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Zero ([personal profile] dividedby) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-06-12 12:04 pm

Day 64: Patient Library (Fourth Shift)

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It was shock, like failing to recognize some heavy injury following a traumatic accident. Zero's mind was reeling, still trying to accept the fact that Ciel - or else, someone who looked and sounded exactly like her - had been standing right before him, calling him by a different name. She'd spoken untruths, supporting the Institute's idea that he was mad, but her face, her voice, her mannerisms...! It had undeniably been Ciel!

No, his mind couldn't accept that. Not yet. The so-called superior thinking power of the human brain couldn't do anything to help him.

And so the once-Reploid slowly walked out of the visitation room as if in a trance, following behind his forever cheerful nurse. She, of course, thought that there was nothing wrong and began chattering to herself about how healthy that visit must have been for him.

'Healthy'.

On any other day, he would have let out some sort of displeased grunt or, better yet, some rude remark about just how 'healthy' such a visit had been for him, but any sort of response became impossible when his brain was too busy just trying to process simple facts. So he simply stared past the nurse instead, only vaguely aware that she even existed. (Not that she seemed to notice. In fact, she probably took his lack of rudeness as a good sign. Wouldn't be surprising.)

Thankfully, it was only a very short walk back to the Sun Room and, therefore, only a short amount of time spent with that woman. Zero abandoned her and then slipped into the library in order to find some peace and quiet. He could sit in a chair somewhere and try to think about what just happened...

...He ended up standing in front of a random bookshelf mindlessly staring at the rows of paper-made novels in front of him rather than sitting, but oh well. His mind was in the same place either way.

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[personal profile] skeletonenigma 2012-06-14 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
The potential sneaky trapdoor continued to deny its existence, and Skulduggery began to wonder what the sticking book meant. It was one of the classic ways to hide a secret passage. Skulduggery himself had managed to find quite a few secrets by poking around in libraries like this. If everything changed to be more dangerous at night, as practically everyone Skulduggery had spoken to confirmed, then... maybe whatever the book triggered only worked at night.

Pushing the thought to the back of his mind for now, Skulduggery returned his attention to the girl's questions. "Yes," he answered her first one. "Some are more useful than others, however." An image of Ghastly as a statue swam briefly back to mind. He ignored it.

It turned out that she was a mage as well, but in a completely different sense than Skulduggery was familiar with. "I see," he responded, intrigued. "My sorcery is a little different, I'm afraid. Relatively few people can actually use magic, but those that can become very different from non-mages." He used her word for now, with only a slight hint of hesitation. "Such as a much longer life span. I'm over four hundred years old, for example, and that's not even the oldest I've met. If it weren't for magic, we wouldn't be able to fit all the candles on the cake."

He was joking, of course. Skulduggery didn't have birthdays anymore. They tended to lose all meaning after you had died.

He was about to ask her another question when she interrupted with one of her own. He glanced back at the Oxford Book of English Verse. "Perhaps. Are you familiar with the cliche of the book that triggers a rotating bookcase?"
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[personal profile] overlimit 2012-06-15 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
“Four…” Rita began to repeat the words, incredulous, but she quickly caught that her voice was too loud, and she finished the outburst in a sharp whisper. “…hundred!?

She knew she had to take such an extraordinary claim with a grain of salt. Magic could be used to heal injuries and cure ailments that would have otherwise led to death, but it couldn’t do anything about simple aging. She’d heard of mages who’d tried, of course, but most only succeeded in wasting the remaining years of their lives – or shortening them, even.

Rita definitely wanted to press on the subject of his magic, and see if he could explain how his life had been extended so long, but then he answered her other question, and, being caught slightly off guard, she decided to leave the grilling until after this was examined. It would give her time to decide which questions needed to be prioritized, anyway.

“A rotating bookcase?” There was doubt written on Rita’s face, but she moved in closer to see what he was referring to. “What, you think this could be some kind of hidden switch?”
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[personal profile] skeletonenigma 2012-06-15 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
She'd reacted almost the exact same way Valkyrie had, right down to the incredulous expression on her face. "Yes," he answered simply. "Four hundred." He'd spent most of that time dead, of course, but if the fellow mage was having enough problems with his age, it was probably best to let her ask her questions in her own time.

Skulduggery tried pulling the book out again, and again it stuck before it came all the way out, stubbornly fixed in place no matter which way he tried to drag it. "See how it looks like it's part of the bookcase?" he explained, pushing it back into its slot. "It might not make the bookcase rotate, but it has all the makings of some kind of secret passage. I'll admit, I'm still fairly new, so I don't know if that sort of thing happens here. But, short girl, if it does, I'm almost sure it would only work at night. It's worth a look, don't you think?"

