When he woke up, he ached. The sound of the intercom hadn't broken through the haze of his hearing except for bits and pieces and so he had no idea what was going on until he woke up again in his bed, curled up on his side. They'd succeeded in getting what they needed, and in somewhat helping Peter, but Ritsuka knew the Institute could do a much better job in patching him up. Since the guy couldn't feel pain, he would need extra assistance so he didn't end up harming himself even more.
With a groan, Ritsuka rolled over onto his back just as the door opened and a-- Soldier?? There was a soldier in his room instead of a nurse and the man was... Oh, hell. He was talking and Ritsuka was having a hard time hearing him. Apparently, the sound burst from last night was still causing a bit of trouble today. It wasn't as bad at last night with his feline ears gone, but it was still difficult. He sat up in bed and waved a hand, touching his ear to indicate he couldn't quite hear. The soldier nodded and came over to the bed, speaking a little more loudly and clearly. "Time to get up. Get your boots and your hat on. You need to report to the cafeteria."
Well, that explained the weird clothes he'd found himself in. Ritsuka wasn't one for button-ups or military style anything, but apparently that was what they were being forced into now. Slipping out of bed, he did as he was told and had the soldier help him put the hat on. The dogtags around his neck were new and as they walked, he fingered them, turning them over in his hands. "S Class?"
"Your rank. Top level."
"....oh."
How the hell did he get that? He was probably the most useless soldier of all time since he couldn't and wouldn't fight, so why did he get a higher rank? It didn't make much sense, but neither did soldiers ruling the Institute either. He'd just have to roll with the punches until he got a better handle on whatever was really going on.
Once in the cafeteria, some lady started talking about what they were being punished for and Ritsuka rolled his eyes. Wonderful. So now they were all going to suffer because some stupid idiots hadn't been able to mature past the age of two. The woman's speech ended and the soldier handed Ritsuka a bucket of water and a scrub broom, and then warned him not to remove his hat or he'd be written up. Good to know.
Moving toward the middle, away from the soldiers with their guns, Ritsuka set the pail of water down and began cleaning with a sigh.
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With a groan, Ritsuka rolled over onto his back just as the door opened and a-- Soldier?? There was a soldier in his room instead of a nurse and the man was... Oh, hell. He was talking and Ritsuka was having a hard time hearing him. Apparently, the sound burst from last night was still causing a bit of trouble today. It wasn't as bad at last night with his feline ears gone, but it was still difficult. He sat up in bed and waved a hand, touching his ear to indicate he couldn't quite hear. The soldier nodded and came over to the bed, speaking a little more loudly and clearly. "Time to get up. Get your boots and your hat on. You need to report to the cafeteria."
Well, that explained the weird clothes he'd found himself in. Ritsuka wasn't one for button-ups or military style anything, but apparently that was what they were being forced into now. Slipping out of bed, he did as he was told and had the soldier help him put the hat on. The dogtags around his neck were new and as they walked, he fingered them, turning them over in his hands. "S Class?"
"Your rank. Top level."
"....oh."
How the hell did he get that? He was probably the most useless soldier of all time since he couldn't and wouldn't fight, so why did he get a higher rank? It didn't make much sense, but neither did soldiers ruling the Institute either. He'd just have to roll with the punches until he got a better handle on whatever was really going on.
Once in the cafeteria, some lady started talking about what they were being punished for and Ritsuka rolled his eyes. Wonderful. So now they were all going to suffer because some stupid idiots hadn't been able to mature past the age of two. The woman's speech ended and the soldier handed Ritsuka a bucket of water and a scrub broom, and then warned him not to remove his hat or he'd be written up. Good to know.
Moving toward the middle, away from the soldiers with their guns, Ritsuka set the pail of water down and began cleaning with a sigh.
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