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damned_institute2012-04-30 11:44 am
lighthearted) wrote in damned_institute2012-04-30 11:44 am
Day 63: Bus 3 (Evening)
Sora had to admit, that soup had definitely hit the spot even if he'd had to force the first few bites down. His stomach was full and warm and while the fever was definitely still there, it felt more manageable now that he had some fuel in his system. It was too bad he couldn't carry a water bottle around or something, since that would have also been a help with cooling him down.
Then again, the wind seemed to be doing a fine job of that on its own. A nurse made sure to walk with him as they moved back toward the buses, doing her best to shield him from the wind with her body. It was something that Sora actually appreciated; she didn't have to do that, after all, and with how weak he felt right now fighting the wind was pretty tough.
Still, they made it back safe and sound, and Sora boarded the bus, realizing at a delay that he hadn't even bought anything on the trip. It was a waste, but he wasn't going to dwell on it too much. He already had enough on his mind as it was. Like the fact that he hadn't seen Riku and Kairi all day and couldn't have told them about his illness even if he wanted to. He'd at least had the chance to make plans with Tsubaki, but still, where were his friends? If there was a time when they should have been around, it was now.
Sora leaned against the window, keeping an eye on the other patients that were approaching. He wiped his hand over his forehead and found that it was still covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Not much he could do about that unless he found some medicine or Dr. Facilier worked out a cure. One step at a time, right? He could beat this.
[For Albedo and Nigredo.]
Then again, the wind seemed to be doing a fine job of that on its own. A nurse made sure to walk with him as they moved back toward the buses, doing her best to shield him from the wind with her body. It was something that Sora actually appreciated; she didn't have to do that, after all, and with how weak he felt right now fighting the wind was pretty tough.
Still, they made it back safe and sound, and Sora boarded the bus, realizing at a delay that he hadn't even bought anything on the trip. It was a waste, but he wasn't going to dwell on it too much. He already had enough on his mind as it was. Like the fact that he hadn't seen Riku and Kairi all day and couldn't have told them about his illness even if he wanted to. He'd at least had the chance to make plans with Tsubaki, but still, where were his friends? If there was a time when they should have been around, it was now.
Sora leaned against the window, keeping an eye on the other patients that were approaching. He wiped his hand over his forehead and found that it was still covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Not much he could do about that unless he found some medicine or Dr. Facilier worked out a cure. One step at a time, right? He could beat this.
[For Albedo and Nigredo.]
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"A book, I should think," he said, voice and expression deadpan. "Pages stitched or glued together and hidden behind a cover. That would seem to fit the description."
At which point someone at the front of the bus started yelling. Loki craned his neck a bit to look up over the seat, frowning with distaste. "And that, I believe, is what's commonly known as an idiot."
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Badd half-stood, to see what was going on. He scowled. "Another punk kid trying to rabblerouse," he said dismissively, sitting down again. "The nurses will shut him up eventually. I don't know why he thinks he's got a chance to be a hero here." They were in an enemy-occupied town surrounded by guards. If the kid thought that guns were the only thing that could stop them he hadn't been with the institute very long.
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"Punk kid..." he muttered, turning to look out the window for a moment. Really, he'd played a bit with throwing his voice mundanely when he was younger, but it was easier if the other man was looking away. "He doesn't seem terribly bright."
Up the bus, someone seemed to shout - with an accent that sounded suspiciously like Heine's, since it was the strangest Loki could think of - "Yeah, he's right! We can do this!"
He continued looking out the window, holding up the book. "Electronics diagrams. I've got some catching up to do since I'm rather behind the times. It's interesting reading."
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"Cripes, don't encourage him," Badd groaned, though he was sure whatever idiot had yelled it couldn't hear him. "Does he think they're not packing some kind of heat under there?" Not guns, but Landel had abilities far beyond those of Badd's time and teensy ray guns were hardly out of the realm of possibility.
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He flipped the book back open again, eyeing the circuit diagram he'd been looking at. Once he'd accustomed himself to the symbols being used, it made simple sense, what was happening with the electricity.
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He huffed and bit into his hamburger, trying to ignore the distractions. There would be enough irritation to deal with tonight, Niikura always knew how to get under his skin.
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Which could be really funny to watch, he thought. And useful besides, since he hadn't actually seen it happen yet.
Loki gave Badd's hamburger a curious glance before he turned his attention back to the book. He wondered if he should have brought a bagged dinner himself, but he'd been under the impression that they'd be fed back at the prison. And he didn't need nearly as much food as he was used to, probably because he couldn't use magic.
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Really, given the choice between two terrible things, he would personally opt for the brainwashing every time. If nothing else, he wouldn't feel all that terrible about anyone who happened across him being turned into something amusing or getting stabbed.
Another sideways glance. "What is that you're drinking?"
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"It's a soda. It's...sugar and carbonated water and some flavor stuff all mixed together." He gave a long, decadent slurp. "It's horrible for you, never try it."
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He shook his head. He wasn't particularly enamored of sweets or food in general, and he'd had more than enough sweet things before falling off the Bifrost.