The sensation of fabric underneath her and over her was the first thing she felt; her eyes flickered open as she shifted, confusion clouding her thoughts. ‘Did we reach Edo?’ This was definitely a hospital of sorts, for the smell of it was familiar enough to her. But as she sat up and accessed herself, she realised there wasn’t any visible injuries on her, even though she clearly remembered having several. Not even her lungs burned…
Burning…had she destroyed Eshi by releasing full invocation of her Innocence? Then the others were safe, right? Lavi, Bookman, Miranda, Krory, Anita...Anita--
Lenalee’s fingers went to her hair, the dark strands slightly tangled and falling about her face. ‘The hairties…no, I couldn’t have lost them…’ Her heart pounded as her gaze swept the bed, the floor, and then it slowed when she saw them on the nightstand, untouched and unbroken. Slowly, she reached out, and then affixed them in her hair, hoping they weren’t crooked
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Rapunzel's heart beat like a mad bird flapping its wings against the bars of a cage, though she tried not to let it show in front of the indescribably terrifying soldier currently escorting her back to the "patient block." She still got the sense that if she took so much as one step too far to the right or left, she was going to get a blow to the head or worse. Without a frying pan or anything else to defend herself with, that was a risk Rapunzel wasn't willing to take, and so she stayed as rigid as she could, hurrying to match the soldier's marching pace. She already missed Nurse Alice, even after knowing her for just a few hours
( ... )
She was surprised to see another girl enter. Mild confusion flickered in her eyes, but...she took it in quickly enough. She drew in another breath before answering. "I will be." Had to be. There might not be a next time for "being okay" if she weren't careful. "Things were too sudden."
'...worse prisons.' Lenalee's head snapped at this. "...Prison?" More perplexity entered her gaze as she tried to make sense of it. "Why am I--or you--in a prison?"
Something cold was curling back in her stomach at those words...
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Yikes. Was this girl even newer than her? Rapunzel was still barely getting a grip on the way this whole Institute place worked; now, she was already being thrust into the role Kairi had taken opposite to her earlier. She was reminded of Soma pointing out that a few weeks was considered long enough to be a veteran here. Rapunzel saw how that could be now, if turnover was this fast. Did the people who ran this place just get really bored really fast or something?
"Uh, I'm not even sure myself just yet," Rapunzel answered with a much more visible wince following the other girl's reaction. "As far as I can tell, this place is supposed to be for healing? They tried telling me earlier today that I was here to 'get better.' But... But that's so obviously not what's going on here!" she tried to explain, frustration filtered back into her tone and expression there. She really was getting sick of being confused and intimidated, be it here or back in her tower. "I mean, who do they think they're fooling? They just had nurses walking everyone
( ... )
Well, this was certainly something she had never seen before. Her entire stay at the institute had been mostly being told by nurses where to go during the day, while at night, trying to avoid them and their syringes. However, not those appeared to be ... gone.
After having her name called in the Recreational Field, Kairi asked to be escorted to the Sun Room, in an attempt to nap. She was tired, and she figured, at least, the Sun Room would be quiet ...
How wrong she was!
She replayed the moment in her head as she was escorted down the hallway, trying her hardest not to look up at her new escorts, for fear that she would ... well, for fear that her normally strong resolve would be shattered. This was something new and frightening. Especially considering the strange gas that was released into the cafeteria only hours ago. Could these new additions to the institute do that whenever they pleased
( ... )
Though Rita didn't know the face of the man who had burst into the Sun Room as she studied alone, she did recognize the voice. It wasn't long before her suspicions were confirmed for her: what she was seeing was the Head Doctor himself. So, he finally had the gall to show his face around the patients? If it weren't for the soldiers surrounding him, Rita was certain he would have been swarmed by an angry mob. Heck, she might have even considered joining in
( ... )
Kairi smiled as Rita entered the room, and she wiggled her fingers in a sort of secretive greeting until the soldier left the room. They weren't very friendly.
