Dec 20, 2009 03:02
The mere fact that she'd been susceptible to whatever hold the Institute had had on her yesterday was sufficient to leave Ayumu both upset and angry - no, not angry, downright furious, both at herself and whoever was responsible for that. But there was also the fact that because of it, she'd lost out on an entire day of work, and in several ways
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He took some of the 'pizza' and sat down in the mostly empty mess hall, trying a bite of this strange new food. It tasted like grease and bread.
He had half the piece eaten before he even stopped to think.
[For one Doctor McCoy!]
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"Sorry I didn't see you there, sir," he said politely, trying to ignore the look. Yes, he ate fast. All troopers did, by habit and by demands of metabolism. But everyone here seemed to find it odd.
He wiped off his hands on a napkin and held one out to his tablemate. "Stormtrooper Sergeant TK-622. I haven't seen you here before. Are you new?" He tried to keep a vague mental tally of faces he'd seen before, and this man wasn't among them.
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The doctor took the offered hand. He had a strong grip. "You could say that. Chief Medical Officer McCoy."
He paused, consideringly. The name did sound familiar. He wasn't sure if the exact number was a match but he thought he'd heard it yesterday.
"TK-622? I think Commander Hayes mentioned you last night," McCoy said. That was if this was the man in question, but how many people had a name like that?
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You had to hand it to the meatbag body for coming up with disgusting subroutines. Smell lipids-->produce slime. Ugh.
[SHO!]
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Biting back a rant as the cafeteria workers refused to let his pizza pile exceed 25cm, Sho trundled over to a free spot by some guy staring at the food like it had skewed his calculations.
"It's pizza; it goes in your pi-hole," he explained as he let his weighty tray hit the table loudly and sitting down. "If you don't want it, I'll be > happy to add it to my sum."
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"Statement: I am quite surprised that you have survived this long. One would think that your traits would have been kicked from the shallow end of the meatbag gene pool long ago."
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"And I've seen your posts on the bulletin," he growled back noncommittally. "You can take your genetic guesswork and shove it up your arc, robot." So maybe Sho would have gotten eaten by a tiger had he been stranded in the jungles of India, but he came from the concrete jungle where being louder and prouder than anyone else could only increase your value.
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Actually, things were great anyway. He'd never had pizza before in his life, but now that he had, wow! Beelzemon started chomping on a pizza slice with enthusiasm. If there was one thing the Real World could do right, it was definitely food.
[Sylar! Come and get yer Digimon!]
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Sylar couldn't help but grin as he one-handedly set down a plate of pepperoni pizza and chips. Now, now, he was in a damn good mood. In fact, he was feeling so high in spirits that when he glanced up and saw the tattooed man in front of him gobbling down a slice himself, he smiled and said: "Good stuff, huh?"
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"'m Beelzemon," he said, for once remembering to introduce himself right from the get-go, but taking a moment longer to remember the handshake thing. He wiped a hand off on his pants, holding it out to the guy, giving him a big grin full of sharp, filed teeth.
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In the end, Sylar didn't care that much about someone new after having gotten an 'old friend' under his thumb, so he easily gave a good-natured laugh as he watched the other man. "I'm Z-" he paused, then corrected himself: "-Gabriel. You know," he continued, leaning back in his chair as he grabbed a slice and took a bite off the edge, "I grew up in New York. I'm guessing you did too...?"
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He set his own plate down and took a bite of the pizza. Not his favourite food, but it wasn't bad. "Something wrong, Hanatarou?"
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"Uh? N-nothing," he replied, somewhat uncertainly. "It's, um, not...anything. You're okay?" He'd had trouble keeping an eye on everyone in the darkness and...everything, the other night. But apparently Homura was hurt. Unless that had just happened last night?
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"I'm... I've been better but I'll live. Nothing physical though so no worries about healing, okay?" He always seemed like he needed to be doing something, like he felt he had to prove how useful he was even when he wasn't healing. "I was just a bit worried. That git on the bulletin laid into you pretty badly the other day. You okay? I meant to check up earlier but events got the better of me."
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