Why does this place always have to spoil my fun? was the first thing HK thought when he realized he was back in his cell in the Institute. Oh well. This meant his nurse would be coming soon to lead him off to whatever boring place he was supposed to go to now
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Lugnut marched right out of the cafeteria, Scourge trailing behind him, and scanned the room for Blitzwing.
Still nothing, slagitall. But there was Depth Charge, who was relaxing, and was... not safe, but he wouldn't sprain Lugnut's wrist.
Lugnut lumbered over and sat on the couch opposite Depth Charge, staring blankly at the Auto-- Maximal, ice pack still pressed to his wrist.
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And DC again, lovely. At least Scourge had something to wave in his face, if it wasn't for him the Maximal would be zombie food right now.
"Hi." He perched himself on the couch arm and waved with all the cheer he could muster.
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"Hi."
Holy--! Latent reflexes from the previous night kicked in with a jerk, and it was only by slamming one hand on the floor that he stopped himself from falling clean out of the armchair in shock. Lugnut and Scourge were sitting across from him as though they'd been there all along. Well, slag.
"Primus!" The words came out as a snarl, more from the embarrassment of being caught so royally off guard than from aggression. "Don't do that!" Pushing himself back up into the chair in a vague attempt to regain some of his dignity, he eyeballed his visitors sulkily. "What the Pit do you two want?"
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L made the decision to approach Matt solely because there was an element of familiarity about him.
Most of these people do not appear to be sick, or injured enough to be hospital inpatients, he thought, so it seems possible that this is a facility for psychiatric treatment, or maybe for the treatment of addictions...? No, there would be supporting materials suggesting that as the goal. The other possibility is that they are not patients at all.
He popped up in front of Matt, all unkempt black hair and staring dark eyes.
"You are familiar to me. Why?"
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"Because we grew up in the same place," he answered, watching the man warily. "You just got here." A statement. "I have some answers, if you want them." Would things go better with him now, he wondered, than they had when he was there before? They yet to get anywhere, and he wasn't feeling incredibly optimistic after almost becoming a zombie the night before.
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He realized that he had begun to think in terms of a nebulous "they" and "them," and wondered when he would have something more concrete to place behind what would ordinarily sound to him like a half-baked conspiracy theory.
His eyebrows twitched a bit, as a thoughtful expression passed across his face, and his gaze slipped to the side before it returned to focus on Matt.
"I would appreciate answers -- although I believe you will understand that I cannot yet take them at face value."
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It was then that she realized the morning announcement had been different. Odd. Still, she needed to go make sure Soubi, Ritsuka and Miku knew she hadn't ended up as zombie food since she hadn't made it back to them. Her first place to stop was the Sun Room to check the board if she didn't see any of them.
She did spot Miku and the other young woman crying her eyes out made the ninja completely forget about her own injuries and the pain she was in. She sat down next to Miku and reached out to gently tug her into the ninja's embrace. "Miku..."
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"What are you sorry about?" She'd seen the board, so she knew Sousuke was gone, but she hoped Miku wasn't blaming herself.
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"You got that right!" Tyki greeted with a grin, adjusting his own glasses. Which wasn't all that much of a lie, he guessed. At least, when he wasn't looking around for either foor or money, or cheating someone's pants off. "All I need now is a smoke and I'm set."
But the way it looked like, it would seem he would have to wait until evening. Jeez...
"I don't think I ever caught yer name."
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"A cigarette? I'm afraid I can't help you there, love - none up my sleeves today." Or ever. He wasn't one to smoke, but if it meant getting in with someone who could help him survive, he'd be more than happy to steal a few from someone less needy. Holding out his hand, palm down, Grell smiled wide for once. "Since we never finished our game, I'll give you a freebie. My name is Grell Sutcliff. And yours was... Tyki Mikk, was it not?"
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Shaking her head, Yuffie moved a few feet to the left so that she could sit with her back comfortably against the wall. She brought her knees up to her chest, rested her journal on them, and started translating her notes from Wutaian to something that Lelouch'd be able to understand. Short of jumping up onto a table and belting out a drinking song she'd learned from Cid, work was the only distraction she could think of.
[Closed to Lulu.]
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That's what it was -- crap. If she'd tried to get by handing this sort of thing to Reeve… Ugh, he'd have given her a look, she just knew it. She'd had all this time, and she'd barely been able to scratch the surface! Everything she knew, everything she'd been able to scrape together so far, asked way more questions than it answered! Yuffie scratched her cheek, brushed the pen through her bangs, tapped her feet in an off-beat rhythm. Sighed. And then scowled at the piece of paper, as if to say: I want very badly to dip you in three kinds of acid, follow up with petrol, and then light you on fire. With a bomb.
And then I'll -- Wait, is that Lelouch?
Yuffie blinked, observing him silently as he shambled over to his girlfriend, the bulletin board. He didn't look too good. Not injured, just. Kinda zombie like. Which, after a night like that, wasn't too nice a thought ( ... )
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