It probably wouldn't amount to anything - Skulduggery's luck had never been very kind to him, after all - and if that was the case, he could always go and examine that morgue she mentioned. It might help him understand how he'd been brought back to life.
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[personal profile] overlimit 2012-06-15 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The man tugged at the book to demonstrate, and Rita had to admit that it looked like he could be on to something. "... I see. It does look pretty suspicious. It might be worth coming back here later to find out for sure." With Rita's previous goals derailed for the time being, she supposed she could even come examine it herself.

"And watch what you call me. I have a name, you know." The hypocrisy in being offended by that went apparently unnoticed by her. Although, she wasn't likely to care even if it was pointed out. "It's Rita. Rita Mordio."
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[personal profile] skeletonenigma 2012-06-15 02:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Skulduggery glanced at her, a little surprised. He hadn't been paying close attention to his own words, busy planning out the next few hours instead. He'd naturally assumed that his explanation was as brilliant as his explanations always were. "Ah, yes." He paused, and cocked his head. "A response to your earlier nickname, I believe. It's nice to meet you, Rita. I'm Skulduggery Pleasant."

He pointed to the ignored pile of books on the table. "Can I assume you won't be needing the ramblings of a crazy man anymore? I don't mind putting them back for you." After a moment, he added, "because you are very short." His face remained unchanged, but the amusement in his tone was obvious - Skulduggery was really only teasing her now.
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[personal profile] overlimit 2012-06-18 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Skulduggery. Apparently, that was a name.

Rita was about to agree to his offer, but then the guy had to throw in a comment like that. How the heck did a guy live to be 400 without learning how to watch his mouth? Anyone who talked to Rita like that generally got a fist or a fireball to the face, but sadly, she lacked the means to deliver either at the moment.

So she settled for stomping on his foot. "Yes, please do," she implored through gritted teeth, then stepped off, hopefully before any nurses would notice.
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[personal profile] skeletonenigma 2012-06-18 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Of all the reactions Skulduggery might have been expecting, physical violence was somewhere at the bottom of the list. Hadn't Sora talked about the threat of sedation like it was common knowledge? And it hurt, too. The foot Rita had stomped on wasn't nothing but bone anymore, and even through the fuzzy layer of slipper, the stomp had been enough to send small pinpricks of fire up his leg.

Skulduggery managed to bite back any sounds of pain, lest they draw the attention of someone who could administer a sedative, but his face twisted more than it had all day. Perhaps that was the reason a genuine smile broke through his features less than a second later. "Sore subject?" he asked as he walked gingerly over to the table. "I'll try not to bring it up again." No promises, of course.

He stopped just before picking the books up, and then turned back to her, his face as impassive as before. "If I were to come and examine that potential secret passageway tonight, would you want to come? You seem like you know your way around, and I'd like a look at that morgue later."
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[personal profile] overlimit 2012-06-18 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
A sore spot? Not necessarily. "I just don't have patience for people who say stupid things." It was an understatement when it came to describing how short Rita's temper was, but Skulduggery could consider himself warned.

To her surprise, however, the man's next move was to invite Rita to join him that night. The mage furrowed her brow, confused both by the sudden offer and by his interest in the morgue of all places. What was that about? ... Well, maybe she'd ask later.

"... Fine by me," she decided after taking a few moments to think. "I was going to go myself, so it's probably better to work together than to get in each other's way." And in her condition, things like competition or obstacles were best kept to a minimum. "There's just one thing I have to take care of first. It shouldn't take long. I'll meet you when I'm done."
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[personal profile] skeletonenigma 2012-06-18 01:15 pm (UTC)(link)
A small part of Skulduggery couldn't help noticing the similarities between Rita Mordio and Valkyrie Cain. Both young teenage girls studying magic, both completely unafraid to run into danger, both impatient, intelligent, sharp-tongued, and fun to tease. And one of Rita's arms was in a sling. That same small part of Skulduggery briefly wondered if there was some connection, or some hidden meaning behind his impulsive offer.

Skulduggery usually ignored that small part of his mind. This was about not knowing what to expect, safety in numbers, and a fellow mage. That was all. "Excellent," he replied brightly. "In that case, I'll see you tonight."
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[personal profile] overlimit 2012-06-19 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Rita hadn't expected to form a partnership like this, but she supposed she'd take it. It was convenient for her, anyway.

"Meet me at the doors to the Sun Room. That room's usually guarded, but the way there should be safe." It was probably the most time-efficient way to go about it, too. Rita just hoped there wouldn't be any big hold-ups on either of their ends.

The intercom sounded then, signaling the end of the shift. Rita glanced up at one of the speakers, and gave a sort of half-shrug. "We can talk more tonight. Don't make me wait." Being the one with a prior appointment, Rita knew she was more likely to be the one delaying them, but she still felt the need to make that clear. With that said, she turned and made her way to the exit.