Day 48: Courtyard

[thatdamnedninja]

"I could tell you some stories," Yuffie suggested brightly, "of unquestionable legality." Illegality, that was. Petty little things like the law didn't usually mean very much to her, except for the times when she had to uphold it. Always fun for the breaking, though, the law, and messy for the clean-up. Just the way she liked it

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[notachick]

Unlike the other day, Okita didn't argue with his nurse when she bundled him up in the extra clothes. He felt particularly off today for some reason, having slept in during the morning, taking his meal in his room instead and only being able to eat a small portion of it. It felt as if he had a fever, but the nurse had given him some strange little device to put under his arm and told him his temperature wasn't any higher than normal. Maybe a degree and some change off, but nothing to worry about. He wasn't so sure, but then he wasn't about to disagree with her if she was giving him a bill of health

[screwthegods]

Homura walked away from his meeting with Lelouch satisfied enough for what had transpired, and quickly donned the extra clothing they now were requiring the patients to wear. Though the logic was reasonable enough, with the foreboding color of the sky and the undeniable chill, Homura still childishly wanted to refuse on principle. The idea made him grin as he moved into the Courtyard, and he wondered if he truly had grown that desperate for something resembling freedom. When he considered the delays and the drawbacks of recent nights, the thought didn't seem so outrageous

[notachick]

He wished there was sunlight or something to cheer up his day, but there was nothing and he found himself staring aimlessly at the gray curtain above and imagining the sky that lay behind it. He didn't have long to indulge in his little dream though because he felt someone approaching him with purpose. Unlike the usual times when people just came close and passed by, this felt like he was being aimed at. It didn't take long before Okita realized who it was, and no more than a few moments later that something heavy and warm dropped around his shoulders without a word

[screwthegods]

Okita was better at hiding things than Homura, and the quality both fascinated and frustrated the demi-god. Though the line they balanced on remained painfully thin, that part of Homura that cared about his friend wished they would simply fall from it. Death was unavoidable; men who lived by battle learned this lesson quickly, and held it as a higher truth than all others. Yet this death came slowly, with only a promise of being sooner than it should be, and far more cruel. Okita had already expressed that he'd continue to live after he could no longer fight, and that the idea utterly terrified him. Homura felt that same fear for him, and wanted to somehow ease the burden. He knew talking about it wouldn't change the truth, so he had respected Okita's wish for silence. But still

[flamingfurball]

[Papa? Scar!]Nanaki had panicked when the nurses came and removed Yuffie from the wheelchair, helping him back into it before leading them away in separate directions. He stopped panicking when he remembered the bulletin. He asked the nurse for a pen and pulled himself up to make a few edits to the note Yuffie had left

[longlivetehking]

Unfortunately for Scar, a certain woman refused to allow him outside unless he would at least add another layer of so-called 'clothing'. Because, apparently, it was cold. Oh right, humans lacked fur, therefore, the basic ability to keep themselves warm. The king had learned by now that this was the reason why these silly hairless monkeys needed these 'clothing'; to aid them or they'd presumably freeze to death or such. Then again, humans needed a lot of things to aid them. He had to wonder how they could even survive if they were so incompetent. Certainly not long without all of these helpful things. He almost wanted to have a human dropped in the Pride Lands just to see how long it would be before they dropped dead

[flamingfurball]

Nanaki had seen the man approach, but thought nothing of it, besides knowing that he'd have to be careful to move quick if he was attacked. When the man spoke, however, Nanaki took a little more interest.

"Suppose," he repeated, with a nod. "Yes." There was something about the man, he wasn't sure what though. Just something.... odd. Nanaki brushed it aside, all humans are odd.

Nanaki mirrored the man's position. He supposed it was comfortable in an unsettling way. It was as though his body remembered the shape and turn of his limbs.

"Have you been here long?" he asked. The creature seemed resigned to this place, to new people.

[longlivetehking]

Mirroring his position certainly seemed a little odd thing to do, Scar thought to himself. But now that the former lion observed him a little longer, there also was something about this boy, but he couldn't quite pinpoint it. How irritating that he couldn't figure it out from just by looking at him.

The question made Scar pause slightly. The days tended to blend into one another after a while, making it difficult to say how long he had been here precisely. But it was a frequent conversational topic, however. At least not as bad as small talk of the weather...

"I'd say about three weeks already," the king said eventually. And he could have sworn that it seemed so much longer. "How about you?"

[should_be_dead]

Tenzen took the extra layers of clothing the nurses insisted he'd wear before heading outside with annoyance. The sole existence of these nurses was to annoy (if not humiliate) their charges, he was certain of it. But after some fussing, the ninja of Iga could finally enter the courtyard and left to his own devices.

He sat down on one of the benches and crossed his arms. Breakfast had been as uneventful as most of the shifts during the day. The only thing that could be done during these fruitless days was interacting with other patients.

[For Leonard Shelby!]

[otnemememento]

As Leonard passed through the doors, the nurse put a hand on his shoulder, literally grabbing his attention. She handed him a coat she'd been carrying, chastising him for forgetting it. He gave her a smile, putting it away the moment she'd left him. Teasing someone like me about his memory is pretty cruel.

