第十五章- [Video/Action to Clinic peoples and/or visitors]

[put_yur_guns_on]

[The watch is perched at the edge of the bedside table, and while the bed that it barely shows at the edge of its screen is unoccupied, the figure that had occupied it is not far. Masamune sits by the window, staring outside

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[dawnlotus]

[Having heard that Date was recuperating in the clinic, it's time to pop in for a visit.]

Other than you seem to be looking better, you also look very bored.

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[put_yur_guns_on]

[He smirks faintly, turning to face her.]

There's a voice I haven't heard in a while.

[He shrugs.]

Not my idea to stay here for this long, but I guess the rest's something I needed.

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[dawnlotus]

[She smiles at him before putting down a gift. Just some simple chicken soup since she's not sure if he's allowed anything more challenging yet.]

Ahaha, I'll visit more often.

[She nods] It's good that you admit it, this type of rest will get you to your strongest again in no time. How are you doing, though?

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[put_yur_guns_on]

[Oh you. Well, he's not going to complain about good food. Vietnam will get a nod in thanks at that gesture.]

Be a shorter trip for you, in that case. I plan to head back to the house today.

Doing much better, I think. A little stiff, but I don't even know how long I've been out.

[sanctus_memoria]

[Having been in the clinic to watch over him for so long, she's made a bed out of two chairs pushed together where she's currently curled up [rather uncomfortable looking] and asleep.]

[put_yur_guns_on]

[After taking a silent inventory of his belongings, he turns to step over towards where Lenalee's made her bed, looking down at the sleeping girl. He sighs, but not out of exasperation, a faint smile touching his face. Hesitantly, he reaches down to brush the hair from her face.]

[sanctus_memoria]

[Shifts just a bit with a sleepy groan before her eyes flutter open to see a blurry figure at first.

Pushing herself up so the blanket slides off of her, she rubs her eyes with the back of her wrist.] I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep here.

[put_yur_guns_on]

[He shakes his head.] I'm sure they woulda let you have a bed for yourself if you were so intent on staying...

[He steps back, looking at his helmet, probably trying to figure out how he'll be carrying everything. Easiest way would be to wear it all again.]

[Action] Here's an honorable gentleman :D

[theshredder47]

[Well, things have gone well so far. From the broadcast he could tell that dear Date had definitely recovered. Time to see if his planned worked. If not, than he'd just have to kill them both, and that would be such a pity. He'd talked quite a bit with Lenalee over the past month. ooc: I hope that's alright to assume.

The well dressed blue haired Japanese man steps elegantly into the hospital and approaches the room where Date was staying. Oroku Saki knocks on the door before pushing it opened. He gives a perfect imitation of a genuine smile (he's had centuries of practice) when he sees Date sitting up.]

Date Masamune, it's a pleasure to see you awake. Lenalee, it's a pleasure to see you again as well.

[He bows to both of them.]

[Action] /_e

[put_yur_guns_on]

[At the knock, the young warlord glances towards the door. It might be a positive hint for his newest guest that Masamune doesn't find anything familiar of the man, brow arching in mild confusion. Still, he offers a brief bow of his head in return of the greeting.]

Oroku Saki, I presume?

[Action] Yaaaay no one has to die :D

[theshredder47]

[Excellent, it looked as if Shredder hadn't been recognized.]

Yes, that is me.

[He says graciously with a smile.]

I must say what an honor it is to meet with such a renown name! It has been my honor to aid you when you needed it.

[And to be the one to send him here to the hospital to begin with.]

[Action] XD;

[put_yur_guns_on]

[He allows for a faint smirk at that, shaking his head.]

Thanks for that. Lenalee mentioned as much.

Still surprises me how many people from Japan end up in this place.

[If he could remember that, then he'd demand a rematch on that octo-alien butt.]