Day 50: Chapel

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The last thing Claude heard was the Head Doctor's voice faintly filtering into the corridors of the ship before he found himself tucked beneath the sheets of his bed. It took a moment to register he'd even changed locations, but then he he abruptly sat up, fought the wave of nausea that washed over him, and felt the blankets beneath his fingers.

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[mitase]

Hanatarou woke with a sense of lingering chagrin, remembering just how easily Tsukasa had opened the door that defied his attempts to do it. And Senna had seemed like she really wanted out of the room, too, so that was a particularly bad time for him to display just how very useless he really was. He sighed, absently ruffling his hair. Hopefully she was okay; he didn't want her to be upset

[deadlyjuliet]

Back here then. Grell had thrown a fit enough to ruin his day in his room, but when the nurses came, all they'd found was a few displaced pillows and blankets and little Geoffrey sitting despondent on the edge of his bed. Underneath it all, Grell raged and wanted to twist their necks, take off limbs and decorate the room with their entrails, but on the surface, he smiled nervously at the nurse and said he'd had a particularly bad nightmare.

When given the choice, the death god obviously chose the Chapel. What better place was there to go after having been home than the one place he felt closest to it? Perhaps God was not here, or perhaps he was simply overlooking this place for some reason that fit into His Great Plan or whatever, but Grell still found himself drawn there in the hope that He would be listening. God would not forsake them all, right

[mitase]

It was relatively peaceful for a while, with only the quiet hum of other peoples' conversations in the air and nobody sitting nearby. Hanatarou pushed away the lingering worries from the night before-- Senna wasn't in the room that he'd seen, so he could check up on her later, and none of the rest of it could be dealt with right now either. He could just sit and enjoy the quiet for a moment and maybe get some rest.

He was actually on the verge of dozing off, despite the somewhat awkward position he was in, when he suddenly found someone else sitting next to him. And talking to him. And... that voice was kind of familiar, and not in a good way. Or was he imagining things?

Startled, the healer opened his eyes and blinked at the newcomer, then immediately jerked upright out of his slouch. "Er, G-Grell-san. Hello...." He'd managed to avoid the rather... unusual shinigami for a while now, but apparently that had changed. "Is... is what normal?"

[deadlyjuliet]

"Your terrible posture, dearest," he responded jokingly with a shrug before he leaned back and crossed his legs. The little shinigami was so cute, really. So tiny and so easily scared that it made Grell feel oh so terrifying even when he didn't mean it. He was polite, too. Perhaps they taught better manners over in Hanatan's bureau than they did to other branches. And with him, Grell didn't need to pretend or hide who he was or put up any sort of pretense. Everyone likely knew his crimes anyway and it wasn't like it had been so serious in the end. He was looking forward to a very long and nasty probation and punishment, but eventually he'd be allowed to go back to work.

Eventually.

With a smile and a wink, Grell settled in and turned his gaze fully to the god beside him. "You seem a bit upset is all."

And now a bit nervous if the way he jerked upright was any indication. The boy needed to grow a spine. He carved souls out of the living for goodness sake! Perhaps Grell could teach him confidence and flair. Oh, wouldn't

[mitase]

"Upset? Um. N-no, I'm not." Even if he were inclined to discuss what he'd been thinking with the strange shinigami, Hanatarou rather doubted he would even understand any of it. Grell didn't really seem like the type to think himself useless at all, no matter the situation. "I'm just. Tired? It was a long night, you know."

He offered a nervous sort of smile, unsuccessfully trying to look as though he really meant it. "With the doors, and... you know. We kept trying to find where we were going and, and never did." Not really. They'd found all sorts of other things, many of which he wasn't even sure the real location of, but it wasn't quite the same.

[deadlyjuliet]

A long night was one way to put it. Grell glanced away, the happy facade melting for a second as he recalled his frustrations with the way the night had ended. Grell dismissed it all with a mental wave of his hand and turned back to Hanatarou. He was so cute when he tried to smile like that.

"Yes, the doors. Quite a headache that." Offices on a never ending loop and then that little surprise. It had been a wonderful surprise in the beginning, but once Grell had realized the truth? Well, it'd just been cruel. "I found it rather rude they should bounce us all over without so much as a notice or a warning. The sickness upset my delicate system."

And made him want to murder his only partner for the night. "Did you find anything interesting in your travels?"

[mitase]

At least Grell didn't seem like he was in too bad a mood today, or didn't seem inclined to take it out on him if so. Either way... well, the healer was okay with the situation. He started to relax just a little bit, absently pulling one foot up onto the edge of the pew and hugging his knee against his chest as he considered the question.

"We saw a lot of offices?" That was very true. Was it three or four in a row? He hadn't really been counting, in his hurry to get back through the door again each time. "And... oh! We met the new radio man, too. He says he's trying to help us."

[deadlyjuliet]

At the mention of offices, Grell's expression turned notably sour. What was it with offices and stalking the death gods? Was God trying to remind them that they weren't doing their jobs while simultaneously punishing them by not taking them back home? Well, not to a home that made sense and had people and life in it. Honestly, if He was so enthusiastic about them being at work, the least He could do was give them their powers back and allow them to do it.

