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Day 24: Intercom, Breakfast
And so the day came, eerily similar to what the Head Doctor had foretold. For once, things didn't seem to be so bright and sunny as they should have been in this perfect Landel's world, and ominous grey clouds lined a stark sky that didn't seem to offer much sunlight.
As the intercom gave its usual daytime jingle, however, Dr. Martin Landel's voice carried as cheerily and lightly as always.
"Good morning, patients, and I hope a productive day awaits you! Not only may some of you be having your usual doctor visits, but some of you may find new friends--and roommates--in the new batch of patients that has arrived today. Er, I don't believe I have all their names written down, though..."
He fumbled through some papers.
"...Ah, yes, I seem to have misplaced them. In any case, nurses, could you please escort Group 1 to the cafeteria along with the other patients? Thank you very much!
"Speaking of the cafeteria, I'm sure all of you are wondering what we're having for breakfast today, hmmn? Well, today we have bagels and cream cheese, along with our usual side choices of bacon, sausage, eggs, or hash browns. For the bagel itself, you're also free to put other toppings on it, such as our lox or assorted pieces from our vegetable topping selection in the salad bar. As far as drinks, we have assorted juices, milk, and water, as per usual. Also as usual, we have the choice of regular toast and cereals."
He paused, taking in a deep breath, and then sighed.
"Ahhh. Doesn't that all sound good enough to eat?"
When no one seemed to laugh at his lame joke, he coughed and continued.
"Hmph. In any case, please give a warm welcome to our new patients, and--hm?"
His assistant seemed to have come and whispered something in his ear.
"Oh..." He said gravely as he turned towards the microphone, "oh, dearie, me, it seems as if one of our patients who was supposed to be introduced today suffered a tragic accident on the way here. What was his name? Bas--no, Adam Paine? At least that's what it says in the paperwork..."
He flipped through some kind of packet, murmuring to himself.
"What is--ugh the disorganization...." He cleared his throat when he realized he was slipping up in his friendly-leader routine, and he finished his announcement. "Nurses, if any of you come across an Adam Paine, could you please report to me? It seems as if... Nurse... Hondor filed some faulty claim in the name of..."
He paused. The pallor of his face could nearly be heard in the post-dawn silence.
"...Leeroy Jenkins."
The intercom clicked off abruptly.
[ All patients from GROUP ONE should be introduced in comments to this entry. If you have someone else who's active in your room, assume that they woke up before you, and if it's someone who has already been introduced or will be introduced later on in the day, have them already gone or sleeping, respectively. ]
As the intercom gave its usual daytime jingle, however, Dr. Martin Landel's voice carried as cheerily and lightly as always.
"Good morning, patients, and I hope a productive day awaits you! Not only may some of you be having your usual doctor visits, but some of you may find new friends--and roommates--in the new batch of patients that has arrived today. Er, I don't believe I have all their names written down, though..."
He fumbled through some papers.
"...Ah, yes, I seem to have misplaced them. In any case, nurses, could you please escort Group 1 to the cafeteria along with the other patients? Thank you very much!
"Speaking of the cafeteria, I'm sure all of you are wondering what we're having for breakfast today, hmmn? Well, today we have bagels and cream cheese, along with our usual side choices of bacon, sausage, eggs, or hash browns. For the bagel itself, you're also free to put other toppings on it, such as our lox or assorted pieces from our vegetable topping selection in the salad bar. As far as drinks, we have assorted juices, milk, and water, as per usual. Also as usual, we have the choice of regular toast and cereals."
He paused, taking in a deep breath, and then sighed.
"Ahhh. Doesn't that all sound good enough to eat?"
When no one seemed to laugh at his lame joke, he coughed and continued.
"Hmph. In any case, please give a warm welcome to our new patients, and--hm?"
His assistant seemed to have come and whispered something in his ear.
"Oh..." He said gravely as he turned towards the microphone, "oh, dearie, me, it seems as if one of our patients who was supposed to be introduced today suffered a tragic accident on the way here. What was his name? Bas--no, Adam Paine? At least that's what it says in the paperwork..."
He flipped through some kind of packet, murmuring to himself.
"What is--ugh the disorganization...." He cleared his throat when he realized he was slipping up in his friendly-leader routine, and he finished his announcement. "Nurses, if any of you come across an Adam Paine, could you please report to me? It seems as if... Nurse... Hondor filed some faulty claim in the name of..."