Irritated, he slipped the coat on and headed for one of the benches, taking the empty seat next to a dark-haired man. The cold air made him lethargic in a strange way- Maybe I didn't get enough sleep last night. You can't tell like this. Maybe you've been up for hours, maybe you woke up a few minutes ago.

After he took a moment to look around, he gave the other man an acknowledging nod.

[should_be_dead]

The one who would eventually approach him and take the seat next to him was actually someone Tenzen knew. Leonard Shelby-san, was it? The man that could not create any new memories. Meaning that - along with the man's response - he clearly did not remember the events of that night. Not that much of note had actually occurred other than the irritation that went back and forth, however...the Iga ninja realized, that this could actually be something to take advantage of.

Hnn. Perhaps they could have a more pleasant conversation than last time, then. "I see you look well, Shelby-san," he spoke.

[otnemememento]

Leonard paused, surprised at the coincidence that he'd taken a seat next to someone who knew him. Judging by the size of the facility, he'd expected there to be a fair number of patients, enough that he'd be mostly ignored. Maybe he's only met me once, maybe we're friends, maybe we're enemies. You can't tell. You learn to believe in the only truth you have- facts, provided through photographs and notes you've written to yourself.

He grabbed his polaroids from his pocket, flipping through them. The man's face didn't appear in his collection. "We've met?" he asked, his brow furrowed.

[idontregret]

It was cold outside, and Heat didn't want to be there. As his name would suggest, he and the cold didn't exactly mix well. Unfortunately, he wasn't given much of a choice. The nurses wanted him outside, supposedly in order to get him to work off whatever excess energy he might have. They bundled him up in a couple extra layers, and he was still too sedated to fight them off properly (though one of the orderlies received a kick to the shins and he was threatened with solitary confinement

[human_sponge]

Talking to Alita had given Peter the chance to vent about last night at least slightly, although vent wasn't even the right word. Peter wasn't mad about what had happened, necessarily. It was more than he was confused, upset, worried, and crushed that someone as nice as Roland had been forced to such a terrible end. Losing control of himself and becoming some sort of monster that couldn't tell between friend and foe, only to go so berserk that there was no choice but to attack him

[idontregret]

Heat had closed his eyes, but he pried one open as he heard footsteps approaching. He vaguely recognized the man as one he'd seen before - the one who'd been injured the night before and had been rescued by a handful of women. So he'd want to talk about Roland. Didn't that just figure.

Unfortunately, he wasn't in the best of positions to be ignoring him. The demon shifted, trying to make himself more comfortable since it looked like he was going to have to stay awake rather than be allowed to take the nap he'd been considering. No way was he getting up, though. If this guy wanted to talk to him so badly, then he could join him on the ground. He gave a single grunt of acknowledgment and nodded toward the space next to him.

"So sit down. I'm not goin' anywhere." This man already knew what he was. There wasn't anything for him to hide. He could only expect the worst for this conversation, really, and he didn't care. Normal humans couldn't sympathize. Not unless they were someone like Fred.

[human_sponge]

That was a far better response than Peter had expected. Maybe it was because the guy was too cold to get angry, although wouldn't it have made more sense if that'd exacerbated his mood? There wasn't much point in trying to analyze all of it, though, since he'd just been given his chance to talk

[blood_and_pocky]

[For Zack!]

Aidou had a headache.

He was sure, in fact, it was the same monster headache that’d been dogging him since his arrival, oh, almost a month ago. He’d found its strength was directly proportional to his level of failure, so naturally upon waking he’d wanted to bury his pounding head under the pillow and pretend he didn’t have to go through yet another day of patient theatrics. Augh, he was just sick. Of everything. When had his lack of progress become a consistent habit instead of merely an intermittent aggravation? It was enough to make the vampire--

Well, it was enough to get him very, very angry, but that was also a futile habit of his. Hence, Aidou had sat through breakfast grinding his teeth, but by the time second shift came around, the sharp bite of frustration had dulled to a distant (and familiar) sense of disappointment. No, there no point in shouting out his fury, as much as he might like to. And no, this losing streak wouldn’t last, because he was going to change it. Tonight he’d do something. Something more

[zack_fair]

Speaking to ZEX had opened up Zack's mind even more when it came to realizing just how powerful the Head Doctor was. This was on a whole different scale from anything Hojo had been allowed to do. While the man had experimented on both him and Cloud, they were only two people. How many of the patients here had once been in different bodies, for instance? It was enough to make his skin crawl if he thought too hard about it. Still, it was good to see that ZEX took enjoyment out of some things, and he hadn't been as down in the dumps about his situation as he could have been. That was always good

[blood_and_pocky]

While the courtyard was not impressive, it seemed a fair indulgence that he take a little time to walk around, do something while he was outside in the fresh air. Something other than sit around on a lumpy couch or a hard plastic chair. Working his legs out at the same time he scoped out the area would be killing two birds with one stone

[zack_fair]

Zack had to admit he was a little disappointed. He knew that they'd only spoken once, and that Aidou hadn't showed himself to be the most eager person in that moment, but what kind of greeting was that? The soldier frowned and threw both of his hands into the air. "That's all I get? 'You'?" It was clear that he was only making a joke, but he did have to wonder why he only deserved a lackluster greeting