Day 29: Chapel

[deathbymidget]

Hiei didn't give a damn about religious services, meditation, or pretending to be social. The always sudden waking after night put him in a bad mood, this one particularly so. Even with Kurikara licking him like some perverted moron, the warmth the dragon provided was welcome in Hiei's bed, and missing when he woke, giving the surrounding air a

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[blacksustenance]

It was a pretty sad day when you started getting used to the jarring gaps in your memory

[right_handed]

Scar was far more used to the strange ways of Landel's Institute than most of the patients within its walls, but even he was still unprepared for the mornings he woke up with the realization that he had spent entire days in unconsciousness. On this particular day, he jolted awake and sat at the side of his bed, contemplating both the haziness at the corners of his most recent memories and the fact that he might have allowed his close companions to brave the terrors of nightshift alone and without his help

[blacksustenance]

He wasn't sure what it was about his new partner on the pew that made him look over. It wasn't like the other man said anything. All he did was sit down and bow his head like he was going to pray - something that really shouldn't stand out, considering where they were. Whatever the reason was, Brock found himself glancing over and he stared for a moment as recognition niggled at the back of his head. It took another second before it sunk in. Oh.

The man with the scar on his face. The joker who tried to pick a fight with him way back in the day. Brock was surprised to find that he wasn't actually that pissed off at him, thinking about it now. It seemed like a long time ago even though it was probably only a few weeks. But a lot had happened since then: Kasady, his run-in with Mute Guy (damn tasty run-in), and - most importantly of all - Peter Parker. Here. In the flesh

[loyal_soldier]

If there was one thing TK wanted, it would be to slot the man in charge of this place and find some way off-planet. Barring that, he'd love to get a good look at Landel instead, get a better sense of what would need to be done to kill him.

He'd never seen the point in praying or religion, although some of the non-clones in the army always seemed to start muttering things to whatever deity they thought would save them. TK didn't worship anything, not even the Empire anymore... But he did place a good deal of respect in the usefulness of all his training and experience. That never required prayer to work wonders.

He sat down in an empty row, looking around at the tinted glass windows. They were pretty, but completely useless. Just like everything to do with religion.

[tartaros_avatar]

This will be a wonderful opportunity. Recluse already had an excellent background in how minds like Landel's worked, but a little first-hand observation would be useful. Or possibly a chance to correct Landel on his form- Recluse thought the man was terrible at playing the evil mastermind.

He took a seat in one of the pews. He was vaguely offended by the fact that he'd have to spend the morning sitting around in a place of god. It was irritating to remember that people still subscribed to such useless doctrines.

Our Father, who art in heaven... I never believed in you, nor prayed in your name. My empire has no place for you. My own will be done, on earth as in heaven and throughout the multiverse. I do what I wish each day, I need no guiding, oppressing force to hand me my victories. I need not beg for forgiveness for my actions, and I shall give no forgiveness to those who stand against me. I will not be tempted by such weakness as religion, I am utterly satisfied with evil.

Amen.

Recluse smirked and mockingly bowed his head.

[faithful_frost]

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Haku was awake in time to hear the mentioning of 'visitors' and his heart stopped for a moment as the old, almost buried, fear came rushing back. The nurse must have suspected something since she didn't ask him where he wanted to go, only led him to the Chapl, ssaying something about how the peace would do him good. He thanked her softly and then walked down the length of benches, sliding in and sitting beside Lord Recluse.

He bowed his head, making it look like he might have been praying, but he spoke to his Former? Current? employer. "I am glad to see you are well, Recluse-sama."

[tartaros_avatar]

Recluse saw Haku approaching out of his peripheral vision, but he made no move to acknowledge that he had noticed. "Despite every attempt to drive me out of my mind, I've survived." He didn't see the possibility of a 'visitor' as too much of a problem. Unless they-- No. No use becoming angry now.

"A former ally of mine has arrived here. I unfortunately have to keep him alive for now. As far as he knows, I arrived here five months ago." He needed to keep Marcus thinking that to gain more of a chance to control him. "He and his followers were described as Heroes on our home world. They would call me a Villain. I need him to form the opinion that I have at least partially reformed." It was never going to actually happen, but enough work would make it seem as if he was back to being exactly as he had been before he gained his powers. "His name is Marcus Cole. He's drawn blue stars on the shoulders of his shirt."

[faithful_frost]

Haku was silent for a moment, storing the information away. Marcus Cole, do not trust, be friendly with, stars, Heroes and Villians. "What can I do to assist you, Recluse-sama?"

If he was still welcome under Recluse, he wanted to make certain he offered anything he could give.

