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damned_institute2012-04-10 11:25 am
complicatedliar) wrote in damned_institute2012-04-10 11:25 am
Day 63: Bus 2 (morning)
The night hadn't been nearly as productive as Loki would have liked, though he didn't feel all that upset about it. He had all the time in the world, as far as he was concerned.
He would have to keep an eye out for those showing very visible signs of infection. It seemed to be a very rapidly progressing disease, which was interesting, but not necessarily all that helpful. Of course, the question of humanity was cute in terms of philosophy, but considering that Loki had never been human and had no desire to lower himself to that level, he found it amusing more than threatening. It would probably set the mortals into mental paroxysms, though.
The prospect of visiting the town Soma had told him about, that was certainly more interesting, and possibly useful. Particularly considering they were apparently to be given some money to spend. There had to be a book store in the town at the very least, an possibly something more useful. He had serious doubts that he'd be allowed to purchase anything overtly useful like specialized tools, but the knowledge was far more important and books were the best place to focus.
Loki smiled prettily enough for the nurse when she showed up and took the clothing offered. It was slightly less painful to look at than the normal horrible uniform - jeans and a green flannel shirt, though he wasn't enamored of the plaid pattern. The outfit also included a black jacket and gloves, necessary since the weather was still cold. He made certain to tuck his notebook and a few pens into the jacket, since even if he wasn't allowed to purchase useful books, there would no doubt be an opportunity to take notes.
And he had a message he wished to pass around as well. Hopefully there would be some sort of bulletin board in the town. If not, it could always wait another day he supposed. That didn't tend to make people less dead.
Loki went quietly to the bus, accepting the sack of food and the little booklet of coupons. He examined the card that came with it for a moment - apparently that was the money equivalent - then looked through the coupons. Really, of the choices the massage and the manicure sounded the nicest. He was particularly wary of the 'tasty meal' since in his experience, anything with 'tasty' actually in the name was destined to be anything but.
With his normal air of amusement mixed with despair at the general state of food in this place, he started picking through what passed for breakfast.
[Send me an angel!]
He would have to keep an eye out for those showing very visible signs of infection. It seemed to be a very rapidly progressing disease, which was interesting, but not necessarily all that helpful. Of course, the question of humanity was cute in terms of philosophy, but considering that Loki had never been human and had no desire to lower himself to that level, he found it amusing more than threatening. It would probably set the mortals into mental paroxysms, though.
The prospect of visiting the town Soma had told him about, that was certainly more interesting, and possibly useful. Particularly considering they were apparently to be given some money to spend. There had to be a book store in the town at the very least, an possibly something more useful. He had serious doubts that he'd be allowed to purchase anything overtly useful like specialized tools, but the knowledge was far more important and books were the best place to focus.
Loki smiled prettily enough for the nurse when she showed up and took the clothing offered. It was slightly less painful to look at than the normal horrible uniform - jeans and a green flannel shirt, though he wasn't enamored of the plaid pattern. The outfit also included a black jacket and gloves, necessary since the weather was still cold. He made certain to tuck his notebook and a few pens into the jacket, since even if he wasn't allowed to purchase useful books, there would no doubt be an opportunity to take notes.
And he had a message he wished to pass around as well. Hopefully there would be some sort of bulletin board in the town. If not, it could always wait another day he supposed. That didn't tend to make people less dead.
Loki went quietly to the bus, accepting the sack of food and the little booklet of coupons. He examined the card that came with it for a moment - apparently that was the money equivalent - then looked through the coupons. Really, of the choices the massage and the manicure sounded the nicest. He was particularly wary of the 'tasty meal' since in his experience, anything with 'tasty' actually in the name was destined to be anything but.
With his normal air of amusement mixed with despair at the general state of food in this place, he started picking through what passed for breakfast.
[Send me an angel!]
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Not that he was on the clock as a Hero right now, of course. In fact, given his current mental condition, that was probably for the best. But it was in his better interests to look into any unusual incidents within the institute for possible clues about what was happening. They could also try to prevent more civilian deaths if they found out what caused them (assuming those deaths were real in the first place). Barnaby didn't like the idea of being even partially responsible for casualties he may have had the power to prevent, but didn't, whether out of ignorance or negligence. Neither of those were acceptable excuses, as far as he was concerned.
When Renamon informed him that the latest victims were supposedly children, Barnaby didn't give much of an outward reaction. If Kotetsu had been awake, he likely would have had a strong enough response for the both of them. Perhaps he would have even been a little disappointed by Barnaby's own detached attitude right now. The thought made him ache, but between everything else that happened to him over the past several days, he didn't think he had the emotional capacity to get upset over a stranger's death, particularly if it might not have happened at all.
However, that didn't mean he was okay that the possibility existed, or that it needed to be swept under the rug.
"My condolences to your friend," he quietly said, his expression remaining neutral regardless. Even if Barnaby wasn't sure whether those deaths were a figment of her friend's imagination, that seemed to be the most appropriate response for now. He could at least understand the depth of loss and grief, and how maddening it was to feel helpless in the wake of a love one's death. "You mentioned a message that said those children died. Are you referring to the binary code everyone heard last night?"
He couldn't think of what else it would have been, since he didn't recall hearing anything about it until now.
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Was it only Digital life, and those immersed in computers that could read that as easily as anything spoken? Was it actually seen as strange? "Yes," she responded nonetheless. "The binary code translated to a repeated message over and over. Two names, and the statement that both were dead."
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"You're saying you can translate binary the moment you hear it, then."
It was more of a statement than a question, and mostly his way to confirm that he'd understood. Not many people could make that kind of claim, after all. But Renamon hadn't outright said she was the one who had interpreted for her friend, which was why he didn't want to just continue the conversation under that assumption.
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Perhaps it was for that reason, that she didn't leave it at that, and only lifted her chin slightly, watching the man. "You can test me if you like."