The Sun Room was dark when Taura re-entered it; her eyes adjusted quickly, but not quickly enough to avoid one of the 'techs coming over to talk to her
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While running into Reeve of all people made it clear that more people from Gaia were trickling in as the days went by (which wasn't exactly a good thing, especially considering they were going after Shin-Ra executives now; while Zack thought that a few of them deserved to be here, Mr. Tuesti wasn't necessarily one of them), at the same time, some of them were clearly disappearing, which was making Zack more and more nervous
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She'd described herself to two people today; since the man who'd just smiled at her was neither blonde nor female, she made an educated guess. "Zack, right?" A smile found her lips, but didn't make it to her eyes. "Yeah, that's me. Sergeant Taura, Dendarii Free Fleet." She wasn't entirely sure why she'd used her full rank; Cissnei hadn't been precisely military, but Zack moved like a fighter, and sometimes it was easier to hear these things from someone who knew how precarious life, and circumstance, could be.
A couple of staff nearby made shushing noises. Taura dropped her voice to a baritone whisper and continued. "I wish I had better news for you." Another round of hissing noises answered this; she glanced over her shoulder. "You must have a lot of questions. Should we go somewhere else?"
Taura wasn't sure she had many answers, but she'd give as many as she had. Almost everyone here had been remarkably kind; Cissnei among them. She owed her friend at least that much.
It seemed that he'd picked the right person. Which was good, since imagining someone much taller than the woman in front of him right now was a little frightening, if he was going to be honest with himself. Zack grinned back at her. "That's right. Zack Fair," he introduced as his hand shot forward to shake. He noticed the rank that she gave, and it felt kind of odd that he couldn't give one in return. Ex-SOLDIER, maybe? But that wouldn't mean much to anyone who wants from Gaia. Well, he'd say it anyway, just to make things fair. "Ex-SOLDIER First Class
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The specific rank meant nothing, but its presence was confirmation that she'd guessed right. Zack was another fighter -- not surprising, since Cissnei had been more officer than accountant, for all that she'd initially claimed.
No, not claimed. Just implied. She hadn't been lying so much as dancing with the truth. It was a subtlety Taura was still uncomfortable with doing herself, though she understood the necessity. Miles could tie the truth into ribbons and then still take her breath away with honesty -- or maybe the latter was just the power of his bright eyes. He was better at this part, too, though at least Taura's news wasn't the really bad sort. Just the ordinary kind of bad.
"Yeah. It's right over here." She'd only been in there once -- or 'Kitty' had. But she knew where it was, and her long legs carried her there in just a handful of steps.
It was boring and she could see the same thing with a Happily Ever After in Beauty and the Beast, it seemed like (which just goes to show how much she knows about King Kong). Not only that, but she was still bitter that Casablanca hadn't been chosen. If they were going to be encouraged to sit around and watch a movie like nothing was wrong, a romance of epic proportions certainly wouldn't have hurt things
( ... )
Talking to Kirk had been weirdly therapeutic, kind of like squeezing a stress relief ball even though you couldn't really get at its contents. Aside from clearing up the whole "Zachary" thing (which Sylar wasn't yet sure had been worth the risk), he hadn't been able to get anything out of Kirk - or at least, anything meaty about Spock. In fact, the kid on the bus had been a lot more forthcoming, but even if Sylar was able to track him down again, a lower-ranked soldier probably wouldn't know much more than the kid had already revealed. It looked like Sylar would just have to keep trying to get something out of the subject of his interest itself.
Which was... a drag. A real damn drag that Sylar didn't want to deal with, the way his head kept throbbing and his hands kept trembling as he trudged out of the courtyard. He still couldn't shake the echoes of that weird feeling from last night, of feeling disoriented, unstable, wrong. The more mundane pain that the bastard had left with all his cutting was acting up too, and Sylar realized
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Okay, all things considered, Claire knew that she couldn't expect much from the patients here. It was an asylum, after all, and even if most people she'd met didn't seem to belong, she was sure that some of them would be better off. Still, it didn't help her from being a little creeped out, hedging on annoyed when she noticed someone standing awkwardly in the row she was seated in.
