Captain Jack was still feeling quite groggy when he wandered into the Sun Room; he'd apparently slept through brunch, but he wasn't really hungry yet. It was probably an effect of saving Sousuke's life the previous night, but that was just the way things went, sometimes. At least his head had stopped hurting, and that was what counted.
There was only one other person in the Sun Room at the time he walked in, and that was just fine with him. He walked on up, stopping by Okita, noting that the other man looked like he could use some TLC. "Hey there, beautiful," he said, a little affection coloring his normally teasing tone.
When he heard that familiar tone of voice and that greeting, he knew it could only be one person. It had been awhile since they last spoke - or had it? - but there was only one man who would call him something like that. With his eyes still closed, the corners of his mouth lifted in a playful smile. It was best that he didn't dwell on things for too long, and Captain Jack's appearance just reminded him of that fact.
Finally opening his eyes, he winked at Jack and pushed himself up onto his elbows. "Good afternoon, Captain. It seems you caught me when I was dozing. How unprofessional of me." Okita laughed and moved to sit properly so Jack could join him, patting the seat as he did so. "How have you been lately?"
Jack gave Soujirou a brilliant smile and sat down next to him. As usual, he made himself at home on the couch, like he did with every piece of furniture her came in contact with. "No worries," he said. "And no need to be professional. It's Sunday, right? It's a day or rest." At least it was on Earth at this point in time, he thought. "I was kinda of tired this morning, so I slept in. Last night was kind of... exciting." He shrugged. "But nothing that interesting, I'm afraid. At least not as interesting as I'm used to. What about you, Soujirou?" He tilted his head slightly to the side. He wasn't going to say that the poor man looked stressed; that didn't have a place in the game. But his concern showed a little, through his smile.
A day of rest, was it? Okita leaned back in his seat and tucked his legs up beneath him on the couch. He still felt somewhat uncomfortable sitting in chairs like a Westerner. Bringing his hair over his shoulder, he idly threaded his fingers through the purple strands and kept a faint smile on his lips. A real day of rest would be nice. "I suppose it is, considering how leisurely the day is going
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Aya breathed evenly as he sat down at one of the couches, staring right ahead of him and tried to avoid thinking. At the moment breathing was enough for him. His cheeks felt burning, however, his face was unhealthily pale.
It wasn't real. It couldn't be.
He stole a glance towards the door where he had walked in just a moment ago and winced. Hell, he'd want it to be real. So much it would hurt. So much he would bleed for it. He begun to understand why Yohji had felt so temped...
Swallowing, he returned his gaze back to his hands. No, it wasn't true, and that fact would never change. Sena was dead. Aya-chan... was safely back in Tokyo, living in old Koneko. Then he pulled out the letter from his pocket and stared at it. He couldn't bring himself to open it.
He probably wouldn't have left the waiting room at all, had the nurse not gently urged him to his feet and ushered him to the sun room, all the while encouraging him quietly, telling him that accepting that he was sick and needed help was the first and biggest step to recovery. Now that he was cooperating, he'd be home in no time, she said
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Aya looked up when he heard Omi speak his name, brows furrowed miserably and eyes blank. Omi seemed... confused, off somehow. Since when had he started stuttering? All this registered to Aya calmly, like in a dream.
Maybe the boy had had a visitor as well. Aya should have been more alarmed, considering the possibilities that line of thought brought up, feeling like the ground he walked was crumbling away. And yet he couldn't feel a thing.
"Omi," he said silently, finding himself surprisingly grateful for the company. "How...how are you?"
Wrong. Wrong, wrong, this was all so wrong. Aya wasn't supposed to look like that. He was supposed to be ready with an answer for anything, maybe yell at Omi for being stupid enough to believe all of that, but not...
He'd have to play along, try to remember. Something had to start making sense eventually, right?
He forced a smile, wobbly though it was. "I'll be okay. What about you?"
Brunch had been interesting today, if nothing else. Farfarello would need to track down Crawford at some point, and direct him Wesker's way. But that would be a lot easier if he met with Schuldig first, and Schuldig pointed him in Crawford's general direction.
That, and it would be good to get a better idea of just where all his injuries were. Last night was a blur, in places, so he only really remembered the really major ones, like the ribs and lung. The Sun Room was a good place, Schuldig liked it and would probably find him here, so Farfarello took a seat and settled in to wait.
Schuldig had always liked the Sun Room, if only because it was a good place to curl up and relax and it had cats, which he'd always been fond of and had a lot in common with. Plus, he was well aware that Farfarello was waiting for him there.
But all that notwithstanding, he would have been drawn to the Sun Room this shift anyway. How could he pass up the mental anguish of two of his favorite kittens of Weiss? It was like ambrosia. And, unlike with Kudoh, as much as they were suffering, they weren't so close to the edge that he had to do anything about it to preserve his toys, which meant he could revel in their suffering without having to do anything to make sure they survived to suffer another day
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"It was a good fight. Tough bastard." That was the best kind, though--the ones who didn't fight back were boring.
As for visible injuries, there was Farfarello's broken cheekbone, some massive bruising along his jaw, a cut and some bruising on his forehead, plus his knuckles were looking pretty mauled. One forearm had some very small cuts and punctures from wood splinters, but those would heal on their own within the day, with the way things healed more quickly here. The ribs, of course, were not visible, nor was anything on Farfarello's legs.
