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Day 19 - Breakfast

Oct 22, 2006 13:36

As Ginji was ushered through the halls towards the cafeteria he felt a little dizzy. He felt like something was very, very wrong but he wasn't sure what. It wasn't just the fact that he had woken up in the middle of some strange place, or the fact that Ban was no where to be found. Something else was wrong. Something important. Something that he ( Read more... )

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angels_inflight October 22 2006, 21:35:54 UTC

Naminé was very sore when she woke up, almost to the point of immobility. If it were not for the pangs of hunger stabbing her thin frame (and the fact she was still clutching the files from the other night to her chest), she would have begged the nurse for a day of rest. However, not only did hunger win, but Naminé had to quickly choose a place to hide her files. The underside of the mattress seemed too common, yet the dresser seemed too obvious, but she chose the dresser anyway, burying the files under sketches done when she was bored. Hopefully the nurses didn't clean the dressers out ( ... )

clockmongler October 22 2006, 21:57:03 UTC

Had it not been for Nursey McNursingson's promise of withholding her syringes laced with death, the need to hide his weapons, and the desire to check on Naminé, Luxord would never have bothered leaving the bed. It felt as though someone had subjected his entire body to a throughoutly good beating and it was much like…

The time he, Xaldin, and Xigbar were to scout China for a good Heartless candidate, and No. II's words angered a very large Hun-army. Yes, it felt exactly like how he did the end of that trip.

"Come on, Daniel. I know the mattress isn't that terrible," Nursingson chided playfully as he scowled at her. Her hand rested against his shoulder, guiding the gambler along as he tried all but not to hobble towards an empty chair. "And I'm serious this time. You have to eat something or you're going to get really sick. You gotta keep your strength up, kay?" These words were received with a sneer, much like the plate she pushed into his arms ( ... )

angels_inflight October 22 2006, 22:03:17 UTC

Naminé looked up, smiling with relief. So Luxord did make it out alive! He looked grouchy and worse for wear, like the time he went on a scouting trip to the Land of Dragons with Xigbar and Xaldin (she never really heard the details on that particular mission), but he was alright!

"Yes, I'm fine. Thanks to you," Naminé nodded with gratitude. She looked around and leaned closer. Maybe she was overdoing it a little? But they put so much work into getting those files, Naminé didn't want to risk losing them when she hadn't even had the chance to look at them. "I have your file in my room. I'll get it out when night comes around if you still want to read it?"

Leaning back, Naminé noticed the Gambler's food had been left untouched.

"You're not going to eat? The waffles are really fluffy!"

clockmongler October 22 2006, 22:26:26 UTC

He smiled in return, taking a seat across from the girl and pulling up his own plate for more observational reasons than to actually eat anything on it. "I promised I would not let any harm come to you, did I not? As a gentleman, I keep my promises," he said, poking at a piece of sausage warily, as though it was infected with some flesh-eating virus. It could have been, for all he knew. For all he knew, they were putting drugs in the food to gain control of their will and their power… perhaps he had been reading too many books. "Us Nobodies have to stick together," the blond finished with a nod, pushing the plate away from himself once more. Better safe than sorry, he thought with a shrug, listening in to the smaller Nobody's words ( ... )

angels_inflight October 22 2006, 23:17:57 UTC

He did... though Naminé did not know why so many people wanted to protect her. Especially since she was no longer a part of the Organization's plan and since she wasn't even a Somebody, what good would it do to protect her? Naminé wasn't being pessimistic, simply practical; why did so many want to protect her?

Then again, Naminé knew it was because she knew good people, even if they didn't have hearts. She wondered how Luxord's Somebody was. Was he as honorable as the Nobody?

"Yes, it's room F3." Naminé made sure to inspect her room number before getting ushered off. She hoped that was the last time she had to move. "Do you know yours? Or did they move you too?"