[broken_exorcist]

Morning found him tired and sore, but he managed to roll out of bed a good twenty minutes before the nurses arrived. Or maybe they were just slow today. Regardless, he'd been getting lax in his exercise routine and some extra time to work his muscles would do him good in the long run. His ribs weren't so sore anymore, but the place he'd been stabbed last night still felt tender and he had to stop every so often if he got dizzy. His body felt like it was running on empty. But he did listen to the intercom with some small satisfaction to hear there would be a chapel service today. Thank God for small miracles

[misterprince]

"Ugh." Sanji rubbed at his eyes right after he woke, feeling a slight headache come on and then fade almost as quickly. The pain in his gut also didn't linger, which thankfully meant that nothing had been broken. The events of the previous night came to him in a blur, clearer towards the end, when...

He sat up abruptly, immediately worried for his companions. There wasn't any face to put with who had knocked him out, and he could only hope that the others hadn't suffered anything more brutal. Maybe the night had ended before that could happen. He should be so lucky.

Last night had been embarrassing, and he made a mental note to never get sedated again. He'd been completely useless. Gritting his teeth, he glared at the nurse when he came in, causing the poor man to take a step back. He let himself be taken from his room, however, and when he didn't complain about the location he was led to the chapel

[broken_exorcist]

Allen glanced up as someone sat next to him, offering a quiet smile. The service hadn't started yet, so it was probably alright to talk a little. Others seemed to be doing the same.

"Sanji, is that right?" he asked, if somewhat quietly. He was glad to see the man was in one piece after last night. He'd seemed fairly... disoriented to say the least. "It's good to see you're well."

[misterprince]

The chef returned the smile with one of his own, rubbing briefly at the back of his head. "I'm sorry I can't say I remember enough of that period of the night to have held onto your name too..." He wanted to think it started with a L. "And let's... try not to spread around how I acted too much, eh?" It was bad enough that Zoro had been privy to it. He wasn't going to hear the end of that anytime soon, he was sure.

He leaned back in his seat with his arms laid over the back and long legs crossed in front of him. "So, uh.. You came out okay?"

[arc_wrench]

Religion? What is that ever good for? ...Oh, right! The little rituals force the meatbags to congregate into groups that make a frag grenade more useful, the silly robes mean they can't run away as fast, the large windows, open spaces and complicated architecture make for perfect sniping... And when they're under the delusion that some higher power protects them, they just stand there and let me get on with carrying out my assassination protocols.

HK was more of a mind to put the fear of him into the hearts of all meatbags than anything else! Except maybe the fear of his Master. But she was so incredibly good at that, even without the help of a droid. This all made HK particularly cheerful as he sat down in an empty row of seats.

Even so, he almost wanted to squirm impatiently. He could get a visual on his primary target today! He doubted he'd be able to actually get to alter the meatbag's appearance, but he still had a scalpel hidden within his grey uniform. He almost missed that odd shirt with the cross with the 'R' in it from

[sugarsweetblood]

Rhode was not happy once morning came. The sore feeling that she had been forced to get used to was back again, and this time, it was far worse than any time before. She would have preferred the pain to this annoyance, but at least she was no longer dealing with that goody-goody and his stupidity. He may have helped her (if she would ever admit to having been "helped"), but his assistance had been less than welcome, and she had no intention of thanking him for it. Next time she had to deal with him, she'd make good on her idea to beat him with his own arm or to lick his brain.

That'd put him in his place.

She'd had to cling to the annoying nurse to keep from tumbling over while being lead down the hallway. Everything was still so blurry and her head was spinning. It was no wonder the nurse made her own choice in taking Rhode to the chapel - Rhode would have never gone into one willingly. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to answer when the nurse had asked, so the dumb woman had just taken her to the closest location and thrown her

[arc_wrench]

HK looked up as a rather odd-looking little meatbag was guided towards his row. Usually, this meant bad things for his sanity. The smaller ones almost always asked stupid questions or hurt his ears with their screeching.

But from the mumbled words he picked out, he found himself a little more charitable than usual. "Agreement: They are quite mentally deficient, aren't they?" Anyone who called humans 'stupid' automatically gained a few points in their favor. "Observation: It's fortunate they're so easy to kill." His face was absolutely blank, but his voice was cheerful and not at all hushed as most others seemed to be in the chapel.

[sugarsweetblood]

Rhode rolled her tired eyes over to the one that had started speaking to her. She assumed he was speaking to her; there didn't seem to be anyone else he was addressing, and he'd made reference to her mutterings as well. The comment had been a passing shot, but it was nice to have some agreement for a change. Xellos had never flat out agreed with her about human destruction, but there was no question where this one's opinions stood. He'd even said "agreement" before making his comment