Was sitting down that hard? It wasn't like she was going to bite. It almost looked like he was going to go pick another row, but then he talked.
Claire could feel her blood run cold. Her mouth fell open a little in the shock and she was too stunned to even manage to crane her head for a few moments. When she finally managed to turn and look over at him, her heart was pounding out of her chest, making her ribs hurt from the strain. The screen had gone dark again, but even in the dark, she'd never forget that face. Truth be told, she probably recognized him better in the dark
( ... )
"That right?" Sylar shot back, curling his lip as he took a slow step toward her. He shoved down the irrational panic that came with it, instead moving to place his hand on the back of a nearby chair and grip it tightly, reassuring himself as much as he was using it for leverage.
Claire was acting the same as she had the last time they'd met, trying to be tough, putting on a front to cover up the fact she was helpless and scared. Sylar remembered the time he'd been that close to tasting her beautiful ability. He could almost see it right there, behind her pretty, fearful eyes
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His nurse still wasn't letting him into the Game Room, even after Scott had given her his best pleading, dewy eyes and told her that he had enriched his mind through poetry during the last shift. Clearly, the woman was a robot with no heart, and he wasn't going to let someone like her stand in the way of him and his pixels.
Scott had asked to be taken to the Sun Room for the next showing of the movie instead. And while he liked King Kong well enough, he definitely wasn't planning on actually watching it right now. As the movie got started, Scott headed for the bulletin board, pretending to write a long and involved note for the moment. He kept shooting furtive glances at the Game Room and his nurse, who stood a little ways off behind the rows of chairs, waiting for him to come back and choose a seat. She couldn't keep watching him all the time, he thought. There had to be other patients she needed to watch at the same time. So, he figured, there had to be an opportunity to sneak into the
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"No, I think now would be game time." Despite the fact that said games were completely outdated, Matt felt like playing them; outdated didn't mean they weren't entertaining, after all. But the nurse disagreed apparently, and kept trying to steer him away from his destination.
He really didn't have it in him to be stubborn about it though; lethargically, he allowed her to guide him to the Sun Room, though his discontentment showed quite clearly in his expression: eyes narrowed behind the frames of his glasses, lips puckered to one side as he gave the woman the finest glare of his teen years. The darkness of the room, however anticipated, still surprised him; this was obviously another side effect of the drugs. Or... so he liked to think. Another minute, and he plopped down into a chair near the bulletin board.
There was a guy checking it out... or. He seemed to be checking it over. Matt felt like there was more to it, though
( ... )
"Dunno. The one I've had is mostly a creeper, anyway," Scott answered without thinking and without really looking at who he was talking to. He was too busy taking an umpteenth check on the space between him, his nurse, and the door to the room. If it was possible, Scott could have sworn the woman had moved in closer without his even noticing. Darn it, why did she have to make this so hard
( ... )
What am I doing? Matt continuously asked himself, his body going cold and his face going warm at the fact that he'd actually started a conversation with someone, and was continuing it. Maybe Landel's had worked some kind of subliminal mojo into the movie up on the screen; despite Scott to it, he kept his gaze firmly away from the film his nurse obviously wanted him to watch. That fact only fueled his paranoid reasoning that there was something up with the movie, and he was more determined than ever to pay it no mind.
Of course, King Kong also just wasn't very high up on his list of must-sees. He wasn't too much of a movie man; if it wasn't interactive, he wanted nothing to do with it
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At some point in the conversation, Yukari had drifted off into faint, tenuous slumber. Worries aside, ninjas aside, her mind had wandered and its directionless journey had crossed from waking into sleeping. Still slumbering on the couch, unaware if her summoner was still with her or not, the youkai lay prone and adrift, only slightly less focused than when she was awake. Hopefully she'd feel better by the time night rolled around.
Callisto remained in the room for the next shift, still trying to make sense of the projector while trying to appear like she couldn't care less. Most of the patients were being shuffled around, but her nurse allowed her to remain put when she complained that the person next to her had talked through half the movie the first time.