He paused. The pallor of his face could nearly be heard in the post-dawn silence.
"...Leeroy Jenkins."
The intercom clicked off abruptly.
[ All patients from GROUP ONE should be introduced in comments to this entry. If you have someone else who's active in your room, assume that they woke up before you, and if it's someone who has already been introduced or will be introduced later on in the day, have them already gone or sleeping, respectively. ]
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The bed was too hard.
This was the first thing that came to mind as she woke up from her restless slumber, expecting the usual decor of her room. Instead she finds dull and drab, and this would hardly do to please her senses. Hands on hips as Renge sat up, the teen was about to shift herself off bed when the intercom went off, causing her to freeze on the spot.
"... Leeroy Jenkins?" Oh! She heard of that name before! There seemed to be a lot of hype about him from that game... Land of Peacecraft, was it? Her dampened mood seemed to lift as she remembered, wondering if they would serve chicken to commemorate him. Oh, but this room, where was she? Renge thought hard, but no viable explanation came to greet her. And so, with a fitful shrug, the teen swung her legs over the edge and hopped off rather ungracefully.
It was only then that she noticed that someone else was in the room, grasping at her curiosity like a moth to a flame. Renge made a beeline to the opposite end, catching a glimpse of honey blonde hair when the other shifted in their bed. Never the one for manners when they weren't necessary, Renge reached forward with full intentions to pull the covers off, but stopped when the door swung open to reveal a woman.
"Oh! Ms. Taylor you shouldn't disturb your roommate like that. She must have been exhausted with everything she did. But no matter, let's get you to breakfast shall we?" The nurse chided, taking a few steps forward. But Renge didn't say anything right away, letting her eyes soak up everything about this woman. It was only when the nurse tried to speak again did she say anything.
"Ms. Ta-"
Renge suddenly pointed a finger at her.
"NOT ENOUGH. NOT ENOUGH I SAY!" Her other hand pressed firmly against her hip, giving the nurse the same cold stare whenever the Host Club didn't follow her orders. "Your words may sound gentle, but your body language is as stiff as a statue! Have you any idea how to pull a convincing act? You're supposed to be like this-!"
And without warning Renge reached forward and took the woman's hands, pulling her forward in a gentle caress with a worried expression strewn over her face.
"Please... you mustn’t do that. I know it must be hard for you," With that she gently caressed the side of the bewildered nurse's cheek. "But I will do my best to soothe you through these trying times. It's not only my job, but my passion as well."
And just like that the teen pulled back and dusted herself off, the nurse continuing to stare at her before sighing and guiding Renge's hand into her own.
"Come Ms. Taylor. You don't want a cold plate of food now do you?"
Renge just huffed. This woman obviously didn't know how to LARP right!
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Dammit. She knew when they walked their separate ways that she'd miss them... but this was almost unbearable. They weren't just friends; they were family. Well, to her, anyway.
However, this track of thought was consistently ground to a halt as she scolded herself for allowing her sentimentalism to cause her misery.
Come on! I haven't seen them for a week. Big deal!
She felt sure they'd meet again. That's why she could withstand being alone. The pang she experienced when she awoke and realised they were gone was something she was all too familiar with by now...
Sitting up, observing a white room around her brought back a swift sense of impending panic in her gut; something she hadn't experienced since the incidents at Ikitsuki Island.
She couldn't recall a memory of apprehension. She certainly wasn't knocked out; not that she could remember. Mouth slightly agape, her eyes were hesitant but curious as they moved downward. Hair resting on her shoulders, no longer in its customary style, she flicked it behind her ears and stared at her clothes. The smiley-face was fairly intimidating.
She glanced over at the bed on the other wall, followed by the dresser, desk and door. Her inquisitive gaze met what seemed to be a nurse, instantly ruling out the idea she'd been dumped in a brothel. Maybe it was a prison – a belief brought on by her windowless surroundings – but if that were true, it was the first prison she'd occupied that employed nurses.
The woman approached her at a snail's pace, and if it weren't for the strange stirring in her eyes, Fuu may have clasped the hand she inclined to offer.
"Excuse me," she said timidly once the pause between them had grown eerie, "I'm... new here, and... well, could you please tell me..." Her audacity swelled and her vision was directed to the nurse a second time. "Where am I? How did I get here?" Avoiding sight of the woman's smile again (there was something odd and unsettling about it...), she then added: "And... does this have to do with Mugen, or Jin, or..." She gulped. "Or both...?"
