[Day 10] Cafeteria (Lunch)

[some0nes_hero]

Cloud had left the showers with the intention of sitting completely alone. He had had enough socializing for the day dealing with Yuuri's little possessive friend. He hadn't been that tired out arguing and ignoring someone yelling at him since he was having to deal with Barret in a argument over where Marlene should stay after they had finished up

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[mazoku_king]

The moment that the annouancement had flashed over the system, Yuuri had bowed and politely excused himself from Sae's company. He knew he needed to talk to Wolfram about a few things and try to get the blonde Mazoku to understand their situation, but there was one thing he needed to do before then

[some0nes_hero]

The mad pattering of feet was his only real indication that he would probably not be eating alone for very long. Drats and he was enjoying sandwich. He didn't turn his head to look towards the person interrupting his meal, able to guess on one hand the number of people that it could be and of them, only two might madly patter in his direction

[mazoku_king]

There was still an uncertain expression on Yuuri's face when Cloud spoke about forgetting it all. It didn't sit right with him in the slightest, and despite Wolfram's fears, he had no right to treat an innocent person this way.

"I'll talk to him about it," He muttered more to himself than to Cloud. Wolfram would only get himself hurt if he continued on this path, and he didn't want that happening.

"Wolfram von Bielefeld," Glancing over in Wolfram's location, Yuuri winced subtly as he saw him with that silver-haired man, but it didn't appear that he was getting hurt... for now. "He's one of the nobles in Shin Makoku... and one of the retainers who protect me."

[some0nes_hero]

"Do as you please," Cloud replied. He wasn't about to step in and tell Yuuri how to do things, and the kid was head-strong enough where he knew that he was wasting words. He doubted that it would stop that blond princess from attacking him; no, Sephiroth probably had a more desired effect.

"He said that you two were engaged," he said off-handedly. He took another bite from his sandwich and regarded Yuuri with a raised eyebrow as if asking for confirmation on what could have been a gross fabrication. "Does he always take his job this seriously and attack people he doesn't know?"

[aiursfavoredson]

Their cleaning efforts in the shower had left the Protoss warrior feeling slightly nauseated. He trailed into the cafeteria with a subtly mellowed demeanour, and without so much of a second thought, Tassadar sought out the comfort of the far end of the room.

It was quiet there, and he doubted any of the other more lively prisoners would approach him.

He walked over to the wall area before crouching his large form down. It wouldn't clear the oddly ill sensation from his system, but at least it wouldn't increase in discomfort either. He needed some fresh air to rid the sensation from his body, but he had to wait until the humans had had their meal. Their period outside wouldn't be too far off now, however, and all he had to do was patiently wait for it to arrive.

[Waiting for Sae, I believe \o/]

[flammefaboo]

There had never been a warpath like the one that Wolfram was tearing through the halls. At first, he meant to pursue Cloud, his fists still clenched and his teeth gritted until they were surely grinding to sand. And then he had spotted Yuuri, and white hot rage burned ghostly streaks of red into his vision and he went stomping the other way.

It was probably lucky for all parties involved that, somewhere along the line, he was turned around and confused as to where he should go. Of course, he wasn't going to ask anyone for directions (as flowery and beautiful as he was, he was still a man, dammit), and instead ambled in what could be considered a pointless stalk -- stomping this way and slamming that way.

[LatinlatinlatinlatinlatinwordsSEPHIROTH.]

[clinically_nuts]

The conversation with Armand had left him in a foul state as it was, but sighting what had occurred to Cloud throughout the cleaning period had only made his mood worse. There had been more than enough desire for him to have moved over to remove the parasite, but Sephiroth had decided to bide his time

[flammefaboo]

If Wolfram had ever wondered what the embodiment of death and torture must have sounded like, he knew then. Of course, before today he would have assumed that it sounded more like Anissina, but this was pretty close regardless. Wolfram's hand immediately skirted to where his sword ought to be (but was not), and with his fingers still tapping at his side he turned to meet the mako-green eyes of his pursuer.

Touch what was his? "I don't know what you're talking about," the blond spat, only a key more polite to this one than the rest of them. There was something unsettling and yet familiar about the way this one carried himself, as if he was born and bred for war, nurtured by it as most were by milk and mothers. Still, Wolfram wasn't about to go scraping or anything to that effect. "I can't imagine how," he began, turning to leave again, "but you've gotten the wrong person."

[clinically_nuts]

He'd sighted the gesture down tot he blonde's side, and knew it for what it was. Obviously this fool thought himself to be some pathetic swordsman, but the ex-General knew without a doubt that such a thing would be a waste of his time.

Sephiroth felt his eyes narrow at the rough words thrown in his direction, but his expression hardly shifted outside of that. He had dealt with far worse than this parasite could dish out at him, but even despite this, Sephiroth would hardly stand by while his authority was being challenged in such a way.

