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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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"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!"