Day 66: Sun Room (4th shift)

[gald_digger]

Anise was glad that Barnaby had gotten back to her. Now she could meet him and hopefully learn something about the weird illness they had.

She didn’t want to look like a mess in front of the man, though, so she first made a stop in the washroom by the Sun Room to clean herself up a bit. She washed her hands and face, and fixed her pigtails, which had been looking a bit messy. There was no hiding the large rash that covered her hand and arm, even with a long-sleeved shirt, but she made herself look as presentable as possible.

With that finished, she returned to the Sun Room and stood where she was sure she’d be seen. Once she met up with Barnaby, they could probably take off to a more secluded part of the room for their talk. As cheerful and pleasant as she had been on the bulletin, this probably wasn’t going to be a very fun conversation.

[for Barnaby!]

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[no_dont_go]

"Mnn." Even if he hadn't been brainwashed, it was likely other things had happened to Sasuke. And it wasn't bound to be anything good. Aigis was not very imaginative, but she knew the dangers this place posed. It wasn't hard to guess what might have kept him away.

Aigis perked up at mentions of the infection. Now that was an interesting tidbit. "So, others have actually tried the surgery..." She shouldn't have been surprised. She had been interested in the idea, and there were several more people here far more impetuous than herself.

The offer to handle the surgery himself, though retracted immediately, was somewhat surprising. Aigis glanced up at Aidou's eyes, her gaze softening. "I understand, Aidou-san. And... I greatly appreciate that you would offer, even if it is not possible with your nature."

She never would have thought to ask Aidou of all people to help with a surgery. It was just absurd, but... still, he had offered. He was honestly much too kind. A kinder soul than she would ever had imagined.

"You needn't worry about tonight, though. I shall likely be staying in my room..." She felt it best to tell him her plans, since he had shown her enough kindness to worry about her. Aigis didn't think she would have the energy to do much in the night, let alone find a way to extract the device in her stomach.

"How are you doing? Have you been able to eat lately?" The question was an earnest one. He had preyed on the patients before but she hadn't heard of any recent surprise attacks. Surely he had a source of blood somewhere...

[idolism]

"According to the bulletin, yes," he answered. Talking about the details of the surgeries was certainly less discomforting than discussing his capability or incapability of performing one for Aigis.

It was exactly what Landel wanted--emotion, extreme measures, panicked thinking. All because a handful of experimentation victims twinged one's sympathies. The oldest trick in the book, that. Playing on sympathy.

He lifted his shoulders in a shrug, acknowledging her thanks silently. "Staying in might be best if the symptoms are progressing," he said in response to her explanation. "I can check in on you again early on." Naturally, Aigis saw fit to turn the subject back onto him with little to no preamble, however. Although the question was an innocuous one, it still made him feel somewhat ill-at-ease, as if he himself were another sick prisoner that needed checking on because of his "condition."

To some, maybe he was. Landel's didn't exactly offer a dignified environment for vampires to thrive.

"I'm as fine as ever." He suspected some of his discomfort extended out of the fact that he hadn't been eating; he knew telling as much to Aigis would likely only get her into a tizzy. "Don't worry, I haven't been rampaging in the halls."