His left hand snapped out to grasp tightly at the retreating blonde's wrist. There had been a desire to do far worse than that, but he had made a promise, and it was one he would attempt to keep, "Oh I hardly think I've got the wrong person," There wasn't anything comforting in the chuckle he sounded, and after leaning his face in closer, Sephiroth smoothly said, "I did, after all, see that mark you left on my companion's face."

[coldestequation]

L stared unhappily at his plate.

Fish, like other types of meat, weren't food, he decided. He grasped one of the triangles delicately between his thumbs and forefingers, staring balefully at it before tossing it unhappily on the floor.

So far, it had been a lousy day. Even though he was starving, he wasn't going to eat fish. He gulped down half of his water, which was warm by the time this occurred to him.

He prepared to toss a second sandwich on the floor, out of boredom and spite.

sliiiiiiiiiides in! heavybreathing and HI

[flammefaboo]

[from heeeere]

Wolfram, left to his own devices and not yet ready to face a certain spiky-headed wrong-doer, did what anyone of his caliber would: he sat next to the skinny, nerdy guy.

The tray that he carried was slapped down on the synthetic wood surface with a loud and jarring noise that could have been fireworks popping. The food wandered on his plate in the aftershock of it and walked to the edge of his tray, threatening to tumble over the side.

Wolfram settled down, not too close, not too far away, and glared openly at L.

lol, HELLO!

[coldestequation]

L glanced up, startled, to find a pretty young man glaring at him. "Pretty" was no understatement, considering the long lashes and blond hair. "Glaring" was also apt; even though L wasn't great with social cues, it would have to take a blind person to miss that clear, open expression.

He jumped affectedly when the young man slammed his tray down on the table, and it was his turn to get angry about something. He hated sudden, loud noises, especially when they didn't have to happen. Now L was glaring, too. Instead of throwing the second triangle on the floor, he threw it at the young man.

and this is exactly why i was so psyched to thread witchu

[flammefaboo]

Wolfram made a startlingly high-pitched noise at the toss. The tuna, mushy mess of crusty foodparts that it was, went slopping across his cheek. Little bits of stale bread dangled from his damp face, crumbs of pinkish-white that seemed to bring out the rage in his eyes.

There was a surprising amount of method to the way that he turned, calmly, to tear a chunk from his sandwich. The food was crushed between his spindly fingers, turned over, and tossed right back at L. This was one battle, in Wolfram's mind, that he was finally going to win.

[clinically_nuts]

[From here]

If there was one thing he would give that parasite, it was the minimal sense of self-preservation. Obviously the elements that had created that pitiful life hadn't gone completely wrong, and so long as that blonde didn't threaten what was his again, Sephiroth would leave him be.

He moved swiftly down the hall despite his injuries, and after a quick glance over to Cloud, he sighted the blonde's pointed gesture in regards to food. The sight caused him to frown, but he also knew that if he refused, Cloud would not stop bothering him on the subject.

Mentally narrowing his eyes, Sephiroth grumpily stole the tray of someone who'd just received theirs before heading over to a free table. The other prisoners had long since learnt to leave him be, and he was quite happy with such a thing.

[Free~]

[wayward_father]

There was a loud 'clunk' and then a harsh 'grind' sound from under the table that Sephiroth sat at. It was quickly followed by a tink, tink and then a chuckle of seeming delight. The noise was repeated closer to Sephiroth, the clunk, grind, then tink, tink of something hitting the floor.

"Oh, a visitor," a voice sounded from under the table before a hand stuck up between the bench and the table, waving. "Good day to you, my fine genetically sound companion," he called from under the table.

There was a shuffling noise, grunts of effort before Hohenheim popped his head up from under the table, smiling as if he had been doing nothing wrong... least of all unscrewing bolts from the bottom of the tables and benches. He smiled ruefully as he scrambled up to sit on the bench, having not even bothered with a meal this time. He wasn't all that keen of fish.

He dusted off his sleeves before pushing his glasses up his nose and peered around the room. "Busy as usual, I see. You look a little under the weather today, Sephiroth."

[clinically_nuts]

It was only as he sat down that there was any evidence to injury shown. There was a certain stiffness in his posture, almost as if moving his mid-section and left side caused him pain, but he showed no such expression on his face

[wayward_father]

His pockets shifted with the heavy treasures that he had managed to acquire by his lonesome with the help of star-shaped screw driver. His tools were carefully hidden where no one would expect to have to look, but operations on getting items to transmute keys was going well. Now, he just needed to use his power to create them.

He leaned over and peered at the sandwich on Sephiroth's plate. It looked vaguely wholesome, and if the man was injures, it would help. Still, he hadn't convinced himself that it was worthwhile eating that kind of fish.

Well, he had been productive rather than busy. It wasn't as though he had been approached while under the table in the first place, just that Sephiroth happened across the table he was under. "Oh, useful treasures indeed," he murmured as he slipped a hand into his pocket and carefully extracted a four inch thick bolt and showed to it Sephiroth. "This... is what I have been collecting."