She more than half-expected a 'yes', but the nurse started beckoning that her 'patient' grab the hand offered to her. Fuu grit her teeth a little, granting her 'carer' a small huff. "No thanks. I think I can stand on my own two feet."
And when she did, her heart began its delayed racing. Trust something like this to occur when her bodyguards had retired.
F12
The resolve of a soldier marching on was about all she’d felt immediately after that fateful point. She’d wanted to strike again and again until the creatures smiled at her no longer. They'd said they’d come to be conquered, to die only laughing in their own endless war. What else could she have done but see that they found that end tenfold? London and beyond was already a dying ruin. And she would leave her homeland only dust if it could no longer be saved. Her enemies would speak no ownership to even the remains of that once strong kingdom.
So even old friends had found no mercy as she'd given final orders to erase all who stood against them. She’d told even her last father figure to die. Just die there. Her will was the passion that sent her returned Count out to engage him, purpose only to destroy.
But now that old man’s face -as it had looked before- was returning to the center of her thoughts. The scent of burning flesh and hanging corpses was fading as she twisted where she lay. Hate could focus none on those wise grey eyes and the kind, withered features though. Loathing now came back most alive within her own failure as she finally began to wake from the nightmare of her memories.
Still such a child...she didn’t need the vampire here to tell her that now. She thought it loudly herself as she tried to ration the truth of her mistakes. Responsibility could always only lay with the leader -with her- in the end. Because she hadn’t stopped their deceptions from coming to fruition. Entire cities now lay in waste, countless dead and worse.
Yet the battle wasn’t fully concluded as far as her memory knew. Their enemies still lived. So she shouldn’t be stopping to revel in the past. As she stared to a blurry ceiling she knew she shouldn’t even be wasting precious moments contemplating the punishments her Organization's failures may deserve.
No logic said she should even be here. And if the bed beneath had not met her body willingly, then capture could be the only logical assumption as well. Lying here clean and unarmed, divested of all clothing save for that which did not belong to her...alone in a white walled room.
But as she wasn’t dead, then they still weren’t done. But goddammit, that was true. They. She and the Draculina, they’d been side by side. Seras. But...she remembered now. That man, what had he done? Integra felt the flare of anxiety almost immediately, but held it back as she reached for her glasses on the nearby dresser.
She couldn’t begin thinking of more hypothetical losses. Not yet. She had to keep her mind clear if she was to help anyone. Simply start from scratch if she couldn’t remember how or why she’d come to be here. If they hadn’t immediately killed her, her captors had already proven themselves fools and a lesser enemy than some. Integra could only shove every worry to the corners of her mind as she rose purposefully, intent on trying an exit through the single door. Surely it'd be locked, but-
The blonde paused at the sudden click of the handle, half expecting anyone to emerge before only a small, smiling woman appeared standing there in the narrow archway. They both addressed each other in a look of mild surprise for a moment before the stranger's smile grew even warmer.
"Well, already up then Ms.Harker? It's good to know there's still some early birds about. I suppose I came just in time or else you would have gotten impatient. Off to breakfast then, dear?"
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The effeminate swordsman sat up, stretched his arms up above his head, yawned slightly, and felt surprisingly well rested considering the ruckus around town due to the Gion festival. He was also surprised to find that, despite it being the middle of summer, the room was only pleasantly warm rather than stiflingly hot. Maybe it had rained during the night, he reasoned, patting the bed to see if Saizou would come shuffling up like usual. When his pink piglet didn't show, Okita finally took a gander at his surroundings and paused.
White walls, a strangely western looking desk and chair, no shoji, no tatami, no gardens, no sounds of the festival, no Saizou – nothing familiar.
"..."
In a flash, Okita jumped out of bed, expecting to slide easily onto the floor, and had quite a rude awakening when he fell rather unceremoniously to the ground with a loud and heavy thump. Large purple eyes stared, bewildered, at a bed that was raised off the floor by a good foot and a half - also Western. He reached for his swords, but finding nothing in the area, he scrabbled under the pillows for the knife he usually hid there. Instead, he found some strange metal object with a circular glass disk at one end. Dumbfounded by this contraption and the panic racing through his mind, he almost didn’t hear the nurse come in – almost.