This was a good place to be right now. It was dark, so people were less likely to pick her out. She did catch sight of a familiar face as they entered, however, and was soon relocating next to her. The former warlord gave Yukari's chair a kick. This woman already knew her, and would have known when she went missing, so there was no point in hiding it. "Hey. How long?"
The couch was comfy and solid, but whoever had just hit it had jostled it hard enough to wake the slumbering youkai out of her tenuous stupor. Sitting up, blinking her eyes owlishly, the first thing Yukari noticed was that she couldn't find Sheena - this time in a more literal sense as well as in reference to her dampened connection to the ninja. The second thing she noticed was another familiar face - not one she'd expected to see.
"How long is what?" she asked, tilting her head curiously at the woman, Callisto, wasn't it? Still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she sat up, the youkai glanced over at the screen. "It's about an hour and a half, isn't it? Not that I was really watching the movie..."
If Callisto wanted straight answers out of the youkai, today was going to be even harder than most, and it wasn't even on purpose this time.
"Not the movie, you twit." The words came out in an angry hiss. It seemed her former roommate was only half awake. Irritating, but she'd have to work with it. She would have grabbed the front of the woman's shirt if she didn't think it would immediately attract the attention of half the staff in the room. They had a tendency to hone in on that sort of thing.
Callisto tried again. "How long was I gone. Out of the Institute. When was the last evening we ate dinner together?" Together was a relative term, of course. It wasn't as if they sat at the same table and sometimes they hardly looked at each other. Since she didn't know if Yukari was aware she'd actually died, she left that bit of wording out of the question.
"Mr. Honda? Will you put the game down for a moment?"
"...Mr. Honda. Put the game down."
Japan wasn't used to hearing his other name and so it took a good long time for him to realize the woman (different from earlier and definitely not moe) was talking to him. She was much older, gray hair pulled back into a bun, with a severe look on her face. Apparently she was upset that he'd spent the entire shift engrossed with the DS, ignoring everyone else around him. It wasn't like it was his fault though! Games were what he did and even if the games here were old and mostly puzzle based, they were a good way for him to keep his old mind sharp. They took the game system away though and told him he should go be social "for his own health
( ... )
"Aah...." He was talking to him. And using those weird speech patterns that Watsuki-sensei had given him. Well, Japan supposed he wouldn't suddenly speak normally since this was Japan's dream after all. It was kind of cool in a way, to meet such an iconic figure, but it was also a huge bummer. Japan was lacking a camera and even in a dream world, having such a commemorative photograph would have been amazing
( ... )
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A couple of staff nearby made shushing noises. Taura dropped her voice to a baritone whisper and continued. "I wish I had better news for you." Another round of hissing noises answered this; she glanced over her shoulder. "You must have a lot of questions. Should we go somewhere else?"
Taura wasn't sure she had many answers, but she'd give as many as she had. Almost everyone here had been remarkably kind; Cissnei among them. She owed her friend at least that much.
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No, not claimed. Just implied. She hadn't been lying so much as dancing with the truth. It was a subtlety Taura was still uncomfortable with doing herself, though she understood the necessity. Miles could tie the truth into ribbons and then still take her breath away with honesty -- or maybe the latter was just the power of his bright eyes. He was better at this part, too, though at least Taura's news wasn't the really bad sort. Just the ordinary kind of bad.
"Yeah. It's right over here." She'd only been in there once -- or 'Kitty' had. But she knew where it was, and her long legs carried her there in just a handful of steps.
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It was boring and she could see the same thing with a Happily Ever After in Beauty and the Beast, it seemed like (which just goes to show how much she knows about King Kong). Not only that, but she was still bitter that Casablanca hadn't been chosen. If they were going to be encouraged to sit around and watch a movie like nothing was wrong, a romance of epic proportions certainly wouldn't have hurt things ( ... )
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Which was... a drag. A real damn drag that Sylar didn't want to deal with, the way his head kept throbbing and his hands kept trembling as he trudged out of the courtyard. He still couldn't shake the echoes of that weird feeling from last night, of feeling disoriented, unstable, wrong. The more mundane pain that the bastard had left with all his cutting was acting up too, and Sylar realized ( ... )
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Was sitting down that hard? It wasn't like she was going to bite. It almost looked like he was going to go pick another row, but then he talked.
