Night 25: Intercom, Early Night
With a crackle, the intercom came back on, and with a boom, the Head Doctor began to laugh into the microphone, his mouth so close that his breath rasped out of the speakers. Finally, he spoke, with one word that seemed to mean more than he let on
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I'm alive.
As she lay in her bed, wide-eyed and astonished at her own aliveness, she became aware of her cheek buried in a pillow, her hair falling around her face and neck, the warmth of bedcovers. The sterile, milk-white hospital surroundings cloaked in night's darkness. Her mind racing with possible explanations.
And then, an immense melancholy seeping into her chest.
Noir....
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
She put her hand to her chest, fingers searching for the texture of a bandage under her shirt (why a shirt instead of a hospital gown?, she wondered fleetingly). She could vividly remember the sheer physical pain and shock of the fork breaking her skin, severing veins, scraping against her ribs, and piercing her heart. Not to mention how she felt to see the person most dear to her wielding it. The nerves in her fingers tingled with sorrow ( ... )
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Blue eyes snapped open, casting the wall Cloud Strife was facing in an eerie blue glow for a moment before the illumination settled normally again. His golden eyebrows drew together in confusion as the vision before him contrasted vastly with what he thought should have been.
I died… Aeris sent me back….Slowly pushing himself up on his elbow, he looked around the room that he was stationed in. The room was completely foreign to him, and he noted quickly that his normal attire was gone and replaced. His First Tsurugi was missing as well. In fact, all of his normal possessions were absent, which helped to cast the feeling of wrongness on his senses ( ... )
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Kyon's eyes opened half expecting to see some sort of blinding light flood in. He sat up when he realised this was not the case. Everything was pitch black, so, it wasn't morning?
Scratching the back of his head some Kyon looked around. This was deffinatly not his room. Not far from him, there sat another, albiet empty, bed. If anything it reminded him of some sort of wacked hotel room, but he was pretty sure that he wasn't traveling, or that hotel rooms had the sort of decor of an asylum, from what he was able to make out in the dark.
Dammit, something had pissed off Haruhi.
If this was another demented closed space he was going to scream.
After the intercom had clicked off Kyon threw his head back on his pillow. Something made a soft 'thuck!' with his head. "Dammit!!" He shouted as he stuck his hand under the crappily thin pillow. Pulling out a flashlight, Kyon almost laughed.
Looking towards the doors, he saw that they were open. Well, wasn't that nice?
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He had so much to do today, he remembered, as he rolled over, hugging his pillow and unwittingly pushing the flashlight on the floor beside him, causing a crash that didn't make him think twice as he buried his head in the pillow. Saphir had just been captured, and Peony was gonna go see if he could bug Jade into staying in town another day so they could - .. wait, wait a second.
..There was a serious lack of rappig in this room. And it was way too dark, besides. The little nightlight he kept for cute Saphir had been turned off, and someone had stopped the waterfall, and..
Huh, this wasn't his room at all.Well, that was weird. Where could they have gone? Swinging his legs out onto the floor, he kicked some round cylindrical thing, sending it rolling smack into the dresser. He leaned down and picked it up, feeling it all the way around. Some kinda weird new fontech ( ... )
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The sound of an unfamiliar voice echoing around him, the instantaneous knowledge that he was in an unknown place in an unknown bed had golden eyes snapping open, sleek, muscled form trained to both seduction and violence (and sometimes both simultaneously) jerking in an uncommon lack of inherent grace.
Daemon sat up, waiting for eyes to adjust to the blackness around him, listening to the voice continue to speak words that made no sense. Words about heavens, paradise, and different earths. Was the man mad? There was no heaven, no paradise, except what one made of the realm of Hell before slipping back into the Darkness. And what were these different earths he spoke of? He didn’t recognize any of them, and not once was Kaeleer or Terreille mentioned.
Then the voice carried on, pausing to inject a taunting note about knowledge before mentioning patients - patients? Was that how he’d ended up here? But how…? - arriving, before there was a click and Daemon was left in silence and blackness ( ... )
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