"Good morning, Mr. Ikeda! Thrashing around like that, you'll wake up your roommate, so shhh," she said, pressing a finger to her lips. She spoke cheerfully in that strange language Sakamoto always used - English, wasn't it?
Okita quickly hid the toy behind his back and fought the urge to slash at her neck, seeing as he had no weapon. Obviously this was some Choshu trick, or another one of those strange spell things that Saitou-san sometimes talked about. The last time he'd acted hastily, he had gotten them all in trouble, so this time he would play it safe. The swordsman laughed pleasantly and replied, "I have no idea what you’re saying."
He blinked and touched his throat, disbelief spreading on his face. English? Did he just speak English?
The nurse seemed unperturbed, laughing lightly. "Oh, Mr. Ikeda – always the joker. Well, you’re finally well enough to go out with the other patients, so shall I take you to the cafeteria? After all those medicines and the long recuperation period, I bet you're famished!"
"Aha ha, yes... I’m very hungry." Ikeda? Medicines? Okita smiled to hide his panic and nodded, waiting until her back was turned to hide the flashlight back under his pillow. He gave a quick glance over at his 'roommate' and took note of the short blond hair. He'd have to find this person later.
"Good! Then right this way." The nurse beamed, holding the door open for him. The purple-haired swordsman warily followed her out into the hallway, eyes darting from the lights on the ceiling to the plaster walls and tiled floor to the strange grey clothing he was wearing. Once he distanced himself from the spy leading him to this 'cafeteria,' he'd have to find someone else to explain the situation to him.
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He never finished that journey. Something happened. One moment he was passing through the gate to Soul Society, and the next he found himself lying in a strange bed in an unfamiliar room. He had no idea what could have led him here, but one thing was obvious: it couldn't be good. Without hesitation he jumped out of bed and reached behind him for Hyorinmaru, only to find his blade was absent. Understandable...if someone had gone to the trouble to lay him in bed, they wouldn't have left his sword on his back; however, the blade was nowhere to be seen.
Hyorinmaru, he thought, extending his senses to find his companion. Where are you. Nothing. Either someone had masked his blade's reiatsu from him, or his blade was so far away now that he could not sense it. Either way, this was bad. Someone had known enough about shinigami to not only pull him from the gate to soul society and deposit him here, but also enough to make certain that he could not find his blade again, no matter how hard he tried. There was only one person he knew that had that kind of knowledge and the ability to make it happen.
Aizen.
"Aizen!" he shouted, looking around with a fury in his eyes for the traitorous ex-captain. "Where are you?!?"
He was greeted by the door to his cell opening, revealing a slender young nurse with American features and long black hair. "Hi Tommy," she said to him in the horribly patronizing manner most human adults often used towards him when he wandered in the real world. "The doctors have said that you can go have breakfast with the other patients today. Now won't that be a treat?"
Hitsugaya blinked for a moment. Something was decidedly not right here. "Who's Tommy? Where am I?"
The nurse gave a sympathetic smile. "Don't you remember? You're Tommy Winters. Your parents transferred you here just this morning. They wanted to make sure you got the absolutely best care you could get, so that you can get better as soon as possible."
Get better? Something about this wasn't right. Still, going with her was a better option than staying trapped in this small cell. If he could look around the rest of this facility, he might be able to get a better idea of where he was and what Aizen had done to him.
"Ok," he said in a flat and guarded tone. "Take me to breakfast, then." He would find answers, and get back to Rukongai as soon as possible to let them know about this new twist of fate. Were the others on his team here, or had Aizen specifically taken him? His only option at this point was to keep alert.
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This is wrong. This is all wrong... Why am I in a bed? Where is my helmet and shield?
Then he looked down and saw his own body. His eyes widened slowly with realization and horror as he discovered the full brunt of what happened.
Where the hell is my body!?
He didn’t even let Dr. Light repair him. Who could have gotten close enough to move his programming into another body? Most importantly though, what were they using his body for. He then figured out he only knew one person with the expertise and motive to steal his body.
Wily, I swear, I’ll find you and make you pay for this. If anybody is hurt by my cannon, or if my core explodes…
Protoman sat on his bed. His thinking and senses were highly irregular. His thinking came in spurts, without him using a query. His senses didn’t provide him with readouts and numbers, only vague… feelings, he guessed would be the word for it. What kind of second rate robot was this?
