Day 22: Shift 3, Library

[rage8]

Saïx had been known to keep to himself, limiting his interaction with even his own peers in the Organization to the Superior as much as possible. Of course, he gladly took up the task of chasing a few, random traitors here and there, but solitude and the company of those whom could be considered competent was something Number VII almost took

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[tempusfragments]

The first shift of the day had left Kiden in a horrendous mood. She had snapped at her nurse and given her the finger. For all her troubles she was given a lecture on how to be nice and how her language wasn't appreciated. Then she got to go to the Library. Joy. She drug her heels the entire way and shook off the nurse as soon as they were there.

With a glare at anyone who might be looking she stalked over to a book shelf and grabbed a hard back book. Then she sat on the floor, in the corner and out of the way, book spread out on her lap. Her posture was stiff and she was clearly not reading the book. Kiden was still pissed.

[claire_ity]

Claire wandered into the Library. She really wasn't sure where she wanted to go this shift - just somewhere quiet. Talking to Jack had lifted her spirits a bit, but now she was back alone with her thoughts. About Martin Landel, and what he could have possibly done to her family. What he'd done to her, and everyone else in here.

Lost in thought, she barely noticed the other girl in the stacks she'd wandered into. Instead, she was focused on a book on an upper shelf - A Little Princess. Something simple. Something with a happy ending.

She reached up for it, for a second forgetting that she was very short and had to get on her tiptoes. As she grasped it, another book toppled from its place and fell on her head.

"Oww!"

Claire rubbed her head irritably, bending down to put the fallen book back in place.

[tempusfragments]

Kiden looked up as the other girl approached. She didn't say anything though, just watched and glare. After all, other people were supposed to pick up on your bad mood and stuff. However then a book fell down and bonked the other blonde in the head.

She stifled a laugh and had to grin a little, even if she was feeling sour. "...Hey," She offered quietly and held out a hand, "I'm Kiden." She knew they hadn't met and might as well be forward.

The other girl looked around her age, but just a hair shorter. Which made her grin a little more for some reason.

[claire_ity]

Claire blinked and looked up, mentally kicking herself for not even noticing the other girl. She smiled and accepted this girl's - Kiden's - hand.

"I'm Claire," she said, holding the books in her arm. She suddenly felt like she was back in high school, and this was the first day...but the gray uniforms shattered that delusion.

"I don't think I've seen you around before...then again, I guess I'm still kind of new here. I only got here two nights ago."

Claire realized she was half rambling, and closed her mouth. She wasn't sure the other girl really wanted company or was simply being polite.

[lustful_thing]

Brunch had been interesting, to say the very least. Between Alphonse and that odd man that seemed convinced she was his sister - or however he was related to the woman he mistook Lust for - she was fighting off a headache. At least her name hadn't been called for a family visit. She supposed she had that to be thankful for.

Especially considering the speculation among the patients. She had no desire to come face to face with anyone familiar, whether they be conditioned or simply impostors.

Hobbling awkwardly into the library, Lust scanned the rows of books. The Head Doctor's arrival and River's outburst had prevented her from really giving much thought to what had passed between her and Scar. Neither one of them really understood much about normal human relations, that much was obvious.

Perhaps it was time to learn.

Scowling, Lust selected a random romance book from the shelf and tucked herself into the corner to read.

[muted_flame]

Glad to hear that he was not going to be subjected to any visitors (who would it have been, anyway?), it wasn't difficult for Roy to decide where he wanted to go, given a choice. The library would be quiet, and there was something very relaxing about being surrounded by books. He also liked the smell

[lustful_thing]

"I don't have any friends, colonel," Lust said, smoothly, glancing up from her book. It was a ridiculous thing, really, and she hardly understood any of it. There was some hint of political intrigue, but it made no sense. And the man and woman did nothing but fight! If that was truly how human relationships worked, she and Scar seemed to be progressing wonderfully.

But she was being spoken to, and she supposed she could give Mustang her attention. She did like the man well enough, after all. If things had been different, she certainly would have made a play for him. He was probably a spectacular lover.

"Other than those I've made me here, I suppose. And the closest things I had to friends back home aren't anyone you'd be too pleased to see."

[muted_flame]

"I wasn't being entirely serious," Roy replied with a small smirk, taking a hold of the nearest bookshelf and slowly lowering himself into a sitting position next to Lust. It was strange how he could seem composed and almost graceful, even in the Landel's uniform.

At her final comment, he let out a small, stinging laugh. "I'm not pleased, believe me." He glanced over at her, his hair out of his face now that he was no longer around Envy, who wasn't aware of his eye and what it meant. (Hopefully it would stay that way, though he wasn't certain how long he could hide it.)

"Envy," he said, seeing no point in keeping the woman in the dark for any longer.

