Rita awakened in a cold sweat that morning. What the hell was that all about!? It had to be a trick, like the moving shadows from the other night... It just couldn't be real
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That town had been rather eerie, Guy had to admit, and so when he came to in his bed he didn't feel as bad about it as he could have. There was a lot more there for them to explore, but they'd at least made it and he'd seen the place with his own two eyes. It was a step in the right direction. Now he knew that Anise had meant when she'd said the place was creepy, though -- and he got the feeling that he didn't even know the half of it
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Kaworu was such an interesting child... Grell woke up with a smile on his face and little care that he hadn't reached his destination last night. Even if William was all about reaching quotas, staying on task, and achieving goals, that didn't mean his supervisor's work ethic had transferred to him. Grell much preferred the slow dance that came from stalking people down, watching their lives drain out of them bit by bit, day by day. Now that he was brought down to the mortal level, Grell simply had to learn how to enjoy life differently. No longer an outside observer, but wrapped up within the mortal coil, Lady Death had to find entertainment in other places. Kaworu seemed to be just the sort of entertainment a girl needed when not otherwise occupied with slaughtering people.
Better yet? It would seem today was the Doyleton trip, which meant another trip to the beauty parlor. And hopefully another night of chaos where the dead rose up and Grell found weaponry and tossed dead bodies off rooftops. Ooh, but Doyleton had so many
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Seeing how Guy had been focusing on the feeling of the bus as it shook with the very power of its engine, he hadn't been paying much attention to the people who were still boarding. It seemed that they would be leaving soon if they were already starting up the vehicle, and he was looking forward to both the ride and the scenery that would come with it. The prospect of getting to buy something indulgent in town only added to his mood
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What a polite gentleman! Grell was far more used to the cautiously distant or the outright belligerent type here and so this stranger's gentlemanly behavior caught him off-guard for a moment. There wasn't so much as a hesitant glance at his chest to see if he was physically female or not. This could prove to be a most encouraging meeting then. If the stranger chose to remain the perfect gentlemen, then Grell could play the fawning lady and have a pleasant morning to start off the foray into the semblance of civilization that made up Doyleton
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She awoke to revelations, realizations significant enough to change the direction of her focus. The matter with experimentation held heavy in Tear's heart, and as long as Ritsuka lacked constant help, the soldier would do what she could to assist him. Points made at night still held true in the morning. At the very least, she didn't want him to be alone in the task.
Of course, this meant she would have to organize a few things. Yesterday's detour resulted in no weapons and no confirmed artes; before she could assist again, Tear would need to figure out how to obtain the former as soon as possible. If experiments indeed occurred every other day, tonight would be ideal. Okay. As long as no major hindrances got in her way, she should be able to accomplish two meager tasks
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Why had he been so excited to attack the basement last night again?
Scott found that he couldn't answer that question just yet as he groaned himself awake. His freshly bandaged injuries sent cheerful little stings of displeasure all through his body whenever he tried to move. Oh god, today was going to suck. Suuuuuuuuck.
The only thing that kept him from taking his pain and frustration to the full-on depression levels of the day before was the promise that their ragtag party actually had gotten something worth getting for their trouble, even if they had gotten it in duplicate. The tiny sword and shield were useless on their own, but as far as Scott could tell, they were the key to something together. What, he didn't know yet, but he intended to find out during the coming night. Injuries permitting, of course. Had he mentioned suuuuuuuuck
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With nothing else to do but explore her surroundings, Tear took to opening her paper bag and began to examine its contents. She found nothing but food, a strange box claiming to contain juice, a card with her picture (How did they get a picture of me anyway?), and a small booklet. Flipping through the last item revealed an exchange system of sorts. Apparently, one of these papers would allow her to obtain goods or services in the town. None of them sounded particularly appealing, but she decided it might be worth trying once they arrived. Provided nothing detrimental happened, of course.
Just as the thought passed through her, a young man slumped into the seat next to her. From the bruises and the shallow claw marks alone, Tear could tell he maintained moderate to severe injuries. When he spoke, it only confirmed the observation. Immediately, her countenance grew concerned.
"What happened to you?" she asked, delving right into the subject.
"The basement," Scott answered, lifting his right hand to his forehead and blocking out the morning sun as it tried valiantly to shine in his eyes. "Word of warning if you ever get down there: bring laser beam repellent. Also dinosaur repellent."
He peeked out from between his fingers after a moment. In the glow of sunlight, the girl next to him... Okay, he couldn't deny it: the girl next to him was exceedingly hot. Not that that was totally uncommon on Landel's Next Top Model, but it was still something worth noting. Immediately, he felt a little guilty for the thought, but that didn't exactly make it go away.
Hoping to distract himself, he continued to speak: "So. Uh. I'm Scott. You been around long?"