At her comment, the princess nodded her head, letting out a soft sigh as she pushed her red bangs out of her eyes. "It certainly appears that way, doesn't it?" she agreed. She could only imagine what this new person was going to be like. If she thought Landel was bad ... what was the Eagle going to be like? Considering he had armed soldiers at his disposal, who knew what other kinds of things he had up his sleeves? "I wonder what's going to happen to all of us."
And that made her wonder. What, exactly, was an altverse? She had never heard of something like that before, but perhaps Rita had?
"What do you suppose an 'altverse' is?" Kairi asked her, turning to look at her as she spoke. "I've never heard of something like that, but by the sounds of it, whatever it is, Landel is worried for it. Or ... well, not worried, but concerned."
"Wish I knew," Rita replied simply before taking another bite of her food. It wasn't that she wasn't interested, however - she only wanted a few extra seconds to think about it. She had also found that particular mention to be interesting
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Alaric imagined if he'd been around a bit longer, this sort of thing would have been surprising. According to the reactions he was seeing (and the crap he was hearing from the intercom) the soldiers were a brand-new addition, one that wasn't being appreciated from either side. The only reason he wasn't shocked was he'd been waiting for this ever since he'd woken up in a hospital occupied by both prisoners, medical staff, and soldiers. Just waiting for them to swarm in and take over like wasps. Even in the very small amounts of business he'd personally witnessed between the Mayor and the Sheriff, he'd realized any force with guns didn't like not being in control.
Four days. Regardless of what was happening with the controlling authority of the institute, those words were still the only thing at the forefront of his mind. Damon had been here four days. Obviously that wasn't possible. It created an ultimatum: one of them was wrong. One of them had been compelled, with memories both taken away and constructed. Somehow, Alaric thought the
( ... )
Damn, was the foremost thought in Indy's mind as the nurse led him back to his room. The tear gas had thrown his plans for the day off; he hadn't accomplished anywhere near as much as he'd hoped to
( ... )
Okay, definitely not bad. It was easy to imagine there was a lot worse prison food out there. And if they drugged him... well, hell, what did it matter at this point? He was pretty convinced vampires were somehow involved in this whole deal, and they didn't need petty drugs to turn him into just another body.
Not being too surprised when the door opened a second time, Alaric merely looked up with his mouth full of pasta... to almost lose all of it. Because Harrison Ford just walked into the room. Harrison Ford... from the 80's.
What the hell didn't even begin to cover it, and that was before he'd introduced himself.
After a lot of staring and some mild choking on his food, Alaric got to his feet to shake the offered hand. He was in a mental institute with Harrison Ford. Or he was already drugged. If so, it wasn't exactly a bad hallucination, just one completely out of left field. The hand was pretty solid, though. He didn't exactly have a lot of experience with hallucinogens, so he wasn't sure if that was normal or not. As long as
( ... )
Indy stifled a sigh. Another moviegoer, it looked like. At least this guy wasn't denying his existence or quoting lines at him. "I take it the name's familiar," he said, returning to his desk to start eating his premium spaghetti with Landel's signature marinara sauce. "Don't worry; you're not the first." No last name in that introduction, he noticed. What did that mean? Another one playing it close to the chest. Indy ought to introduce his new roommate to Ryuuzaki; they'd get along just great
( ... )
That was all Bella could think when she was escorted back to her room by not her normal bubbly nurse, but by an armed guard, not looking all that happy. Giving him a well deserved side eye, the teenager looked him up and down, noting the large gun almost instantly, as well as the helmet. She couldn't see any kind of patch or badge to signify where they were from, and that caused her to frown. Who the hell are these guys?Entering her room, she was just glad to get away from them. Like she really wanted to get shot or smacked with a barrel or something
( ... )
Okay, so, getting hauled into her room by armed guard? Definitely new. Five days in and she finally felt comfortable saying that. As the door pulled open, the tail end of her prying conversation with the guard filled the room. Her tone was stubborn and indignant to match the way her forehead was creased and her jaw was set -- not to mention her hasty attempt to jerk her arm out of the grip of the guard.
