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damned_institute2012-07-23 08:48 am
- aidou,
- albedo,
- byrne,
- claude,
- doctor facilier,
- edgar,
- gabriel,
- guy,
- klavier,
- l,
- nina,
- rock lee,
- scar,
- scott pilgrim,
- seishin,
- skulduggery,
- the doctor,
- the once-ler,
- the scarecrow,
- tolten,
- tsurugi,
- two-face,
- zero
Day 65: Sun Room
His nurse had whisked him away from breakfast as soon as the intercom’s voice faded. Surprisingly, she didn’t take him to the shower rooms, instead bringing him to the Sun Room (as she called it), explaining that since this was his first day he would be allowed to skip the showers. Besides, it would be good to let his injuries heal a little more.
He’d passed through this room on the way to breakfast, but hadn’t really paid much attention to it the first time. Now that he was standing here, the Once-ler understood why it was called the Sun Room.
Despite the fact that it was cloudy outside, there was still far more natural light coming in through the ceiling windows than he had seen in a long time. The Once-ler stood still for a few moments, simply staring up. It seemed almost like a dream, really. The valley never got brighter than twilight, even at noon. There was too much smog in the air to let any more light through.
After a few minutes, he shook his head. Anybody who saw him just standing in the middle of the room would probably have questions about it, and he did not relish the thought of explaining himself to a stranger. He glanced around the room itself, spotting the bulletin board Soma had talked about during breakfast. The Once-ler decided that was a good place to start, and hobbled on over to get a closer look.
[For Nina, I believe?]
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The warm and happy feelings from the shower persisted, even when he had conducted the replies on the bulletin board. A godsend, one could be certain.
Even as the events of last night came back into his head like a crash and explosion, even when the pain in his leg began to come back in full force as he leaned against the wall, even when he could still feel the blow that had caused this pain in the first place, the unusual comfort he felt tempered it. He was still a little damp, and when he closed his eyes, he could still feel the steam rising from his bare skin, even under his clothes.
All he had to do now was wait.
X stared down at his hand -- the hand that he had unjured last night, against the glass -- and clenched it, once, wincing. Then again. And again. And again.
He was going to see Zero. Or at least, he hoped he was. In his notes, something seemed off, seemed wrong; no, not just something. A lot of things. It wasn't the lack of proper grammar, nor was it the handwriting, just...
...Something. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he wasn't sure whether or not it was good or bad. Either way, he was going to get some sort of explanation of what was going on...and wasn't that the important thing right now?
With a sigh, X clenched his hand again.
[Free!]
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At least now they knew what was in store for them the next time they went down to Skeletor's House of Happy Fun Time. He wasn't looking forward to jumping off a freaking cliff again, especially knowing he would be feeling that freezing water next time, but it was better than fearing that they were jumping into a pit of space worm stomach acid. They could just go in, jump off, and then get on with whatever was supposed to come after that part. So far death didn't seem to be involved so long as they kept following the paths set out for them. At least, not permadeath, anyway.
Brainwashing, that's another story, Scott thought with frustration as he stepped out of the shower, shaking excess water out of his hair. Still had to do something about that. As far as he could tell, going through the caverns was the only thing they could do, and Scott wished there was a more direct option on the table. Like punching Landel in the balls until he flipped the "Everyone Is Unbrainwashed" switch.
On his way to the bulletin board, a flash of red scarring on someone else's hand caught his eye. The young man looked a little familiar, but Scott couldn't immediately place him. For now, the injury was what interested him the most, because it was in almost the exact same place that Scott's new bandage was. (By the way, regaining feeling in his body? Had its downsides. Ow.) Never one to back down from pointless segues into conversation, Scott stopped by the guy and raised his hand up. "Solidarity, brother. Gimpy-handed patients unite," he said, pumping his bandaged fist.
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Or maybe that 'Landel', or whoever it was had done something. As it was, he noticed that several of Zero's messages had been removed in the interim between waiting and pacing about the room on his gimp leg. Come to think of it, a nurse had come in at some point...
So many questions about this place. X had so many questions and he didn't even remotely know where to start--
--at the sound of a voice, he was knocked out of his thoughts with the power of a sledgehammer to the face.
Blinking out of his reverie, he stared forward, almost looking stupidly at his new companion before shaking himself out of his trance. Come on, this was hardly the way to respond to someone who just greeted you. The least he could do was...
Blink again at that greeting.
...What?
Uncertain, X clenched his injured fist (ow, ow) and almost shyly pumped it in response.
"Yeah. Um...solidarity to you, too, uh...brother."
Was that...what he was supposed to say?
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"So how'd that happen for you?" he asked, nodding toward Mysterious Boy X (as he randomly named the guy in his head) and his injury. "I got mine in an awesome sword fight," he went on, neglecting to mention that the fight had been with gravity and that by "awesome" he meant "I fell on my own sword".
X is so out of his element, the poor thing.
And considering the circumstances, his smile was comforting. X couldn't help but smile a little back--
--only to fade into a momentary look of alarm as the words sank in.
"Sword fight? With who?" Such simple words, but clear concern and worry etched themselves into his tone. "What did they look like?"
It's probably not Zero...if it was, then he would have ended up far worse than just a hand injury, unless he's some sort of amazing swordsman himself. But if it's not...there were more people like that, wandering the halls last night? What kind of place is this?!