Yet another intercom jingle sounded, and the nurses, anticipating the Head Doctor's orders, already began grouping around the patients as he began to speak
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Endrance had been quiet for most of the rest of the day, mostly lost in thought. Was Haseo all right? Tsukasa? Alkaid? He supposed it made sense to be rather...quiet, given all of the interaction he had to do through the course of most days. It got to be a little much sometimes.
And it really didn't help when he got back to his room. What did you say to someone who had let themselves be brainwashed? He'd ignored it before, too unsure of what to say and too upset about it to even think about trying to figure something out.
But that was uncomfortable, too. So...he didn't bother changing right away like he usually would. Instead, he picked at salad and garlic bread, hoping pretending to eat would get him out of talking too much.
The room was silent for only a few minutes before the door opened and a nurse led Klavier into the room. He ignored her well wishes completely, not bothering to play along with the staff anymore. He had far too much on his mind to have the patience to humor the lot of them. Of course, entering the room only reminded him of one more item to add to the list
( ... )
"I had been under the impression you wanted nothing to do with someone that had no intention of giving into this place's lies." Endrance's voice was cold, no trace of any friendliness it would have had before that incident. "As such, I had also been under the impression it would be best to ignore you. It wasn't a fun decision or one made on a whim."
He pushed a lone piece of lettuce around on his plate, while thinking. "So...if I were to say that...a very important person to me was taken for one of their torture sessions the other night, would you actually believe it, or would you laugh it off as a delusion...?"
That one answer would be enough to gauge, he thought.`
He had spent all day imagining it, working out how he'd avoid the supposed eagles, how it would be worth the pain of morphing and de-morphing, how he'd find a tree outside the walls and just spend some time outside, at night, being himself for at least a little while before they caged him in again.
He wasn't exactly light-hearted as he sat down for dinner, but he was in a better mood than he had been for a while, and his nurse made noises about how it was nice to see Astor relaxed before leaving him to his food.
Nanaki was wheeled into his room once more. He'd only woken up recently but... well, never mind. Nothing was as it seemed here and Tifa had tried to explain all that she could. Perhaps he'd prac- Oh. There was another boy here. No, a boy. Not another one. Nanaki was not a boy. Besides, even if he had to be human, this was completely wrong. He was almost 50!
Nanaki had a strange relationship with territory now, after his time in the forest, but so long as the human stayed on it's side, things would be fine. Although, giving the room a sniff (once he was unable to hide) he caught a strange scent. Unfamiliar yet... Nanaki's head hurt. He climbed onto the chair and looked at his meal. This ought to be interesting at least. He was so busy looking at it, he didn't hear his nurse at first, urging him to greet his roommate. Nanaki looked up and gave a snorting sound.
Ouch, wheelchair. And new person. Tobias couldn't help a paranoid twinge of what if they sent him here to spy on me, but he didn't let the twinge get to be more than that. He'd stopped lying, at least about himself, and if the new kid was a spy... well, he's cross that bridge if he came to it.
Tobias waved hello to his new roommate, flicking a smile at him and answering, "Hi, I'm Tobias. You new here?" And in a wheelchair already? That could be bad.
The nurse wheeled the chair away and left Nanaki with the boy. He heard a lock click and felt what little fur he had left rise. He couldn't eat until the boy was distracted....
"They call me Nathan," he said. It wasn't a very scientific or descriptive name, but he didn't care much about labels. "I woke up here only a while ago. For the last...shift. And yourself?"
This place being a simulation was swiftly becoming more hope than theory. In a simulation, Ratchet wouldn't have to worry so much about figuring out what was wrong with Depth Charge, or about the fact that a very dangerous enemy was murderously angry at him. There was also the matter of Lugnut, who he'd nearly forgotten about, since, in a simulation, his presence was unimportant. If this were a physical location, though, then Lugnut being here meant that he was definitely not in Elite Guard custody any more.
This was all getting more baffling by the cycle. On top of everything else, everything he was expected to ingest during this particular refueling period smelled extremely odd. Also, the pile of...whatever that was on the plate reminded him vaguely of something Sari had purged when she'd gotten a virus last winter. Ratchet wasn't touching that.
