Day 66: Game Room (Fourth Shift)

[knightspirit]

The game room, huh... In normal, everyday life, it wouldn't have sounded too terrible, but as things were, it seemed like more of an annoyance. Games were fine, but priorities.... On the other hand, Kyousuke seemed to have hit a block in figuring out the clues to the the illness, and just thinking without getting anywhere wasn't very productive, either. At this point, it may have been best to push it aside and come back to it fresh. He had his reservations about it, especially since the end of the day was rapidly approaching, but... Frustration wasn't going to get him any closer.

He poked around what games were there with resignation, still half wondering what he was even doing and trying not feel guilty for needing a break. After a while he came across an electronic device marked "Game Boy Color" and picked it up out of curiosity. He'd heard of those before... If he was right, this thing was older than he was, by quite a bit. Flicking it on confirmed his suspicions; the sound and graphics from it spoke for themselves.

Shrugging, he took it a random seat, wincing at the pain in his ribs as he sat down. He guessed it wouldn't kill him to mess around with this thing for a little while.

[Lloyd!]

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[maverickhunterx]

Light scribbles on paper was the response to the man's words, information jotted down in a strange, cryptic shorthand.

As the final words were jotted down, X's hand tightened only a hair around his writing instrument.

"It's disgusting. People aren't toys to play around with; he's not going to get away with this."

He let out a breath; breathing consciously was a strange thing, to notice the feeling of air coming in and out of lungs that he never had before. Fascinating, but altogether foreign and strange...

How did Landel manage to do it? What technology allowed him to take others and place them in bodies like this?

That, like his other questions, could be answered later.

X glanced up, his eyes meeting his companion's.

"And thank you for the information. I'll have to keep an eye out, see what I can find."

He paused.

"My name's X."

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar's eyes narrowed.

"Of course he is going to get away with this. We are powerless against him." He snorted. "The bastard thinks he's a god." That did not mean that he wouldn't get away, though.

"Scar." There was no given indication that 'Scar' was his name, but someone with (somehow) an even less creative name ought to figure it out.

[maverickhunterx]

"Pride always comes before a fall." X sighed, "He'll get careless, or just do something that will compromise his position. It might take time, but he will be brought down."

Glancing up, he gave Scar a acquiescing nod.

"It's nice to meet you. I only wish it was under better circumstances."

Though it was certainly a strange name, but no stranger than his own, he supposed. Rather fitting, actually, considering the large, scar-like mark that marred his face.

Late tag is really late, I'm sorry.

[envy_the_sinners]

"Perhaps." Landel was smart, yes, but he was also proud. Scar's lip curled, the memory of Kimbley's taunting laugh as he transmuted his arm. That bastard's pride had certainly lead to his death.

The Ishbalan did not dwell on the fact that, in the end, Kimbley had won anyway. He couldn't bear to add it to everything else that was piling up.

"These circumstances are preferable to the ones I come from." He had a real bed. Constant food. Compared to the poverty he was used to, this was a damn good deal. Scar liked to think that he could handle the monsters and madmen.