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here ]Either she was the only unlucky person to experience a freezing shower, or she just hadn't built up the tolerance for it that the more seasoned patients had. Whichever it was, she was the first person into the sun room and while normally she wouldn't mind that, the soldiers were majorly creepy and she was kind of hoping for some kind
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"It's still pretty messed up," he sighed. Even if the guy had been in the same position before, well... all the more reason for him to understand that it sucked. And that just letting something like that go was way harder than it sounded.
"Anyway," he tried, "I thought I could make it up to you, but they took my Psychs this morning too." Even the pins Mr. H had made were gone. He hadn't expected to keep the brand-name clothing or much else, but for everything to be gone? Couldn't he keep his headphones? Were they that heartless?
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"This morning. They never had a problem with my headphones til these jerks took over," he nodded in the direction of the nearest soldiers. It was annoying enough that he couldn't at least shut out a lot of the noise, whether he listened to music with them or not.
"Psychs. Like how I... last night. Mostly attack stuff, but I had some healing ones too. They look like little round pins. They're like- They help me focus. Like borrowing someone's imagination to make it happen. It's-... complicated."
He kicked the floor a few times before finally looking up again. "I'm Neku. Sakuraba. But just Neku is cool."
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It sounded like Peter's first guess had been right and this kid had things that would grant him abilities. It was totally different from his own experience, and he had no idea how pins that were based on imagination could cause lightning bolts to be thrown, but he really wasn't in a position to question it. He was apparently some kind of mutant, after all ( ... )
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"I didn't get a lot of time to look around, but yeah, it was all gone," he sighed, annoyed, but not with Peter. At least he understood what was going on and that it wasn't some grudge match. It wasn't like he enjoyed hurting everyone who crossed his path.
"Is that what the numbers are for then?" he'd seen a Peter posting on the bulletin sometimes, but most of it wasn't relevant to what he was looking for. And he didn't want to bother asking about the little numbers on the board itself. But if there was more than one, it made sense for them to use some kind of system to tell them apart. "Couldn't you just use your family names?"
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