Claire could feel her blood run cold. Her mouth fell open a little in the shock and she was too stunned to even manage to crane her head for a few moments. When she finally managed to turn and look over at him, her heart was pounding out of her chest, making her ribs hurt from the strain. The screen had gone dark again, but even in the dark, she'd never forget that face. Truth be told, she probably recognized him better in the dark ( ... )
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Claire was acting the same as she had the last time they'd met, trying to be tough, putting on a front to cover up the fact she was helpless and scared. Sylar remembered the time he'd been that close to tasting her beautiful ability. He could almost see it right there, behind her pretty, fearful eyes ( ... )
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His nurse still wasn't letting him into the Game Room, even after Scott had given her his best pleading, dewy eyes and told her that he had enriched his mind through poetry during the last shift. Clearly, the woman was a robot with no heart, and he wasn't going to let someone like her stand in the way of him and his pixels.
Scott had asked to be taken to the Sun Room for the next showing of the movie instead. And while he liked King Kong well enough, he definitely wasn't planning on actually watching it right now. As the movie got started, Scott headed for the bulletin board, pretending to write a long and involved note for the moment. He kept shooting furtive glances at the Game Room and his nurse, who stood a little ways off behind the rows of chairs, waiting for him to come back and choose a seat. She couldn't keep watching him all the time, he thought. There had to be other patients she needed to watch at the same time. So, he figured, there had to be an opportunity to sneak into the ( ... )
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"No, I think now would be game time." Despite the fact that said games were completely outdated, Matt felt like playing them; outdated didn't mean they weren't entertaining, after all. But the nurse disagreed apparently, and kept trying to steer him away from his destination.
He really didn't have it in him to be stubborn about it though; lethargically, he allowed her to guide him to the Sun Room, though his discontentment showed quite clearly in his expression: eyes narrowed behind the frames of his glasses, lips puckered to one side as he gave the woman the finest glare of his teen years. The darkness of the room, however anticipated, still surprised him; this was obviously another side effect of the drugs. Or... so he liked to think. Another minute, and he plopped down into a chair near the bulletin board.
There was a guy checking it out... or. He seemed to be checking it over. Matt felt like there was more to it, though ( ... )
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Of course, King Kong also just wasn't very high up on his list of must-sees. He wasn't too much of a movie man; if it wasn't interactive, he wanted nothing to do with it ( ... )
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This was a good place to be right now. It was dark, so people were less likely to pick her out. She did catch sight of a familiar face as they entered, however, and was soon relocating next to her. The former warlord gave Yukari's chair a kick. This woman already knew her, and would have known when she went missing, so there was no point in hiding it. "Hey. How long?"
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"How long is what?" she asked, tilting her head curiously at the woman, Callisto, wasn't it? Still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she sat up, the youkai glanced over at the screen. "It's about an hour and a half, isn't it? Not that I was really watching the movie..."
If Callisto wanted straight answers out of the youkai, today was going to be even harder than most, and it wasn't even on purpose this time.
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Callisto tried again. "How long was I gone. Out of the Institute. When was the last evening we ate dinner together?" Together was a relative term, of course. It wasn't as if they sat at the same table and sometimes they hardly looked at each other. Since she didn't know if Yukari was aware she'd actually died, she left that bit of wording out of the question.
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"Mr. Honda? Will you put the game down for a moment?"
"...Mr. Honda. Put the game down."
Japan wasn't used to hearing his other name and so it took a good long time for him to realize the woman (different from earlier and definitely not moe) was talking to him. She was much older, gray hair pulled back into a bun, with a severe look on her face. Apparently she was upset that he'd spent the entire shift engrossed with the DS, ignoring everyone else around him. It wasn't like it was his fault though! Games were what he did and even if the games here were old and mostly puzzle based, they were a good way for him to keep his old mind sharp. They took the game system away though and told him he should go be social "for his own health ( ... )
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