The door started to click open, as Protoman leaped into the air, landing on the desk and using it as cover as he readied his protocannon. At least that was his plan. In actuality he fumbled on the bed, rolled off it towards his chair bruising his side as he slammed against it, and threw he fist out towards the incoming nurse.
Wincing, he thought; well that’s a new sense. Up to touch, sight, hearing and pain now. What sick man programs pain into a robot?
“Now, now. No games Mr. Light. You have to learn to act your age. It’s time for breakfast now, come with me.” The nurse held out her hand to the bewildered Protoman.
Mr. Light. That is one sick joke Wily.
“Can you tell me what this place is?” he asked, without moving.
“I’ll explain it on the way. For now, all you need to know is that you’re safe here. You can rest up and get better here.” She said as she took his arm and guided him out of the room.
Is that it? Was I… damaged? But why would I be separated from my body? Is this one of Wily’s tricks or is Light trying to be hospitable? …Damn! Too many questions for now. I guess I should play the role of honored guest either way.
And with that Protoman left the room with his escort, listening closely to what she said, and examining the hallways she led him down.
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Surrounded, smothered even, by a field of white flowers, her son and disciple standing over her. The Legacy, her gun, and the truth, all firmly clasped within his fingers. She had suceeded. He had surpassed her. America was safe, and The Sorrow was only mere steps away, waiting.
Everything was perfect. When the gunshot pierced the air, she figured that opening her eyes once again wouldn't be a surprise at all.
Except that the other side of The Sorrow's river was suprisingly... white. She would have guessed Heaven, but that's not what she expected God to sound like. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Where was The Sorrow?
And what was she wearing? The smile was so fake.
Ignoring this bizarre mockery of God's rambling, she sat up, and was quickly greeted by what had to be a nurse. Except she was as fake as the clothing, serene and happy and wrong by every stretch.
"You're just in time, sweetie," cooed the fake. "You might have missed breakfast! Come on, before the food gets cold."
She followed, keeping her expression blank. Whatever this was, doing nothing wouldn't get her any answers. Perhaps this was the afterlife? Who could know?
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This was normal.
What was not normal was the whiteness that greeted him when he blinked, the coarseness of the sheets the humidity chocking him that was not that of a desert, and the growing realization that there was something, somewhere, fundamentally wrong with his surroundings.
There were many things that the King of Figaro was used to. Waking up in unfamiliar places, however, was not one of them.
And, more importantly, what was that absolutely ghastly outfit he was wearing?
He got up, fully awake now. He wasn't anywhere in Figaro Castle, of that he was sure. This room was white and sterile and smelled vaguely like the acrid concoctions of the old man in Kohlingen. Another man he had never seen before slept in the bed next to his, and he felt oddly wary of waking him. His stomach sank as a million worse case scenarios ran through his head. Had he been kidnapped? By whom? And how? Or perhaps this was just some sort of twisted dream he was trapped in, he thought, remembering the nightmare beasts of Doma and their creepy, distant laughter as they warped Cyan's mind. And if he was here, wherever here was, then what was happening in his castle? Was it in some sort of peril? But then, what of the chancellor, or his subjects, or his—
No.
No, there was no need to think such thoughts just yet. He didn't know enough about the situation to jump to conclusions. He sat down again, forcing himself to take deep breaths and not think of his friends or of his brother. For now, he could assume that everything was all right in Figaro; he knew that the kingdom could run itself without him, at least for a while. For now, the first order of business was to find out where he was. Next, he could begin thinking of a solution. He'd gotten out of worst situations.
It was a relief when the door opened and a woman in white greeted him with a large smile. For one, he could he could begin to figure out where he was. And, of course, the company of the fair sex was never undesired.
He greeted her with a big bow and smooth words. His grin didn't falter even when his polite inquiries were met with a fake smile and oblivious words, nor when she called him by the wrong name —his friend's name, no less. Not even when she told him she didn't know where Figaro was.
"Come on now, Mr. Cole," she clucked, brushing off his words. "You don't want to miss breakfast!"
He gave another bow, then gave his most charming smile. "Ah, how could I refuse such generosity, milady?"
Breakfast sounded good. He could see more of this place, and perhaps meet other people. It was a good start.