The only thing on his mind when he woke up was finding Dean. And Ruby, too, Jesus, but Dean took first priority. Ruby could handle herself. He hoped. He had no idea what the hell had gone down in those rooms, but he did know that spending an infinite amount of time in hell put her leagues ahead of Dean when it came to dealing with anything
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Wait. Seriously? That was it? That was all Dean was gonna give him? Don't think there's any memories missing? Okay, that was good to know, but if they weren't missing, then that left a whole wealth of crap that Dean clearly did remember
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Scheduled field trip? That was new. Luckily, Maya hadn't had to test the functionality of her new pipe, but she was not to have the luxury of checking up on it, it seemed, as it was daytime now. Yet she was sure that the metal boxes hadn't appeared prior to last night. A change that had occurred with the appearance of the General, perhaps? She hadn't been resident at the asylum long enough prior to the General's reign to be sure.
Well, no matter. She was sure it would be returned in good condition, and even if it weren't, she knew where to get a new one, if she couldn't inconvenience Senna to come with her a second time. At the very least, she could make do with the flashlight as her defense, like she'd done the first few nights-not that she had needed it then.
What she did seem to need, however, was decent clothing. "Surely something not completely lacking in style is available?" She looked reproachfully at the disguised soldier (whose new vestments were a bit incongruous with her gruff demeanor, though with what Maya knew of
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Thank you again for your patience, bb! <3no_dont_goMay 1 2011, 20:52:50 UTC
Aigis stumbled out into the bus loading area, fighting the groggy feeling still dragging at her mind. Just minutes before she had barely registered Lieutenant General Berg's words of caution when the soldier in charge of her had told her to strip and handed her somethingdistinctlyhideous to wear for the day. Aigis' only saving grace was her complete lack of taste when it came to clothing, though she certainly felt how threadbare her shirt and pants had grown over the years of their use. The snowy conditions did help to bring her more awake, more than she would have been had they stayed in the institute but she had never liked the cold
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"Of course," Maya replied as she half-stood, reaching out for Aigis before the girl collapsed. Hm, though... If there was one thing to be said, it was that Aigis would not go unnoticed if she did collapse sometime down the line. Commitment to monochrome only worked when the clothing in question was black. Definitely not something that made its poor victim resemble an unfortunately nuanced fruit. If Maya hadn't already been convinced that this new regime was just as dastardly as its predecessor, there was no doubt now.
But enough of that. Almost on instinct, Maya's palm gravitated to Aigis's forehead, though she knew a fever wasn't entirely likely, as Aigis wasn't exhibiting the other usual symptoms. Still, it made Maya feel better, and Maya knew of the benefits of satisfying irrational anxieties in order to get it out of mind, and then committing that energy towards the problem that was actually at hand. "You look terrible. What happened?"
<333 Later than I wished to respond, but now most of my deathly final projects are finished~no_dont_goMay 6 2011, 05:13:45 UTC
"Thank you," she sighed as she sat, easing back into the seat. Aigis was grateful for both the allowance and the assistance. She caught the concern on Maya's face and realized a bit belatedly that she probably looked worse than she had imagined. She did know that 'terrible' was a terrific word for how she felt. The palm on her forehead was a different sort of touch. It was warm, but otherwise peculiar compared to how others normally touched her; hand to hand, or an arm around the shoulder
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One minute Taura was outside, her hands aching with the cold; the next they were hunting for a weapon that didn't exist underneath her pillow. She didn't expect she'd ever get used to this abrupt sleep-and-wake cycle, even if complete alertness seemed harder to come by than it once had. Came with the territory, she supposed.
The noise that had woken her was the hiss of the intercom coming on; as soon as she'd located it, she stopped hunting for her stunner and got out of bed. She made it -- somehow it was less unnerving to come back to it made if she'd done it herself, and there was no sense in being sloppy. By that time their new General had moved from credit chits to outright threats. Carrot and stick, eh? Wasn't that overkill, especially when they couldn't go anywhere without being yanked back?The soldier -- the medical uniform was fooling exactly no-one -- brought her the usual set of odd clothing. This time it was a pair of small grey pants which were so tight as to leave very little to the imagination, and a fuzzy
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As Rita studied the card, she found herself growing increasingly disturbed by the picture of herself on it. It was her exact likeness, in a level of detail that didn't even seem possible for a drawn portrait. How did they get something like this...?
She didn't look up right away when she was joined by a tall woman, but she did answer when the stranger introduced herself. "Rita Mordio." She looked up then, and found that she needed to bend her neck backwards a bit to even see the woman's face. Once she got a glance, she returned her gaze to her lap. "... Go ahead."
Now that she thought about it, she was pretty hungry herself. The military's food policies left her starving, in fact. It was probably a good idea to take advantage of any opportunity to eat real, edible food while she could.