[seiran314]

The library seemed like a perfect place to hide away for a moment or two. Aya hated hospitals, hated the sterile taste of antiseptic in the air, the spotless perfection of straight lined hallways. He'd wasted more than two years of his life walking those hallways again and again, counting his steps from one level to the other, memorizing the tiles again with his quiet steps. When he got injured on a mission, he just rather stayed at the safe house and took his chances than went to magic buss. Trapped, suffocating, restricted.

But as always, he found the dusty scent of books rather homey. Perhaps because he had grown up surrounded by them. Crimson bangs fanned over his eyes, he fingered through the shelves, trailing his fingertips over the spines of the books. He wasn't really reading the titles, just vaguely trailed his gaze over the western letters.

His mind was trying to produce some kind of answer to it all. But it seemed so difficult, so damn difficult...

Mamoru... where have you sent me? What is my mission?

[daddyslilkiller]

((from here))Omi followed his nurse through the halls, munching on a handful of cookies. He'd smiled expectantly at her until she agreed to show him around. At first, she'd insisted the he finish the cookies in the cafeteria, but after duly promising to be very careful and not drop a crumb anywhere in the halls or rooms, she'd agreed that he could bring a few for the road

[seiran314]

There was possibly only one person in the whole planet who could utter his name in such a manner. Aya would have been scared if there were more. Commonly this wouldn't have been an unpleasant situation, tensely barked 'Abyssinian' would have had totally different impact on him, but today and here, this particular 'Aya-kun' managed to pull a bunch of forceful shivers out through the redhead's spine

[daddyslilkiller]

Well, that definitely wasn't the response he thought he'd get. It caught him enough off guard that he stood there blinking in confusion for a minute before he could respond. Seeing Aya here had almost convinced him that this was some sort of mission or other, but.. this wasn't exactly the Aya he'd left the night before. He was almost positive Aya wasn't the sort to indulge in late-night haircuts, so... Yeah. Something was wrong.

Mamoru? Why did that name sound almost-familiar? Like he'd heard it once, somewhere, and couldn't remember where or when or anything except the overwhelming feeling that he should.

He didn't like it, and he didn't like this place so much anymore, either. The general unease probably showed on his face. "Aya-kun? Are you alright? Who's Mamoru?"

[high_prosecutor]

The brunch conversation had been depressing, at best, and Edgeworth couldn't help but be worried about Phoenix when he had heard the other's "name" over the intercom being called for a visit. He hadn't had the chance to even say a proper goodbye to his companions at the table; the others were escorted to the visitors' room and the youngest of the bunch had run off, leaving in a rush with a fast invitation to join him at some sort of club

[high_prosecutor]

[[moving down a couple threads to poke at Valyn]]

[clockworkblond]

At least Elena and Reno had been good company, and Alfons had decided that his brunch companions were people who could be trusted, for the most part. But the best part of it had been that he was now ready to meet with Maes or Roy, or even Edward, now. Something was going on, and now he wanted to know what he was apparently missing, memory-wise.

The German's heart sank a little as he went into the Library, hoping that he could have found Edward among the stacks of books like last time, and yet as he explored it seemed like the blond was mostly alone. But that was all right for now; a little bit of peace would be welcome after all of the information he'd been taking in.

So he settled himself in the science fiction section, nabbing 'War of the Worlds' and curling up with it. There was something comforting and familiar about the simple action of reading something that he almost knew by heart...

[felled_hero]

Unfortunately for Alfons, Maes Hughes wasn't at his best following brunch. The encounter with Envy had left him out of sorts on edge, to put it very mildly. That the sin had dared to talk about his family....

But Maes was trying to put that aside to do what needed to be done. It was over and done with now, and there was no use stewing over it. As much as a part of him wanted to.

His meeting had fallen through spectacularly, which didn't exactly surprise him. Well, he'd just try again. And again, and again if need be. But for the moment, he wanted to see if he could track down Alfons.

He'd met Alfons first in the library, so he figured he'd check there. And luckily, he spotted the young man after a few minutes of searching the room, tucked up with a book. Clearing his throat as he approached, to give warning, Maes leaned against a book shelf and offered the teen a weak grin.

"How you holding up?"

[clockworkblond]

That voice was familiar, and it made Alfons grin as he looked up from his book. A grin that quickly faltered as he saw that weak smile: he'd never seen Maes in his own world looking quite like that, so it was a matter of immediate concern.

"Fairly well, considering what I told you on the bulletin... better than you, it seems. Please, sit down." Alfons's blue eyes were filled with concern, any lingering resentment he might have held to the older man dissipated. The book was set aside on the table, his full attention now devoted to the older man. "Is something the matter?"

[felled_hero]

"Thanks." Maes took a seat and leaned back, glad to be out of the dining hall at least. "Oh, I just had an unpleasant brunch, that's all. Ran into someone I don't get along with, and he... decided to take a few shots at me." He laughed a little bit, at his choice of words. A few shots. That was what it all came back to, didn't it?

He shook his head, trying to dismiss Envy from his mind.

"But I'm fine, just in a less than great mood. I'm more worried about you. You don't remember anything from last night, huh?"