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When it did, she jerked upright, body instantly going tense and alert for an attack from every direction. When nothing happened, her dark gaze darted around the bright - painfully bright – room she was in. The walls were white, the sheets were white, her clothes were…
“What the hell am I wearing?!” she demanded, staring down at the demented smiley face on the bland grey shirt and pants. The last thing she remembered was drifting off into an exhausted slumber in bed with Logan – wearing nothing, which was infinitely more preferable to this, despite being in a strange location – in a motel room in the middle of nowhere (literally). She should be waking up in exactly the same place. But there was no Logan in sight, and this was certainly not the same dingy hotel room.
Max’s instincts were too good to let her sleep through an attack, no matter how exhausted she was. How had she gotten here. And where was here?
The faint sound of breathing caught her ear, and she turned her attention towards the sound, realizing that in her moment of panic, she’d missed the faint sound. Cursing herself for her confusion, she looked for the source of the sound, finding herself not alone. The other person in the room, however, posed no immediate threat, lying still and quiet on the bed across the room from her. Max could make out fair skin and dark curly hair, but otherwise the other person – female – slept on, despite the noise Max had made.
Another sound drew her attention to the opening of the door, and Max again braced herself for an attack, crouching atop her bed. She had no weapons, but that didn’t bother her; she was efficient enough without them, if needed. The woman in the nurse’s outfit, however, didn’t look like an immediate threat either, however.
“Ahh, you’re awake, Miss Gulliver. Good morning,” the woman greeted her brightly. Maybe a little too brightly.
Max just blinked at her, freezing at the name, again caught off guard, but too surprised at the moment to care. “What did you just call me?”
“Miss Gulliver,” the nurse repeated kindly. “Lillian Gulliver. That’s your name, remember? I’ve come to escort you to breakfast, I’m sure you’re hungry. Come with me, please.” It wasn’t a request, no matter how sweetly the words were phrased.
Max gave a dry laugh at the irony of the name. Who’s idea of a sick joke was this? “My name is Max,” she countered, not moving off the bed and still eyeing the nurse warily. “Who are you? Where am I?”
“You poor thing, you really don’t remember, do you?” the nurse tsk’d sympathetically. “Your husband warned us you might have these problems.”
“My what?!” Now Max really did stare. “Listen, lady, I’m clearly not the one with problems here. You’ve got me confused with someone else. My name is Max Guivera and I’m not married.”
“I’m sure everything will come back to you in time and with treatment, Miss Gulliver. Don’t push yourself to remember now, there’s plenty of time for your recovery to come in its natural course. And some breakfast will certainly help. Come along now, you don’t want to miss it.”
Max eyed her warily for a moment longer, but then gave a slight shrug. At least she could get out of this room and scout out the place, and then she was getting out of here. The hell she was giving up well-earned time with Logan now after everything that had happened. She still had a very persistent itch needing to be scratched that she’d put off way too long…
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The last thing he remembered was the flare of pain that spiked through his shoulder as that filthy human successfully managed to get their weapon past his guard. The mere thought behind the reason of his defeat was enough to cause even his sluggish mind enough annoyance to waken. How could that mere mortal dare not only to entertain thoughts of attacking him but actually manage to land a successful blow on his body? It was a mistake that he wouldn’t allow to happen even again.
Slowly both eyes blinked open; their pupils dilating for a moment before the bright lights flooded his vision causing them both to recede. This certainly wasn’t the World of Emptiness; that much Yuber was positive about and if left the dark knight wondering if his defeat hadn’t actually triggered his return back to his own realm.
A white ceiling presented itself before his vision and the sight left Yuber frowning in confusion. Pushing himself up he sighted the odd attire that seemed to be covering his body instead of the elegant black suit he’d been wearing before his awakening. Had he somehow been captured by those from the alliance? That was a thought which seemed far too humiliating to bear. Although it could be the only reason behind not only the state of his clothing but also that blacked out gap in his memory; that didn’t make sense though. Outside of Pesmerga and a small group of other True Rune bearers; he doubted that any other being would hold enough knowledge on what he was to cause such an affect.
“Glad to see that you’re awake Mr. Emerson.” The nurse called from the door way.
Yuber’s attention slid down along the wall until it came to rest of the small female by the door. She was a pretty thing; blonde hair and tied it neatly into a bun, her bone structure pleasing to the eye and along with the dainty figure she was in possessive with Yuber held no doubt that this female would be rather popular with other human males.