"So, what, we're not even going to get an explanation now? You can't just do this and not tell us what's going on1 We have rights!" Not that anyone had exactly been observing those rights, but she wanted to know if taking Landel out of control was for their benefit or not. An enemy of an enemy, right? Unfortunately she couldn't focus on that hope and cling to it when she was busy worrying that maybe they would be worse. Scratch that, they'd probably be worse
( ... )
The sound of the door opening caused the teenager to jump, and she turned just in time to see one of the guards "escort" Claire into the room. Honestly, she didn't like the way they were seemingly manhandling her; the way Claire jerked out of the guard's grasp caused Bella to glare daggers at the man ... after all, he was hurting her friend. However, the real reason she glared was because she knew she wasn't able to do anything about it
( ... )
The annoyed look dropped at the clumsiness of Bella's handling of her pen and a small smile, accompanied by a half laugh, replaced it. All her anxiety eased out of her expression with it and she relaxed in her chair, dropping her fork and giving Bella her full attention instead of her meal.
"Did anyone get away from it? I'd like to find them, get some tips on dodging the stuff. I had no idea it sucked that bad, no wonder they use it for wars." Like she was touching phantom injury, she rubbed her fingers over her eyes and puffed out a sigh. It was pretty easy to be off her guard with Bella, but it did make everything a little more casual, which had her finally noticing the journal that Bella had out.
"Note for Edward?" It was a pretty steep assumption but after she'd done it once, it only made sense that she'd do it again. After all, what else would you write in those things? She didn't trust the nurses -- or the guards for that matter -- to resist the urge to go rifling through her things, and most of her thoughts were
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Except not. Gabriel, personally, was just waiting for the moment he got shot in the head so he could be put out of his misery. Considering he was chained to his vessel, at this point he was figuring that was it: lights out. Permanently.
Though, considering his life, he might be the Little Nicky of Heaven. Oh yeah, being sent home after being stuck in a crazy cross-dimensional asylum. That would actually be going downhill. Chances were someone with a bigger stick up their ass than Castiel was the quasi-manager of the kingdom in the clouds, too. He would've said someone like Zachariah or Raphael, but - opps. And then he'd get stuck telling his sibling what a crazy life it'd been and of course he hadn't been hiding out on earth for the last thousand years in the guise of a pagan trickster god. That would be silly, and he's an archangel. They simply aren't that creative.
Then they'd force him to choose a side, which exactly what he was still trying to avoid. With angels, humanity wasn't an option. They were the
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The sun was slowly dropping beneath the distant horizon, and still Facilier couldn't make sense of his fresh new dilemma. Talking with that bizarre boy didn't help, and all the nurses he approached simply gave him the same story: that he was in Martin Landel's mental institute for so-called "treatment". How could this be? He wasn't supposed to be in a "mental institute", but at the same time, Facilier didn't exactly want to be trapped on the Other Side with the angry Loa either...
All that was left for Facilier to investigate (other than the crazy patients, unhelpful nurses and that one cat he kicked earlier which was still hissing at him) was a single board on the wall, filled to the brim with an assortment of letters. The chaotic matrix of notes did nothing to ease Facilier's nerves, but he did his best to scan each piece of paper for any helpful information. So far he could only gather a specific theme of poorly disguised secrecy amongst the institute population; talks of meetings at night, mind games and plans of escape. What
( ... )
There went his hard-earned solitude. Hard-earned in that... the coma patient had died or been eaten or something, but obviously he had helped lead the guy towards that inevitable end. He'd kind of deserved it just for being a dick about the glasses.
But worse than the yelling was the fact he was stuck with a newbie. Like his now-human life hadn't been thrilling already. Gabriel still hadn't decided a lot of things for himself; the last thing he needed to be doing was taking some guy by the hand and leading him through Landel's 101. He had enough problems with the whole Winchester thing, the prophet loose end (which he hadn't seen since that one morning meeting. Even though the thought of it along brought a smile to his face, it was... kind of bad luck for prophets to go missing), and the new, surprise cameo of the not-so-dead goddamn RubyMaybe Lucifer was behind the whole thing. This was just the dickish behavior he was into these days
( ... )
Facilier took in a moment to catch his breath, each inhale and exhale gradually slowing down to a normal pace as the pleading look in his eyes shifted into a glare of disgust towards the stranger.
