The Head Doctor's voice seemed like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day - that is, it would have if patients hadn't just woken up from his creepy ramblings. He was humming something to himself; it sounded like "Old McDonald Had a Farm
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[*cheats* *copypastas 3ppov sample*]That had been a good day. Warm and bright and sunny, and spent with Ax and Rachel-- cartoons in the morning, then an hour at the mall, Ax eating half his weight in Cinnabons on Rachel's dime before she dragged them around to buy new clothing (neither Tobias or Ax needed it, or had anywhere to store it in the forest, but Rachel had glared down Tobias' mild objections, and that was that); the afternoon of flying over the beach was, in a way, the best part, just him and Rachel and the warm sea breeze and a little mocking of the beach-goers' fashion sense
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Luke had always been bad at waking early. A year of traveling around the world, with important things to be done every day had curbed that tendency somewhat, but as often as not it still took Guy to shake him awake, or Mieu's annoying voice warning him the others were already up.
This morning was halfway different.
He was restless with odd dreams and half formed ideas. He had to get enough to sleep to go face Master Van. If only he was rested enough he'd think of something to say, the right thing, and there wouldn't be a battle. Asch was going to join him, and they would explain to Van why he was just wrongBut it was already too late and he was fading, transparent. He was about to float apart into unreality and the only feeling left was the weight in his chest
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Lockdown groaned softly and rolled onto his back on his recharge berth. After that disasterous mission with Starscream, a good night's recharge was just what the medi-bot ordered. But now, it was time to get up and make plans for another hunt
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Waking up in itself wasn't an anomaly. After all, he'd gone to sleep at a comparatively early hour, in order to wake up early and prepare for the events of the day. But what was an anomaly was the noise. Muffled, but still -- the sound of movement from somewhere around. And this was what jolted Nagi out the half-slumbering state he'd been lingering in. Noise, there shouldn't have been any, the cells in G-Ward were all single accommodations, and -- no, this wasn't his bed, either. The same sort of too-sterile, over-starched sheets as the regulation beds in the cells, but different in a subtle way. How -- where
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Nataku was certain he hadn't been imprisoned. He'd woken from an almost dreamless sleep in a windowless room that smelled faintly of disinfectant; not unusual, save for the identical furnishings and the rumpled bed on the other side of the room. The room was built for two people, and though his clothes had been changed and his wounds had long healed he wasn't too concerned about how long he'd been asleep. He wanted to know who that bed belonged to. Had they been here all this time? He felt like he should have noticed
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This morning was halfway different.
He was restless with odd dreams and half formed ideas. He had to get enough to sleep to go face Master Van. If only he was rested enough he'd think of something to say, the right thing, and there wouldn't be a battle. Asch was going to join him, and they would explain to Van why he was just wrongBut it was already too late and he was fading, transparent. He was about to float apart into unreality and the only feeling left was the weight in his chest ( ... )
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