into its customary bun as she went. It was an odd feeling, knowing she was about to go outside of the institute's borders. Maybe the Head Doctor was about to make an error and the shinigami, as well as ( Read more... )

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highlord_ofhell October 26 2007, 18:45:12 UTC

Being awakened at this hour of the morning after such a useless night... Mother Night! The nurse was lucky he didn't have his full powers. He grumbled at her good cheer. He frowned at the clothing she thrust into his hands. At least the woman had the good sense to let him dress with only the dubious company of his sour roommate.

There didn't seem to be anything odd about the trousers except that they were a bit too big around the hips, and he'd been given no belt. Well, there were worse things than having to keep in mind that his trousers didn't slide down. The shirt--well, it wasn't exactly a shirt--it was almost as heavy as a sweater but the same oddly machined fabric as the Landel's uniforms. It was a green not found often in nature with a smiling pumpkin on the front with an oddly intelligent-looking and again insanely cheerful bat perched upon it. He reasoned it could be worse.

In the hallway, the nurse handed him his breakfast. He ignored it for the moment while he tried to locate his son or that strange girl on one of the carriages. He knew these were some kind of mechanical devices and not Craft-powered, but he spared barely a thought for them. There. He entered the second in the line as he approached Daemon, who was already seated.

"Are you prepared for this small adventure?" he asked, letting the irony of the situation seep into his tone.

bastard_sadi October 26 2007, 18:49:59 UTC

"How does one prepare for adventures of any size in this place?" Daemon remarked in dry amusement as he made room for his father on the seat beside him. "As prepared as I'm going to be, I believe."

He arched an eyebrow at his fathers clothing, feeling relieved for his simple white cotton shirt. "Nice pumpkin, by the way."

highlord_ofhell October 27 2007, 02:03:39 UTC

"I seemed to have little choice. However, I like the bat. It's... cheerful."

He sat, finally taking a moment to examine the breakfast. His coupons were already forgotten in the pocket of his trousers. The muffin smelled appetizing and he ate half of it thoughtfully, watching the bus fill up. "Have you seen River this morning? Last I saw her, she seemed pretty distraught."

bastard_sadi October 27 2007, 02:10:45 UTC

"Cheerful. That's exactly what it is," Daemon agreed in a mild tone, all amusement completely hidden as he watched his father get comfortable, a lazy light in his golden eyes. He looked completely at ease, but anyone that knew him would be well aware that the slight glances about the bus and at the patients and staff were more than just idle curiosity.

"Not since last night, after the fight, which was interrupted by dawn," he replied, shaking his head. "At least there's one less feline about the place. But yes, she was upset. She... Do you remember how Tersa would get frustrated when she'd force herself too hard to be understood, or like others? River gets that way too, sometimes. She calls herself a broken teacup, a sword, a weapon. When one of the other aspects of herself comes out - especially in front of others - I think she frightens herself, or fears others reactions to her."

highlord_ofhell October 27 2007, 12:30:25 UTC

The High Lord was alert on another level, and not as a criticism to his son, who was always suspicious. He finished the muffin after deciding that the emotional tone, at least on this bus, was mostly the expected anticipation. The staff was mildy irritated, which amused him.

"I can see that, but she shouldn't be worried of frightening us. Perhaps it was a problem in her past." And of course, who'd want to give themselves--her whole self it looked to be--over to being a fighter of such intensity. But then again, he'd been used to trying to comfort and understand Jaenelle when she'd shift abruptly back and forth between Witch and child when she was younger. At least Jaenelle had been mostly sane and cognizant of the shifts. "This was done to her?" he asked. "She was broken to make her a weapon," he added to clarify what he was asking.

bastard_sadi October 27 2007, 12:37:59 UTC

"I don't know the full story," Daemon admitted, glancing up and catching sight of their source of conversation enter the carraige and shoot him a smile (she was up to something. Again. Little imp.) which he returned with a quirk of his lips before turning his focus back on his father. "But that's what she said, yes. That someone in her world did this to her, and now she's not a real girl. Of course, with River, that could have other meanings than the obvious."

His attention also caught as Ren drifted past them, moving back to find another seat further past, he recalled the other events of the night before. "Is Ren alright? The cat didn't injure him too badly? We'd meant to join you as soon as I got her calmed down. I wasn't expecting the night to end so quickly. We didn't get much accomplished, I'm afraid."

highlord_ofhell October 27 2007, 13:22:27 UTC

"Of course she's a real girl no matter what has been done to her mind," Saetan said without further thought. The question of River and his son's involvement with her loomed very large in his mind, but he told himself he'd have to trust Daemon's loyalties and good sense. That last question took thinking to answer properly. "Ren seemed much improved and allowed himself to be bandaged. I don't know if there is any risk of infection from those cat creatures. Do you know the girl he was with?"

The night had ended before he had further chance to look more closely at her. Time was tricky here. At least the sunlight didn't make him ill now that he was no longer a Guardian.

bastard_sadi October 27 2007, 21:47:52 UTC

"He mentioned yesterday that someone from his home realm had appeared here," Daemon answered thoughtfully. "But I have not yet had the chance to meet her. Why? What was she like? Ren doesn't speak very much of his home."

Something in Saetan's tone aroused his curiosity and golden eyes flicked a glance sideways at his father.

highlord_ofhell October 28 2007, 00:00:06 UTC

Saetan was examining his juice box, studiously not looking around the bus or up enough that Daemon could easily see his expression. "It wasn't tainted because she's not Blood. And she's not demon dead, but there was something wrong with her. Maybe it can be helped. It's not like River."

bastard_sadi October 28 2007, 00:12:41 UTC

His golden gaze flickered, hardened, everything about his psychic scent becoming a little sharper, a little colder, as he mulled over the meaning of those words.

"She felt Tainted. How?" he finally asked, carefully controlled neutrality in his voice as he turned to regard his father.

highlord_ofhell October 28 2007, 02:18:22 UTC

"Just not right somehow. Take this as a concern, not an accusation." His nostrils flared sensing the change in Daemon's scent. "When we meet her next you can see."

He knew how to keep calm in his voice, which he did. "I plan on walking around today and seeing the sights. Do you have any plans?"

bastard_sadi October 28 2007, 02:25:19 UTC

"I intended to explore the town," Daemon answered with a shake of his head, leashing his own suspicions. "Perhaps ask some questions. Find out what I can. Certainly there should be someone knowing something useful in this village we are traveling to."

highlord_ofhell October 28 2007, 02:29:57 UTC

"I'm sure we'll get a chance to trade stories later if we don't stick together." He didn't mean to set Daemon off at the girl.

"I suspect they wouldn't be letting us visit if the town wasn't prepared in advance." He knew how to talk to landens though, if they weren't too frightened of him to talk.

bastard_sadi October 28 2007, 02:33:28 UTC

Daemon's quick smile was anything but warm and friendly. "Then perhaps I can persuade a few," he replied, his voice a silky croon. Anyone in league with Landels was hardly an innocent, after all.

highlord_ofhell October 28 2007, 02:36:40 UTC

"Be careful, Daemon. Have you experienced the drugs the nurses dispense?" He tried to make the question sound casual. "These people may be conditioned or coerced, not in league." But he had his doubts about that. He simply knew what a loose cannon Daemon could be when he wanted to be.

bastard_sadi October 28 2007, 02:45:36 UTC

"Don't worry, father," Daemon replied carefully, his golden eyes cooled of fire. His words and manner gave nothing away. "I am always careful. And I've no intention of misstepping here and now. Too many things lie in the balance. I merely want to return home. This is an irritating interruption of much more important things."

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