Wonderful. Yet another smarmy (and likely insane) man to further vex Facilier in this confounded place! Out of all the people Facilier could have been locked in the same room with, why did it have to be this crude man? Was this the Loa's way of punishing him?!
"Just WHO do you think you are?" Facilier snapped, fully facing the man with a displeased sneer. "I'm not someone you can just talk down to or demand payment from for just a simple question!" In fact, things were usually the other way around for Facilier! He wasn't letting the tables turn on him! Deranged limbo or not!
"Why should I bother paying you in pastries for an answer I've probably already heard?!" he demanded, wagging a long bony finger at the stranger, "Let me guess
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Burning…had she destroyed Eshi by releasing full invocation of her Innocence? Then the others were safe, right? Lavi, Bookman, Miranda, Krory, Anita...Anita--
Lenalee’s fingers went to her hair, the dark strands slightly tangled and falling about her face. ‘The hairties…no, I couldn’t have lost them…’ Her heart pounded as her gaze swept the bed, the floor, and then it slowed when she saw them on the nightstand, untouched and unbroken. Slowly, she reached out, and then affixed them in her hair, hoping they weren’t crooked ( ... )
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'...worse prisons.' Lenalee's head snapped at this. "...Prison?" More perplexity entered her gaze as she tried to make sense of it. "Why am I--or you--in a prison?"
Something cold was curling back in her stomach at those words...
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"Uh, I'm not even sure myself just yet," Rapunzel answered with a much more visible wince following the other girl's reaction. "As far as I can tell, this place is supposed to be for healing? They tried telling me earlier today that I was here to 'get better.' But... But that's so obviously not what's going on here!" she tried to explain, frustration filtered back into her tone and expression there. She really was getting sick of being confused and intimidated, be it here or back in her tower. "I mean, who do they think they're fooling? They just had nurses walking everyone ( ... )
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After having her name called in the Recreational Field, Kairi asked to be escorted to the Sun Room, in an attempt to nap. She was tired, and she figured, at least, the Sun Room would be quiet ...
How wrong she was!
She replayed the moment in her head as she was escorted down the hallway, trying her hardest not to look up at her new escorts, for fear that she would ... well, for fear that her normally strong resolve would be shattered. This was something new and frightening. Especially considering the strange gas that was released into the cafeteria only hours ago. Could these new additions to the institute do that whenever they pleased ( ... )
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At her comment, the princess nodded her head, letting out a soft sigh as she pushed her red bangs out of her eyes. "It certainly appears that way, doesn't it?" she agreed. She could only imagine what this new person was going to be like. If she thought Landel was bad ... what was the Eagle going to be like? Considering he had armed soldiers at his disposal, who knew what other kinds of things he had up his sleeves? "I wonder what's going to happen to all of us."
And that made her wonder. What, exactly, was an altverse? She had never heard of something like that before, but perhaps Rita had?
"What do you suppose an 'altverse' is?" Kairi asked her, turning to look at her as she spoke. "I've never heard of something like that, but by the sounds of it, whatever it is, Landel is worried for it. Or ... well, not worried, but concerned."
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Four days. Regardless of what was happening with the controlling authority of the institute, those words were still the only thing at the forefront of his mind. Damon had been here four days. Obviously that wasn't possible. It created an ultimatum: one of them was wrong. One of them had been compelled, with memories both taken away and constructed. Somehow, Alaric thought the ( ... )
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Not being too surprised when the door opened a second time, Alaric merely looked up with his mouth full of pasta... to almost lose all of it. Because Harrison Ford just walked into the room. Harrison Ford... from the 80's.
What the hell didn't even begin to cover it, and that was before he'd introduced himself.
