When the intercom came on to announce the shift change, the feeling of dread returned. Anise had calmed down considerably since the morning, and she felt more ready to discuss the previous night with Ilia... but not as ready as she wanted to be
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Or that was what she hoped was the case. It was always possible, possible, that what the Shadow Anise had said was true, that she lured people in with her cute face and then used it to her advantage. Well, that was going to be hashed out here, so Ilia wasn't going to jump to any conclusions ( ... )
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Ilia was asking for honesty, and that was what Anise had planned to give her in the first place. But more importantly, did that mean that Ilia still believed that Anise would be honest with her? There was no way to be sure, but Anise still appreciated it, whether it was a sincere expectation or not. With a small smile, she nodded her agreement. "I'd like that, too. I promise."
The smile on her face faded before long, and the girl looked down to her knees, feeling a little too awkward to maintain eye contact. "But, um... I don't blame you if you don't take my word for it. A lot of the stuff my shadow said... kinda was true."
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Yukito just gave a mental shrug, determined not to let matters drag him down; Yue could worry more than enough for the both of them, after all. Instead he just wandered over to investigate the bulletin, pausing on a particular note signed "R.Aoyagi." Was that... Ritsuka? The boy who'd been so concerned about the people taken for experimentation? This note seemed to imply so, given its content, and Yukito read over the responses with a thoughtful air ( ... )
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--was someone staring at him?
Yukito glanced to the side and blinked, a little startled to see the author of the note he was reading standing right there and looking a little annoyed, as well. "Oh, Ritsuka-kun," he said without thinking, smiling at the younger boy in a friendly manner. "I was just reading your note, and now here you are. What a coincidence!"
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He grabbed one of the felines off the floor by the scruff of its neck, finding a seat and placing it in his lap so that he appeared occupied. The kitten was a little put out by this at first, but ear scritches were ear scritches and it didn't stay annoyed for long. The ninja, meanwhile, was looking distinctly... bored? If his bored expression appeared any different from his typical expressionless one, it was hard to tell, but possibly noticeable to anyone who actually knew him.
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He had never claimed to understand why the nurses would drag him to the other activities; he'd always end up glaring at the opposite wall rather than actually participating. Part of it was the lack of interest, and the music room wasn't any different. It wasn't as though he minded the music in itself - it could be rather entertaining, after all - but he wasn't quite a fan of all these silly human means of creating some horrible excuse thereof. Or listening to it, whatever the case may be ( ... )
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Released? How could... Taura wasn't even sure how to finish that thought, except in a bewildered heap of hurt and curiosity and disbelief. She pinned a note on the board, a few first tries going in the trash before her hands would stop shaking with suppressed rage or sadness; which it was she refused to acknowledge lest it overwhelm her.
A little squeak caught her attention -- the same kitten that Leela had been playing with was now demanding attention from Mr. Scar. She swallowed hard. She couldn't make the apology she wanted to, but she could at least...get a start on it. She cleared her throat, a low rumble.
"Mr. Scar? Can I," bother you, "talk to you?"
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Scar had been in the progress of another attempt at removing the kitten from his person, but the little hairball happened to be much more intelligent irritating than he had anticipated. Nails dug into the fabric of the silly human clothing, indicating that the kitten didn't quite enjoy the idea of moving. An irritated sigh escaped his lips.
Great! As if he hadn't dealt with enough pushy yet persistent little hairballs to last him a life time ( ... )
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She looked away, then, her eyes a bit suspiciously damp. She hadn't had to tell someone they'd lost a friend before, even if she wasn't quite sure friend was the right word. Goad, maybe. That could be just as important in a place like this.
She'd have to get used to it, if she was going to lead a squad. No-one liked notifying family, but it was a reality, and at least von Karma might not be dead. Released could mean so many things. "The medtech," she said, waving a hand in the direction of the nearest knot of 'techs, who were coaxing patients into the already-crowded music room. "Said that Karl Fuchs had gone home. Mister von Karma, I mean. Did you know him well?"
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Finding a nice spot on the carpet, the little boy parked himself and crossed his legs. While those couches weren't uncomfortable, he preferred the solid feeling of the ground. Those puffy cushions threatened to drown him, and Goku didn't appreciate that treachery. The floor was just fine!
His nurse was nowhere to be seen in the Sun Room, which was nice. But Goku noticed, however, the others were still keeping tabs on everyone, even him from time to time. His fat eyebrows knitted together in a childish glower as he spoke. "Why are they always watchin' us...? It looks so boring!"
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