Rita stuffed the card and the coupons in her pocket, and pulled a small box out of the paper bag she had been handed. It made a swishing noise when it moved, and the label read 'orange juice', but how she was supposed to get at the juice wasn't
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It was the first real food Taura had had in over a day. The choir of perfectly-trained musicians singing arias over a blueberry muffin might have been a mere figment of her imagination, but the taste of the first bite wasn't. She wondered how far her credit would go, if she spent it all on food, and whether or not they'd be allowed to keep any of it, or if she should pack it all away in the biological sense. Just to be safe
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Out of the corner of her eye, Rita noticed Taura stick the attached straw into a soft spot at the top of her own juice box. Looking back to the one in her hands, Rita imitated the motion, then took a long sip from the box. It tasted fairly normal, but the packaging really was odd. Probably an Earth thing. She hoped the stranger hadn't noticed her struggling with the box, but that was probably too much to hope for. It was difficult to miss any movement from someone sitting so close
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Of course, this meant she would have to organize a few things. Yesterday's detour resulted in no weapons and no confirmed artes; before she could assist again, Tear would need to figure out how to obtain the former as soon as possible. If experiments indeed occurred every other day, tonight would be ideal. Okay. As long as no major hindrances got in her way, she should be able to accomplish two meager tasks ( ... )
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Scott found that he couldn't answer that question just yet as he groaned himself awake. His freshly bandaged injuries sent cheerful little stings of displeasure all through his body whenever he tried to move. Oh god, today was going to suck. Suuuuuuuuck.
The only thing that kept him from taking his pain and frustration to the full-on depression levels of the day before was the promise that their ragtag party actually had gotten something worth getting for their trouble, even if they had gotten it in duplicate. The tiny sword and shield were useless on their own, but as far as Scott could tell, they were the key to something together. What, he didn't know yet, but he intended to find out during the coming night. Injuries permitting, of course. Had he mentioned suuuuuuuuck ( ... )
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Just as the thought passed through her, a young man slumped into the seat next to her. From the bruises and the shallow claw marks alone, Tear could tell he maintained moderate to severe injuries. When he spoke, it only confirmed the observation. Immediately, her countenance grew concerned.
"What happened to you?" she asked, delving right into the subject.
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He peeked out from between his fingers after a moment. In the glow of sunlight, the girl next to him... Okay, he couldn't deny it: the girl next to him was exceedingly hot. Not that that was totally uncommon on Landel's Next Top Model, but it was still something worth noting. Immediately, he felt a little guilty for the thought, but that didn't exactly make it go away.
Hoping to distract himself, he continued to speak: "So. Uh. I'm Scott. You been around long?"
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Well, no matter. She was sure it would be returned in good condition, and even if it weren't, she knew where to get a new one, if she couldn't inconvenience Senna to come with her a second time. At the very least, she could make do with the flashlight as her defense, like she'd done the first few nights-not that she had needed it then.
What she did seem to need, however, was decent clothing. "Surely something not completely lacking in style is available?" She looked reproachfully at the disguised soldier (whose new vestments were a bit incongruous with her gruff demeanor, though with what Maya knew of ( ... )
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But enough of that. Almost on instinct, Maya's palm gravitated to Aigis's forehead, though she knew a fever wasn't entirely likely, as Aigis wasn't exhibiting the other usual symptoms. Still, it made Maya feel better, and Maya knew of the benefits of satisfying irrational anxieties in order to get it out of mind, and then committing that energy towards the problem that was actually at hand. "You look terrible. What happened?"
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The noise that had woken her was the hiss of the intercom coming on; as soon as she'd located it, she stopped hunting for her stunner and got out of bed. She made it -- somehow it was less unnerving to come back to it made if she'd done it herself, and there was no sense in being sloppy. By that time their new General had moved from credit chits to outright threats. Carrot and stick, eh? Wasn't that overkill, especially when they couldn't go anywhere without being yanked back?The soldier -- the medical uniform was fooling exactly no-one -- brought her the usual set of odd clothing. This time it was a pair of small grey pants which were so tight as to leave very little to the imagination, and a fuzzy ( ... )
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She didn't look up right away when she was joined by a tall woman, but she did answer when the stranger introduced herself. "Rita Mordio." She looked up then, and found that she needed to bend her neck backwards a bit to even see the woman's face. Once she got a glance, she returned her gaze to her lap. "... Go ahead."
Now that she thought about it, she was pretty hungry herself. The military's food policies left her starving, in fact. It was probably a good idea to take advantage of any opportunity to eat real, edible food while she could.
Rita stuffed the card and the coupons in her pocket, and pulled a small box out of the paper bag she had been handed. It made a swishing noise when it moved, and the label read 'orange juice', but how she was supposed to get at the juice wasn't ( ... )
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