Well. What a fitting way to end a remarkably infuriating day. At breakfast, von Karma had run into the idealistic young girl who had witnessed him fleeing from that demon last night. Then he encountered that wretched idiot Kibitoshin in the greenhouse, reminding him of what happened to him on the day following his experimental torture. And now... he had just learned that the Head Lunatic had released -- released -- the brat, of all people
( ... )
Driven solely by the fact that he was tired of feeling shaky and weak from low fuel reserves, Ratchet focused his attention on the white stuff (with garnish of mysterious brown stuff), the only part of the meal that didn't have a weird smell. It somehow managed to be even colder than the plant chunks had been, but it made up for this by not needing to be chewed. Much better.
There was nothing else to look at, and so Ratchet found himself studying the method his roommate used to eat the disgusting pile they'd been given as a fuel source. It was strange, how dainty the man was about consuming something so foul.
Engrossed in his thoughts as he methodically twirled the spaghetti against the bowl of the spoon, the starchy strands amassing into neat bundles around his fork, von Karma had already taken a few bites before he noticed that the other man was staring at him. Already at the end of his patience, the prosecutor set down the utensils and shot a scathing glance at his roommate.
After a moment of casting that baleful look, von Karma snapped his fingers at the man. "Insolent fool. Has no one taught you how rude it is to stare at someone while he's eating?" Then his gaze fell upon the other's plate. Scoffing at the mess upon it, he continued, "Hmph. But why should this surprise me? Your table manners are deplorable. Just like the rest of the idiots in the general masses. Not a single one of you seems capable of learning how to eat spaghetti properly."
When Prussia awoke, just after the clicking off of the intercom, it was with a sense of panic.
He knew this feeling. He hadn't felt it this sharply for a long time-not since he'd gone by a different name and did what he needed to in order to survive-and it had never been so... so thorough before, but he knew it. He'd felt loss before. He'd felt his borders shift and change, he'd felt his land lost and gained, but he'd always felt something. People, if not land; land if not people. This was so much like that feeling from centuries ago, but it was... different, too. That lingering sense of something-anything!-still there was missing.
Everything was gone-his land, his people, the old castles and forts, the capital... Berlin; he couldn't feel Berlin! And West, his brother, that familiar presence that he'd always felt somewhere in the back of his mind or along his borders to the southwest ever since the formation of the Empire-West was gone, too
( ... )
First, though, he was getting out of here. If they thought he didn't need guards any more, that was even more reason to get out before they changed their minds. Prussia climbed out of bed and headed straight for the door, but found it locked. Of course they wouldn't have made things that easy for him...
He looked around the room. No doors save for the one, no windows, two beds, and two sets of all the furniture, as if there were supposed to be a second occupant in the room. West, maybe? But if his brother were supposed to be here with him now, where was he?
There was food on a tray on the desk-spaghetti and bread and gelato. He ignored it at first, trying the door again and making an unsuccessful attempt to ram it open by force, but he finally took a reluctant seat. If Italy had cooked, he shouldn't waste it...
One bite proved him wrong: it definitely wasn't anything that Italy had made.
Bella was ready. Even though she had told Emmett what she was planning to do, she knew he wouldn't tell Edward. ... Well, she hoped he wouldn't tell Edward, but she knew she could trust her soon to be older brother.
Mind reading aside, anyway.
When Bella entered her room, she instantly ran to her desk and pulled out her map, finding M114 on the paper before marking it with a large star (she was going to do a heart, but she figured that was a little lame, even for her.) and rolled it up, shoving it into her pants for later that night. Now that she knew where her flashlight was she was ready to go.
Not to mention now she knew the path she had to go. The route she decided would be the fastest; hopefully she'd just be in and out.
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And it really didn't help when he got back to his room. What did you say to someone who had let themselves be brainwashed? He'd ignored it before, too unsure of what to say and too upset about it to even think about trying to figure something out.