"Glad to hear it. Wouldn't have minded if he'd been a little less tough and hadn't roughed you up so much, mind." Schuldig reached up a hand to hold Farfarello's jaw - gently; not so much out of consideration to Farfarello, who couldn't feel the pain anyway, as to make sure not to make his existing injuries any worse - and turned his partner's head slightly, assessing the damage. There wasn't much anyone could do about the bruising, he supposed; it could have been iced, but then since Farfarello wasn't in any pain, there wasn't that much point to it. The knuckles, well, knuckles were notoriously hard to do anything with; hopefully they'd at least been disinfected, even if they were too much of a bitch to bandage. "You're lucky you didn't lose any teeth," he observed absently
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Soubi had searched around for Ritsuka but was unable to find the boy. Naturally, this didn't leave him in a very friendly mood. He'd thought about going outside, but he'd only want to smoke, which would lead people to talk to him and try to bargain for some precious cigarette's. He was fairly certain there was nothing quite worth it right now. Nobody had escaped and all he wanted was to get Ritsuka out of here.
He left another note on the bulletin board, looking for that idiot of a friend, Kio.
Until Ritsuka called for him, he was stuck. He sat down and watched people.
To her disappointment Usagi didn't spot her ninja friend anywhere in the Sun Room. With a loud sigh she scurried over to the bulletin board to leave a message for Naruto and then quietly sat down on a couch to think. There weren't too many people in the room, which was a nice change after the loud and crowded cafeteria-- even if it didn't have food.
Usagi closed her eyes and buried her face in the couch pillow, letting the sunlight from the windows warm up her back. It almost reminded her of the couch at Mamo-chan's house, she liked to curl up on it during sunset. The giant windows let in so much sunlight that she never needed a blanket. Guilty thoughts began to clutter her mind and she pushed her face deeper into the pillow. It wasn't fair to wish he would be her visitor, not if it meant him possibly being captured...
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Captain Jack was still feeling quite groggy when he wandered into the Sun Room; he'd apparently slept through brunch, but he wasn't really hungry yet. It was probably an effect of saving Sousuke's life the previous night, but that was just the way things went, sometimes. At least his head had stopped hurting, and that was what counted.
There was only one other person in the Sun Room at the time he walked in, and that was just fine with him. He walked on up, stopping by Okita, noting that the other man looked like he could use some TLC. "Hey there, beautiful," he said, a little affection coloring his normally teasing tone.
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When he heard that familiar tone of voice and that greeting, he knew it could only be one person. It had been awhile since they last spoke - or had it? - but there was only one man who would call him something like that. With his eyes still closed, the corners of his mouth lifted in a playful smile. It was best that he didn't dwell on things for too long, and Captain Jack's appearance just reminded him of that fact.
Finally opening his eyes, he winked at Jack and pushed himself up onto his elbows. "Good afternoon, Captain. It seems you caught me when I was dozing. How unprofessional of me." Okita laughed and moved to sit properly so Jack could join him, patting the seat as he did so. "How have you been lately?"
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Aya breathed evenly as he sat down at one of the couches, staring right ahead of him and tried to avoid thinking. At the moment breathing was enough for him. His cheeks felt burning, however, his face was unhealthily pale.
It wasn't real. It couldn't be.
He stole a glance towards the door where he had walked in just a moment ago and winced. Hell, he'd want it to be real. So much it would hurt. So much he would bleed for it. He begun to understand why Yohji had felt so temped...
Swallowing, he returned his gaze back to his hands. No, it wasn't true, and that fact would never change. Sena was dead. Aya-chan... was safely back in Tokyo, living in old Koneko. Then he pulled out the letter from his pocket and stared at it. He couldn't bring himself to open it.
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Maybe the boy had had a visitor as well. Aya should have been more alarmed, considering the possibilities that line of thought brought up, feeling like the ground he walked was crumbling away. And yet he couldn't feel a thing.
"Omi," he said silently, finding himself surprisingly grateful for the company. "How...how are you?"
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He'd have to play along, try to remember. Something had to start making sense eventually, right?
He forced a smile, wobbly though it was. "I'll be okay. What about you?"
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That, and it would be good to get a better idea of just where all his injuries were. Last night was a blur, in places, so he only really remembered the really major ones, like the ribs and lung. The Sun Room was a good place, Schuldig liked it and would probably find him here, so Farfarello took a seat and settled in to wait.
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But all that notwithstanding, he would have been drawn to the Sun Room this shift anyway. How could he pass up the mental anguish of two of his favorite kittens of Weiss? It was like ambrosia. And, unlike with Kudoh, as much as they were suffering, they weren't so close to the edge that he had to do anything about it to preserve his toys, which meant he could revel in their suffering without having to do anything to make sure they survived to suffer another day ( ... )
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As for visible injuries, there was Farfarello's broken cheekbone, some massive bruising along his jaw, a cut and some bruising on his forehead, plus his knuckles were looking pretty mauled. One forearm had some very small cuts and punctures from wood splinters, but those would heal on their own within the day, with the way things healed more quickly here. The ribs, of course, were not visible, nor was anything on Farfarello's legs.
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He left another note on the bulletin board, looking for that idiot of a friend, Kio.
Until Ritsuka called for him, he was stuck. He sat down and watched people.
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To her disappointment Usagi didn't spot her ninja friend anywhere in the Sun Room. With a loud sigh she scurried over to the bulletin board to leave a message for Naruto and then quietly sat down on a couch to think. There weren't too many people in the room, which was a nice change after the loud and crowded cafeteria-- even if it didn't have food.
Usagi closed her eyes and buried her face in the couch pillow, letting the sunlight from the windows warm up her back. It almost reminded her of the couch at Mamo-chan's house, she liked to curl up on it during sunset. The giant windows let in so much sunlight that she never needed a blanket. Guilty thoughts began to clutter her mind and she pushed her face deeper into the pillow. It wasn't fair to wish he would be her visitor, not if it meant him possibly being captured...
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