“You’re referring to me?” He asked; eyebrow rasing up in question while the black knight casually leant back on the mattress. There didn’t seem to be anyone else in the room other than the two of them which lead the knight to believe that it was him who the nurse had been addressing.
The pleasant demeanour hovering around the nurse remained and from what Yuber could tell; there wasn’t even a break in expression as the female responded without missing a beat. “Yes Mr. Emerson, you’re name is Sebastian Emerson. We’re on a bit of a tight schedule this morning so if you’ll just follow me down to the cafeteria for breakfast; I’ll answer any questions you might have about your transfer here to Landels after you’ve had something to eat.” The nurse explained before taking a step to the side and gesturing to the opened door. “Now if you just follow me we can be on our way.”
There was no doubt in Yuber’s mind that something definitely wasn’t right and though he loathed to admit it he was left confused. “Ah yes how forgetful of me.” Pushing himself up off the bed Yuber made a small show of patting down his clothing as if he was ridding himself of dirt. Satisfied with his effort the black knight finally made his way over to where the nurse stood by the door. “Please lead the way then.” Yuber asked shortly before following the nurse out of the room.
Yuber held no clue as to why she was addressing him as ‘Sebastian Emerson’ but if it’s a game this female wants he would play along for now… At least until he figured out exactly what was going on.
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With a start she shot out of bed, not quite sure how Zidane had saved her, and not caring at the moment. She'd failed. People had died because of her...she...
...she had no idea where she was. Her heart stopped for an instant as she leapt out of bed, eyes darting around the small room before falling back down at her own small form. Someone had disrobed her! Feeling embarrassed, angry, and confused, Garnet turned to the girl in the bed beside her, about to demand an answer when the door opened.
"Hello, Jessica!" the woman greeted her brightly, "I'm your nurse - welcome to Landel's, dear." The rest of what she said made no sense. She had to "get better"? She was "ill"? And her name certainly wasn't Jessica.
Garnet opened her mouth to make some protest, demand an explanation - but nothing came out. Horrified, she tried again. No sound. The nurse looked at her with pity.
"Yes, your...condition. It's one of the things we're going to help you with. Considering it's something mental and not physical, we're confident we can help you overcome it. That is, if you co-operate." She then went to one of the drawers, pulling out a book and a writing implement Garnet had never seen before.
"You can use this to communicate, as well as post messages on the bulletin in the Sun Room. But for now, I think we'd better get you some breakfast." She beamed at Garnet, but the young queen simply shook her head furiously and gestured as best she could without words that she wasn't going anywhere without some better answers.
"Miss Alba, you'll never get better with that attitude," the nurse's tone became slightly less friendly. "Come with me, please. I don't want to have to ask you again."
Garnet glared for a moment, wondering if Ramuh would help her out of this situation easily before she realized she couldn't hear his voice. Panicking, she tried to reach him again - but there was nothing but a void, just as there was with her other missing summons. The nurse took advantage of her state to lead her into the cafeteria. Garnet didn't bother to shrug off the stranger's hand on her arm - she was alone in this strange situation. Where was Zidane? He wouldn't have left her behind...
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Before he had much time to be startled, a nurse with a smile that seemed to cleave her face in two walked in.
"Hellooooooooo, Mr. Paine." she said with that valley of a grin "It seems you've woken a bit late, but we'll just get right on down to breakfast with the other patients now. Does that sound like fun?"
Basch, feeling confused to no small extent, had a lot of difficulty processing this information. Paine? Breakfast? It was all new to him, he had never gone by the name of Paine and in Archadia, breakfast had been brought to his room. He grabbed the nurses arm with some urgency.
"Ma'am, I must know where I am right now. Who are you? What am I doing here? Is this Ivalice?" Basch couldn't ask the questions fast enough.
And then, if it was even possible, the nurses grin got wider. "Why, Adam, you're right here in Landel's Institute. Where else would you be? And I'm still Nurse Hondor, too. Oh, but your imagination always was a wild one."
And then in less than a flash, Basch was being whisked away through the gray halls of a gray building filled with gray people. He looked frantically about him, seeing nothing but nurses and patients dressed exactly as he was. It seems he'd found himself in some sort of hospital, and that nurse Hondor, at least, didn't believe any of his life had happened. Well, Basch still did. It had to be. It was all he had. Basch was brought into the cafeteria, and it was there he made one decision.
He would NOT listen to Hondor's lies.