DAY 20: LUNCH

[prisonerofdeath]

While Arts and Crafts wasn't all that bad, Gray Fox was greatly relieved when an intercom announced Lunch. He had almost reached the point where he was going to start eating more of the building materials

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[muted_flame]

"I'm quite aware of that," Roy responded, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. He was spreading news of Dante around, yes, but she was an actual threat. He wasn't going to manipulate people to kill for him, so why did Adelheid feel the need to speak badly of him to the other patients?

He had enough people around that trusted him now, especially since Hawkeye had shown up. He wasn't sure where Havoc had gotten himself off to. He seemed constantly scarce. Roy made a note to reprimand his subordinate the next time he saw him.

"I've been here a while. Longer than most. People get to know of you that way," he said with a shrug. Roy was no stranger to being well-known, after all. People could think what they wanted of him.

And there came the real reason. A sword. Roy tried to brush off that constant feeling of being used. "I could, provided you had the proper materials for one." After having made a sword for Ichigo two nights ago and one for Adelheid last night (and he was beginning to think he'd been temporary insane at the time for doing so), he wasn't sure if he was in the mood to zap himself of energy for the third time in a row...

[heavens_too_far]

Dias wasn't insensible to the obligation he was incurring, or the fact that he was asking someone he barely knew for a relatively large favor - at least if the act of making a sword for an alchemist were at all comparable to the effort of a blacksmith of Expel making one in terms of effort. "I'll repay you for it, as much as I can," he said simply. "I'm a mercenary. Working for payment is something I'm used to. I make a decent bodyguard; someone who makes enemies as easily as you do might want one, and it'd give you all the more reason to put a decent weapon in my hands."

[muted_flame]

The problem was that he didn't really need someone to fight for him - unless he was weak like he tended to be after forging together a whole sword for someone. Roy was going to assume the man had all the proper materials if he was bartering like this. He sighed and closed his eyes momentarily.

"I suppose that's all you can offer in a place like this." Declining would be pointless. He might as well get something out of it. "I have a few keys and I've been meaning to figure out what doors they open. Monsters tend to get in the way. If you come with me one night and help me keep the monsters at bay so that I could try out a good amount of the locked doors, I'll make you your sword."

[heavens_too_far]

"Fair enough." That didn't sound terribly difficult in exchange for a decent sword, although he wasn't too sure how he felt about that being 'all he could offer'. The amount he'd have charged on Expel for being a bodyguard to someone would have kept him well-supplied for most of a month, and his client would have considered it worth every fol.

The nurses were already starting to usher people out again. Had the time gone that quickly?

"I don't usually demand payment before I earn it, but it would probably be in your best interest to make the sword for me first," he murmured, watching a nurse approach them. "It would make me that much more effective to help you. And I don't renege on my promises, although if I did," said Dias, a 6'4" man with blue hair down to his waist, "it's not like you'd have any trouble finding me."

[muted_flame]

"You'd get the sword first," Roy responded firmly. It wouldn't make sense any other way. He would be weak after making it, but then the man could use his claimed bodyguard skills to make sure he wasn't attacked while they made their way through the institute.

"I'm in M1. Come find me." He said it quietly, since their nurses were already nearby and ready to lead them away.