After a lot of staring and some mild choking on his food, Alaric got to his feet to shake the offered hand. He was in a mental institute with Harrison Ford. Or he was already drugged. If so, it wasn't exactly a bad hallucination, just one completely out of left field. The hand was pretty solid, though. He didn't exactly have a lot of experience with hallucinogens, so he wasn't sure if that was normal or not. As long as ( ... )
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That was all Bella could think when she was escorted back to her room by not her normal bubbly nurse, but by an armed guard, not looking all that happy. Giving him a well deserved side eye, the teenager looked him up and down, noting the large gun almost instantly, as well as the helmet. She couldn't see any kind of patch or badge to signify where they were from, and that caused her to frown. Who the hell are these guys?Entering her room, she was just glad to get away from them. Like she really wanted to get shot or smacked with a barrel or something ( ... )
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"So, what, we're not even going to get an explanation now? You can't just do this and not tell us what's going on1 We have rights!" Not that anyone had exactly been observing those rights, but she wanted to know if taking Landel out of control was for their benefit or not. An enemy of an enemy, right? Unfortunately she couldn't focus on that hope and cling to it when she was busy worrying that maybe they would be worse. Scratch that, they'd probably be worse ( ... )
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"Did anyone get away from it? I'd like to find them, get some tips on dodging the stuff. I had no idea it sucked that bad, no wonder they use it for wars." Like she was touching phantom injury, she rubbed her fingers over her eyes and puffed out a sigh. It was pretty easy to be off her guard with Bella, but it did make everything a little more casual, which had her finally noticing the journal that Bella had out.
"Note for Edward?" It was a pretty steep assumption but after she'd done it once, it only made sense that she'd do it again. After all, what else would you write in those things? She didn't trust the nurses -- or the guards for that matter -- to resist the urge to go rifling through her things, and most of her thoughts were ( ... )
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Except not. Gabriel, personally, was just waiting for the moment he got shot in the head so he could be put out of his misery. Considering he was chained to his vessel, at this point he was figuring that was it: lights out. Permanently.
Though, considering his life, he might be the Little Nicky of Heaven. Oh yeah, being sent home after being stuck in a crazy cross-dimensional asylum. That would actually be going downhill. Chances were someone with a bigger stick up their ass than Castiel was the quasi-manager of the kingdom in the clouds, too. He would've said someone like Zachariah or Raphael, but - opps. And then he'd get stuck telling his sibling what a crazy life it'd been and of course he hadn't been hiding out on earth for the last thousand years in the guise of a pagan trickster god. That would be silly, and he's an archangel. They simply aren't that creative.
Then they'd force him to choose a side, which exactly what he was still trying to avoid. With angels, humanity wasn't an option. They were the ( ... )
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All that was left for Facilier to investigate (other than the crazy patients, unhelpful nurses and that one cat he kicked earlier which was still hissing at him) was a single board on the wall, filled to the brim with an assortment of letters. The chaotic matrix of notes did nothing to ease Facilier's nerves, but he did his best to scan each piece of paper for any helpful information. So far he could only gather a specific theme of poorly disguised secrecy amongst the institute population; talks of meetings at night, mind games and plans of escape. What ( ... )
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But worse than the yelling was the fact he was stuck with a newbie. Like his now-human life hadn't been thrilling already. Gabriel still hadn't decided a lot of things for himself; the last thing he needed to be doing was taking some guy by the hand and leading him through Landel's 101. He had enough problems with the whole Winchester thing, the prophet loose end (which he hadn't seen since that one morning meeting. Even though the thought of it along brought a smile to his face, it was... kind of bad luck for prophets to go missing), and the new, surprise cameo of the not-so-dead goddamn RubyMaybe Lucifer was behind the whole thing. This was just the dickish behavior he was into these days ( ... )
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Facilier took in a moment to catch his breath, each inhale and exhale gradually slowing down to a normal pace as the pleading look in his eyes shifted into a glare of disgust towards the stranger.
Wonderful. Yet another smarmy (and likely insane) man to further vex Facilier in this confounded place! Out of all the people Facilier could have been locked in the same room with, why did it have to be this crude man? Was this the Loa's way of punishing him?!
"Just WHO do you think you are?" Facilier snapped, fully facing the man with a displeased sneer. "I'm not someone you can just talk down to or demand payment from for just a simple question!" In fact, things were usually the other way around for Facilier! He wasn't letting the tables turn on him! Deranged limbo or not!
"Why should I bother paying you in pastries for an answer I've probably already heard?!" he demanded, wagging a long bony finger at the stranger, "Let me guess ( ... )
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