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Skulduggery Pleasant ([personal profile] skeletonenigma) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-05-30 04:42 pm

DAY 64: CHAPEL

This time, when the darkness faded and the next thing Skulduggery became aware of was that same bed underneath him, he didn't take the time to absorb the jarring feeling and sort out what might be going on. He leaped off the bed immediately, almost stumbling in the process - damn balance - and took a moment to realize that his eyes were burning and he could barely see a thing.

The room was blinding. The light itself wasn't an issue; it was the fact that Skulduggery's eyes had to slowly adjust to it, a sensation he hadn't experienced in ages and had never expected to experience again. He had a hand pressed to his forehead and was blinking rapidly when a woman knocked on the door and came in.

She was... cheerful. Everything was cheerful, from the bright light and noises outside to the intercom announcement that interrupted the woman's sudden spiel. It was such a startling change from just a few minutes ago that Skulduggery found himself lost for words while the... nurse... nodded brightly at him. She'd said something about a mental hospital, something about a man called Erik, and something else about 'not real' and 'getting better.' With Skulduggery's mental prowess - even operating at less than its usual efficiency - it was easy to work out what she meant.

He studied her openly once the light wasn't so blinding. "You're either a very convincing liar, utterly insane, or a psychopath. Let me find out which one." His head tilted. "Would you believe me if I said there was a woman last night who had been mortally wounded, but who was still walking around?" He cut her off before she could answer. "No, obviously not. And I don't think you're a psychopath who murders people for fun. A convincing liar, then. That doesn't clear anything up in the slightest, but I suppose it's something."

"Mr. MacAuley, you were sleeping all of last night. Are you sure you didn't just have a nightmare?"

Skulduggery wanted to point out that as a skeleton, he didn't sleep, and he certainly didn't have nightmares. The blurriness at the edges of his vision, however, reminded him with a jolt of his mysterious transformation to human. Suddenly, annoyingly, the nurse was making much more sense.

Was it... real, then? Everything with Yomi and the chapel - had that all just been a vivid hallucination? Had his entire life just been a vivid hallucination, like the woman was insisting?

In a slight daze, Skulduggery asked to see the chapel. He was standing there alone now, examining the fountain carefully for any sign of its demonic visage from before. But now it was just a fountain, the water was just water, and despite Skulduggery's best efforts, the water didn't respond to his Elemental magic. It remained stubbornly in its basin without so much as a ripple, silently mocking him.

Skulduggery sat down heavily on one of the pews, mystified. He wasn't insane. He joked sometimes that he was, and it might partly be true, but he wasn't insane on a level like this. He didn't just make up his whole life as he pleased.

[Free! But be prepared for a barrage of questions.]
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[personal profile] no_dont_go 2012-06-03 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes." Aigis nodded, her eyes still distant but not as lost as they had been the day before. "I am glad you are among the living, as well."

She took a deep breath, leaning back in the padded seat. Her head lolled back until she was staring at the ceiling. She traced the lines in the plaster, seeing beyond the shapes. "At least now we know, if the change happens, it will be obvious."
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[personal profile] idolism 2012-06-03 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
“I’ve dealt with those overgrown buzzards in the past. This isn’t the first time Landel has let something like that happen during the drive back,” he replied. Which said it all, really. One time was enough; one didn’t generally underestimate Landel’s penchant for surprise attacks after living through it once. “Though it’s mostly that moron’s fault. The one who caused the halt in the first place.”

Aidou had read about him on the bulletin that morning. And he had to admit, although one reckless fool was of little consequence, it would’ve been nice to smack some sense into him. What if the infected prisoners had started transforming in the small confined of the buses? Clearly the idiot hadn’t been thinking about that.

But even if the scenario was a valid one, Aidou wasn’t totally convinced Landel’s science experiments would… revert to an alternate form as smoothly as the staff did once night set.

He glanced at her, at the lines of her neck, at the pale profile of her face. “Possibly. Sometimes those sorts of things are obvious. Sometimes they’re slow and subtle. But then Landel likes to pervert the laws of nature, so who knows.”