But that was uncomfortable, too. So...he didn't bother changing right away like he usually would. Instead, he picked at salad and garlic bread, hoping pretending to eat would get him out of talking too much.
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He pushed a lone piece of lettuce around on his plate, while thinking. "So...if I were to say that...a very important person to me was taken for one of their torture sessions the other night, would you actually believe it, or would you laugh it off as a delusion...?"
That one answer would be enough to gauge, he thought.`
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He had spent all day imagining it, working out how he'd avoid the supposed eagles, how it would be worth the pain of morphing and de-morphing, how he'd find a tree outside the walls and just spend some time outside, at night, being himself for at least a little while before they caged him in again.
He wasn't exactly light-hearted as he sat down for dinner, but he was in a better mood than he had been for a while, and his nurse made noises about how it was nice to see Astor relaxed before leaving him to his food.
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Nanaki had a strange relationship with territory now, after his time in the forest, but so long as the human stayed on it's side, things would be fine. Although, giving the room a sniff (once he was unable to hide) he caught a strange scent. Unfamiliar yet... Nanaki's head hurt. He climbed onto the chair and looked at his meal. This ought to be interesting at least. He was so busy looking at it, he didn't hear his nurse at first, urging him to greet his roommate. Nanaki looked up and gave a snorting sound.
"Hello."
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Tobias waved hello to his new roommate, flicking a smile at him and answering, "Hi, I'm Tobias. You new here?" And in a wheelchair already? That could be bad.
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"They call me Nathan," he said. It wasn't a very scientific or descriptive name, but he didn't care much about labels. "I woke up here only a while ago. For the last...shift. And yourself?"
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This was all getting more baffling by the cycle. On top of everything else, everything he was expected to ingest during this particular refueling period smelled extremely odd. Also, the pile of...whatever that was on the plate reminded him vaguely of something Sari had purged when she'd gotten a virus last winter. Ratchet wasn't touching that.
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There was nothing else to look at, and so Ratchet found himself studying the method his roommate used to eat the disgusting pile they'd been given as a fuel source. It was strange, how dainty the man was about consuming something so foul.
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After a moment of casting that baleful look, von Karma snapped his fingers at the man. "Insolent fool. Has no one taught you how rude it is to stare at someone while he's eating?" Then his gaze fell upon the other's plate. Scoffing at the mess upon it, he continued, "Hmph. But why should this surprise me? Your table manners are deplorable. Just like the rest of the idiots in the general masses. Not a single one of you seems capable of learning how to eat spaghetti properly."
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He knew this feeling. He hadn't felt it this sharply for a long time-not since he'd gone by a different name and did what he needed to in order to survive-and it had never been so... so thorough before, but he knew it. He'd felt loss before. He'd felt his borders shift and change, he'd felt his land lost and gained, but he'd always felt something. People, if not land; land if not people. This was so much like that feeling from centuries ago, but it was... different, too. That lingering sense of something-anything!-still there was missing.
Everything was gone-his land, his people, the old castles and forts, the capital... Berlin; he couldn't feel Berlin! And West, his brother, that familiar presence that he'd always felt somewhere in the back of his mind or along his borders to the southwest ever since the formation of the Empire-West was gone, too ( ... )
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He looked around the room. No doors save for the one, no windows, two beds, and two sets of all the furniture, as if there were supposed to be a second occupant in the room. West, maybe? But if his brother were supposed to be here with him now, where was he?
There was food on a tray on the desk-spaghetti and bread and gelato. He ignored it at first, trying the door again and making an unsuccessful attempt to ram it open by force, but he finally took a reluctant seat. If Italy had cooked, he shouldn't waste it...
One bite proved him wrong: it definitely wasn't anything that Italy had made.
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Mind reading aside, anyway.
When Bella entered her room, she instantly ran to her desk and pulled out her map, finding M114 on the paper before marking it with a large star (she was going to do a heart, but she figured that was a little lame, even for her.) and rolled it up, shoving it into her pants for later that night. Now that she knew where her flashlight was she was ready to go.
Not to mention now she knew the path she had to go. The route she decided would be the fastest; hopefully she'd just be in and out.
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