Day 28: Bus 2

[hajike_tobiume]

Momo tugged on the collar of the light blue sweater she was wearing as she followed her nurse to wherever these buses were, winding her hair up into its customary bun as she went. It was an odd feeling, knowing she was about to go outside of the institute's borders. Maybe the Head Doctor was about to make an error and the shinigami, as well as

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[bastard_sadi]

Whatever realm this institute was in, they certainly had different fashion sense than any one he was used to, Daemon decided, as he glanced around at what the others were wearing, then down at his own outfit

[bastard_sadi]

"Don't worry, father," Daemon replied carefully, his golden eyes cooled of fire. His words and manner gave nothing away. "I am always careful. And I've no intention of misstepping here and now. Too many things lie in the balance. I merely want to return home. This is an irritating interruption of much more important things."

[highlord_ofhell]

Saetan's lips thinned as he contemplated the barriers, as he saw them, keeping himself and Daemon from getting back home. "As you said before, Daemon, time is odd here. I don't think haste would serve us or our loved ones."

Still his heart could ache at the longing he could sense coming from Daemon. "We'll get there somehow." He tried to sound reassuring, even though he could know this with no more confidene than Daemon could. "What we need now are allies and information."

[bastard_sadi]

"Allies we have," Daemon replied, relenting. It was true that time seemed to work differently here. Perhaps when this was all over he'd wake up at home and find nothing had changed.

Wistful thinking, perhaps, but it was a comforting thought.

"I will have to introduce you to Renji," he added a moment later, glancing around the bus but not spotting the redhead anywhere. "We've had some interesting conversations, and he is part of a larger group here from his own world. They seem to have a military set up. He can see threads different to the ones on the webs. We discussed the differences and similarities of our ways of looking at things. He says that all souls are connected and he has the sight to see and follow the threads that bind everyone together. Or something along those lines. He tried to show me, but it was very strange."

[highlord_ofhell]

"With someone who can do that, by all means, introduce us. I'd like to speak to him."

He felt proud, though he had no reason to view his son's actions as reflecting on him in any way, that Daemon had taken up this burden of action and leadership here. Yes, their foes were forminable with powers that they didn't understand, but he knew that they'd be able to find out their secrets and best them.

Today though, something in the air invited him to strike out and meet new people, perhaps discover something unique in the tame little community of Doyleton.

"But that is not what you intended for today is it?"

[bastard_sadi]

"I'm sure we could find him easily enough," Daemon chuckled. "He's rather like Lucivar in that sense. Doesn't blend in well. Ever. However, I have a suspicion that when he's not looking for his own answers, he'll be courting a female friend. It might be easier to distract him when we're back in the institute tomorrow."

[highlord_ofhell]

"And you don't think you stand out in a crowd yourself?" Saetan asked, amusement in his golden eyes.

Forward of them, the doors of the bus were shut and the bus finally lurched into motion. From the corner of his eye, Saetan could watch the autumn foliage and their approach to the town.

"That's fine. I want to meet new people today. Should we meet up sometime to trade notes?"

[bastard_sadi]

"I'm sure I could manage something, should being invisible be required," Daemon replied with a quirk of his lips, acknowledging the teasing. "Kaelas isn't the only one with the knowledge of sight shields, after all."

He tensed as the large motorized carriage lurched into motions, fingers tightening on the back of the seat in front of him until he was sure the thing wasn't about to careen out of control, or worse.

"I'd like to meet a few myself. If you find something interesting, give me a tug on the Black and we can find each other that way. That should still be possible even without our jewels here, yes? I've not had another Blood here to try that theory out on."

[highlord_ofhell]

"I hope that we have that left to us. I wonder why we're even being allowed this much freedom? There has to be a reason for it."

Too many years of ruling had left Saetan with a strong urge to get to the bottom of things. He could be patient, but he hated little they knew here.

[bastard_sadi]

"There's a reason for everything, but that doesn't mean I'll not take advantage of the opportunities given," Daemon answered, watching the landscape pass outside the window, marveling at how the large carraige lurched along the road. Craft carriages were much smoother, he decided.

"There's got to be a reason for much that they do, although we know little of it. Why do they let us roam at night, free? Why do they attempt the daytime facade at all? Nothing they do here makes much sense."

[highlord_ofhell]

"I mean to find out their reasons eventually."

Saetan wasn't interested in the scenery very much, or even the uneven motion. Something was nagging him from the back of his mind.

"Perhaps I can talk to one of the longer term residents and see if there is any discernable pattern to our privledges. Why limit us without locking away our Craft entirely? I assume it's the same with others who have unique talents--that they are muted instead of being entirely absent. What does Dr. Landel and his staff possess that's strong enough to do such a thing in the first place?"

Oh, he was filled with questions, few of which he thought he'd know the answers to anytime soon.

[bastard_sadi]

"Renji is one of the few I know of that's been here the longest, although I gathered River has been here quite a while herself. Renji might make a bit more sense when explaining, however. There are others, as well - River spoke of a family that adopted her when many of them first arrived. Perhaps some of them are among the oldest, or would at least know who to direct you to."

Daemon's fingers absently brushed against his lips in thought, his eyes on the scenery, his attention turned inwards, thoughts spiraling down multiple paths and possibilities.

"Others seem to be at the same level as we. Shadows of their former selves, you might say. Or at least their abilities. The only time that changes - so I've heard - are the nights when patients are taken and brainwashed and then set loose on the patient population as fighters for Landel. A fully powered patient against masses of us at a fraction of our strength. I do not know if they intend it as a hindrance or merely as entertainment, to pit us against our comrades like that."