"Offices," he repeated flatly. "Augh, you were trapped in them, too? I ran into far too many before I found anything worthwhile." Mostly. Grell's head was still a bit fuzzy on the end of the night, although things were coming back to him as time progressed. "But enough about that. The radio man you say? And help us? Help us how? The same way that Jill woman did? She seemed spectacularly useless to me."

[mitase]

Was it somehow significant that the two of them had both ended up seeing a lot of offices? Or not, maybe everyone ended up there repeatedly. It wasn't as though Hanatarou knew all the places that had been possible to visit, so maybe he'd seen all of them during their travels. Including that last room with the door that he couldn't open but Tsukasa could.

That one wasn't a particularly good memory, though (even less than Dr. Venkman's office) so he shook his head slightly to dismiss it and moved on.

"I...." Hanatarou started to answer, then paused with a slightly puzzled frown. "Er. I'm... not sure. He didn't, well, get too specific." He paused for a moment longer, then perked up slightly. "But when we saw him last night he offered to send us to wherever we wanted to go? Except for... for, um, home." Or the other ideas he'd had, but Hanatarou didn't see any point in going into detail on that.

[deadlyjuliet]

And again little Hanatan was getting a bit on the oh-look-I've-lost-my-spine side. As a death god, he could have demanded anything he wanted. Hanatan's group had found the man after all. They should have wrung everything they could from him, especially when there was no guarantee they'd ever get the chance again. This radio man was just like their captors though. He and his lot liked to give little clues that ended up being a big headache and nothing more, always stopping short of really helping. If the man had the technology and ability to bounce people about wherever they pleased, they he should have been doing something helpful - like working out how to give them back their powers so they could raze this place to the ground.

"Well, he sounds just as useless as his predecessors. How delightful." Grell sighed and leaned back in the pew, letting his head drop back slightly as he stared up at the ceiling. "Doesn't it frustrate you, Hanatan? To be stripped of all your power, all that greatness we once had? We're no better

[mitase]

"W-well, he did... um. Get us to where I could find supplies...?" Maybe Marc hadn't been able to send everyone back home or get Hanatarou to wherever the people in charge had hidden Hisagomaru, but he had done something useful. Mostly. Even if he wasn't sure just what they'd managed to get there without asking Senna, but. He still wanted to defend the man anyway.

The rest of it, though... well, he'd never had that much "greatness" to begin with. Maybe Grell had, back where he was from, but an insignificant 4th Division healer? No, not really. But missing what power he had possessed was very frustrating indeed, so he agreed with the basic idea of what the other shinigami was saying.

He glanced down at his hands in his lap and frowned slightly. "I, er. Yes? I mean... I can't really do anything like I used to, and, and I miss my zanpakuto. But what can I do about it?"

[deadlyjuliet]

So not entirely useless, just useless in the long run of things. Unless this radio man did the 'let me bounce you wherever you like' every night. That might not be so bad and could actually lead to discoveries worth some bit of merit. However, seeing that the Institute and its compatriots loved to pull the proverbial rug out from under everyone, Grell doubted things would be so nice. More than likely, it would be back to the clues and the annoyances that Grell had come to hate so much. He suspected that was why that rude man started yelling at him about "being first" in the shed a few nights past. Grell cared little for whatever the radio had to say, but apparently others were far too invested in this little rat race.

Glancing over, Grell noticed Hanatarou staring at his hands and he sat up, patting the boy on the head. "Now now, don't be so glum. I'm certain there is something we can do, hm? Nothing is ever hopeless until you're dead and we all know even that isn't the end." He smiled briefly and then pulled his hand back,

[mitase]

Hanatarou automatically flinched as Grell reached toward him, relaxing only slightly when the other shinigami just patted his head in what was apparently supposed to be an encouraging fashion. "Ah, I guess... you're right?" Grell might have some odd perspectives on things, and he was kind of scary, but he wasn't always wrong, was he?

Well. Anyway. He glanced up again at the question and shook his head. "Oh, no, it doesn't look like a scythe... well, maybe some of them might, but it's, it's a sword." He paused a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Do... where you're from, do shinigami use scythes?"

[deadlyjuliet]

"Of course I'm right," Grell said with a flip of his hair over his shoulder. If he wasn't right that would only lead to despair and the last thing Grell wanted to do was despair right now. He'd been home only to see no one there and while it hadn't been what he wanted, he had been home with all his powers returned. It meant there was a chance this Landel person could send them back or at least return their powers here. If Grell could get his full powers back? Oh, the havoc he could wreak.

"A sword? How quaint!" And so appropriate for the Orient! Weren't they all about those ninja weapons or some such? Katanas or something to that effect. Grell smiled and shook his head, waving a hand to chase away the thought of his bureau using scythes. "Oh, hardly. We've all upgraded to the newest models and they take any shape we wish-" Within regulations. Stupid things. "-so now only the old gods use something as old and dreary as an actual scythe."