Naminé nodded at Luxord's response about the food, but that didn't stop her from looking worried. "I... I guess as long as you eat lunch or something." Maybe Luxord was the type who didn't eat breakfast.

nisemono_janai October 24 2006, 18:40:31 UTC

His efforts of the night before had been almost a total wash. The replica was reminded of the one large victory, however, when he opened his eyes to daylight and everything in his miserable little room, including Nurse Leslie. He could still see. Yes, his vision was a bit fuzzy, but it was better than the shades of dark and less-dark he'd been subjected to yesterday.

After a quick trip to the medical wing where the doctors evidenced no particular shock at his recovery (a lot of help they'd been) and told him to keep taking the medications they'd prescribed the day before, Nurse Leslie led him back to the cafeteria and breakfast.

Being able to see made it so much easier to find who he was looking for. But there were still no signs of Ansem. Weird. Maybe something had happened to him... The replica snorted. It'd serve him right anyway.At a loss for what to do with himself after he'd gotten his food, he continued to stare around the large gathering of patients, trying to decide where to sit. After seeing his father last night, he ( ... )

angels_inflight October 24 2006, 20:23:52 UTC

The conversation with Luxord had stalled, perhaps because Naminé couldn't find anything else to say. She felt a little ungrateful; this man put his life on the line to protect her own, surely she could say something more encouraging then 'I guess if you eat lunch ( ... )

nisemono_janai October 24 2006, 20:50:43 UTC

When those big blue eyes looked up at him, the replica couldn't help but feel a little weak in the knees. Well, it was as good an excuse as any to sit down next to her, so he did.

When Namine called him that name, the replica shook his head, admonishing gently, "You know I'm not Riku." He looked down at the table, studying the grain. How was he going to think of a name? It made sense for his father to name him, but Vexen didn't care about him anymore. Both Sora and Ansem had told him to choose his own, but how? From what? Xehanort had said he'd chosen the name of someone who was important to him at the time. But the only people important to him were...

He glanced back up as Namine indicated the Nobody across the table. Luxord... What kind of gay-ass name was that? Then again, all the Nobodies he knew but one had stupid names. The replica studied Luxord, eyes narrowing as he tried to figure out what his relationship was to Namine, if he'd dragged her out of her room, what his intentions were and had been ( ... )

clockmongler October 24 2006, 22:29:30 UTC

No, it was not Naminé's fault. Perhaps eating something would be better, as the gambler's mind couldn't quite seem to grasp onto one subject for too long, and as a result, completely derailed from the conversation at hand in order to glare at the menacing breakfast. Past expectations continued to show through on top of this new hell, as though looking into a dirty magic mirror. He would retort to Naminé's suggestion at eating something, at least until the clatter of another tray burst through his trail of thought ( ... )

angels_inflight October 24 2006, 23:17:17 UTC

"I know..." Naminé nodded, yet she knew she could never bring herself to call him a name that fitted what he truly was. "Then what should I call you? Did you decide on a name for yourself?" Whatever would make Riku happy, she would do. They were childhood friends, even if that was one giant lie. The memories were still there for her, and she was sure Riku remembered them too ( ... )

nisemono_janai October 25 2006, 16:24:05 UTC

"Then what should I call you? Did you decide on a name for yourself?"

He sighed and shook his head. "Ansem said...maybe the library." He shrugged, helpless, doubting a name picked from some dusty old book he wasn't even interested in reading would do. The replica glanced at her, their eyes meeting, for a split second looking as though he might ask for her opinion. But no, Namine would probably tell him the same thing Sora and Xehanort had. He sighed again, feeling defeated.

"A woman with a poker..." A poker? It took him a moment to piece things together. "You mean like, from a fireplace?" The smell of burning flesh returned unbidden to his nostrils, which flared slightly in distaste. Recovering quickly from the unpleasant memory, the replica looked into her eyes. "I'm glad you got away unharmed." He would certainly have been able to tell if the poker had gotten her anywhere ( ... )

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