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damned_institute2012-07-28 09:43 am
redcladidealist) wrote in damned_institute2012-07-28 09:43 am
Day 65: 3rd Shift: Courtyard
[From here.]
It was chilly out in the courtyard, making Lloyd glad for the odd but relatively warm clothing he'd found himself in when he woke up. He could have stay inside the building, he knows. His nurse had told him he had a choice of several rooms he could eat his lunch in, if he wanted. The cold felt good, though, and the tree he was sitting against felt solid and comfortable. He still felt lost, but trying to get straight answers from the nurse was frustrating. The man had retreated to let him eat in peace, promising to come back when Lloyd was finished and he'd had a chance to "clear his head." The teen was just fine with that.
Lunch itself was actually pretty good. He'd gotten a chicken sandwich, and his spirits lifted a little when he saw that there was a brownie with it. It had taken him a minute to figure out the box with juice inside, having never encountered anything like that before, but after that it was easy to just settle down and enjoy his food.
Well, for the most part. Worry for his Dad still ate at him, and he had no idea where any of his friends were. He still felt a little off, too, like some intangible part of him was missing or weakened, but he chalked that up to leftover side effects of whatever it was Yuan had done to him. He was confident that would disappear soon enough, once he finished recovering. He already felt well enough that as soon as he was done eating, he was determined to leave. If his doctor had his things, he'd ask for them first, and maybe he could talk to some of the other people here, see if they knew anything that could help, but one way or another, he needed to find his friends and make sure his Dad was all right.
[To here.]
It was chilly out in the courtyard, making Lloyd glad for the odd but relatively warm clothing he'd found himself in when he woke up. He could have stay inside the building, he knows. His nurse had told him he had a choice of several rooms he could eat his lunch in, if he wanted. The cold felt good, though, and the tree he was sitting against felt solid and comfortable. He still felt lost, but trying to get straight answers from the nurse was frustrating. The man had retreated to let him eat in peace, promising to come back when Lloyd was finished and he'd had a chance to "clear his head." The teen was just fine with that.
Lunch itself was actually pretty good. He'd gotten a chicken sandwich, and his spirits lifted a little when he saw that there was a brownie with it. It had taken him a minute to figure out the box with juice inside, having never encountered anything like that before, but after that it was easy to just settle down and enjoy his food.
Well, for the most part. Worry for his Dad still ate at him, and he had no idea where any of his friends were. He still felt a little off, too, like some intangible part of him was missing or weakened, but he chalked that up to leftover side effects of whatever it was Yuan had done to him. He was confident that would disappear soon enough, once he finished recovering. He already felt well enough that as soon as he was done eating, he was determined to leave. If his doctor had his things, he'd ask for them first, and maybe he could talk to some of the other people here, see if they knew anything that could help, but one way or another, he needed to find his friends and make sure his Dad was all right.
[To here.]
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"Didn't I just say they use an intercom?" he responded impatiently. "You won't be seeing him when he does it. It's probably from some office somewhere."
The last bit was just a guess, but that had always been what he'd imagined for heads of establishments. At the very least, he knew if the man actually showed his face, he'd have a large crowd of very angry patients to content with, so it wasn't much wonder he had yet to encounter him himself.
As for the schedule, he could only shrug. "It looks like there's activities between meals, but I wouldn't know what they are. I haven't been here for a full day yet."
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The Desians... Were these people working with them? Given the cruelties this kid said these people inflicted on their prisoners, they sounded similar. How would he have gotten into their hands, though? Yuan was a Renegade. It didn't make sense for him to hand Lloyd over to someone who was working for his enemies.
Lloyd shook his head. None of this made sense. He felt like there were too many pieces he was missing. Did it really matter, though? Even if it didn't make sense, that didn't change the fact that something had to be done.
The last remark made him blink and look at Kyousuke in surprise. "Really? You sounded like you knew a lot."
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"It's... a system of speakers and mics you can use to communicate between places," he explained with a frown. His tone was uncertain, but less because he didn't know what he was talking about, but more because it was such basic knowledge he wasn't even sure he could describe it properly. That, and he still wasn't sure if this was some prank he was misreading.
Being told he sounded knowledgeable about the place came as surprise too, since as far as he was concerned, it couldn't be farther from the truth. "... Not really. Only what I've seen and heard so far. All the important pieces are missing." That... wasn't pleasant to admit, but it was true, and it was better not to give the wrong impression. Knowing the basics of what was going on didn't amount to much without any hint of the aspects behind them or how to maneuver against them, after all. But it was still reassuring to hear, and could make him feel a little less like he was dragging his feet or wasting his time. ... He wasn't about to admit that out loud, though.
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"I... think I might have seen something like that before, actually," he said slowly. "So it lets you talk to people even if they're not in the same room." The Tower of Mana had had something like that, and the Desians had had it, too. "You still have to go to the same place to use it, though, right? All we have to do is find that place to find the doctor, then." Not knowing all the details didn't mean he couldn't use it to formulate part of a plan.
He smiled a little wryly at the younger boy's admission. "Well, you still know more than me, so that still counts for something." He held out his empty hand. "I'm Lloyd, by the way. Lloyd Irving. What's your name?" He figured they'd been talking long enough that they should introduce themselves.
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"... Not necessarily. Sometimes they can go both ways, but that's the general idea." Whether this particular system did, he had no idea. It didn't seem to, but that didn't completely rule out the possibility, although he couldn't think it made much difference either way.
He snorted at the comparison of their knowledge. Being stacked against someone who hadn't known anything hardly amounted to anything if you asked him, but he did allow a very slight smile. He stared at the hand being offered him for a moment, but ended up shaking it anyway; it wasn't like it was going to hurt anything. "Tsurugi Kyousuke," he returned. Just in time, it seemed, because the nurses were starting to round people up.
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"Tsurugi," he repeated, trying to plant the name firmly in his head. One conversation didn't necessarily make them friends, but it felt good knowing he was on friendly terms with at least one person here.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his own nurse making his way toward him. Damn. He could have used a little more time. Still, maybe now that he knew a little more, he could work around the nurse. He let go of Kyousuke's hand.
"I'll try to let you know if I figure anything out. Thanks, Tsurugi. It was nice meeting you!"