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damned_institute2013-01-09 11:02 pm
dividedby) wrote in damned_institute2013-01-09 11:02 pm
Day 68: Recreational Field (Second Shift)
Despite Zero's earlier fit of (mostly internal) anger, it felt good to get some food in his stomach after going without since yesterday's lunch. He felt even better about how he had managed to avoid a certain former blue robot's attention for an entire shift - though he figured his luck was bound to run out very quickly as far as that was concerned. There were only so many people in this place and it wasn't like he was allowed to roam anywhere he wanted. Still, he would continue trying to awkwardly avoid his friend for as long as possible. Maybe he wasn't ill anymore and maybe it wasn't the right thing to do, but...until he figured out how to start a conversation with someone he'd literally taken a chunk out of the night before... How to apologize, and how to scold him for blatantly ignoring Zero's warnings...
(Either way, he wouldn't let it keep him from checking the bulletin board...even if there didn't seem to be much on there this morning. Hmm. Unusual.)
Otherwise... It seemed he was expected to go outside today. 'Vent some frustrations', the head lunatic said. Hmph. Good job being completely unsubtle. There was that flash of anger again - but by now, his ability to control said anger was becoming strong enough to prevent it from bothering him for more than a few minutes. That was good; he didn't need to waste his energy being too easily upset over words. Words couldn't make him bleed like half of the things that happened at night did. What he should be doing was taking advantage of the situation he had. The field would give him space to flex his muscles, help him train himself physically, prepare for whatever tonight might throw at him... Yes, that was what he needed to do. Train. And all he truly needed to worry about while doing that was not stressing his bandaged right arm, which needed to heal quickly more than anything.
Right. Once he managed to separate himself from his nurse (who was still worrying and fussing over his continued silence toward her) and once he'd scanned his surroundings to make sure that one particular face was nowhere to be seen, Zero began to wander across the grass, contemplating how he should go about this training. Maybe start with a light run around the field, to test his stamina....that sounded good.
[Harpuia and X!]
(Either way, he wouldn't let it keep him from checking the bulletin board...even if there didn't seem to be much on there this morning. Hmm. Unusual.)
Otherwise... It seemed he was expected to go outside today. 'Vent some frustrations', the head lunatic said. Hmph. Good job being completely unsubtle. There was that flash of anger again - but by now, his ability to control said anger was becoming strong enough to prevent it from bothering him for more than a few minutes. That was good; he didn't need to waste his energy being too easily upset over words. Words couldn't make him bleed like half of the things that happened at night did. What he should be doing was taking advantage of the situation he had. The field would give him space to flex his muscles, help him train himself physically, prepare for whatever tonight might throw at him... Yes, that was what he needed to do. Train. And all he truly needed to worry about while doing that was not stressing his bandaged right arm, which needed to heal quickly more than anything.
Right. Once he managed to separate himself from his nurse (who was still worrying and fussing over his continued silence toward her) and once he'd scanned his surroundings to make sure that one particular face was nowhere to be seen, Zero began to wander across the grass, contemplating how he should go about this training. Maybe start with a light run around the field, to test his stamina....that sounded good.
[Harpuia and X!]
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Withdrawing his hand, Sechs glared down at the grass with a hint of hesitance on his face. "Well..." The Replica sighed, feeling his effort to encourage his ally slip away with his exhaled breath. "I don't know yet. I told somebody about the flower yesterday and I got to the greenhouse to look for it but..." Frowning, Sechs grabbed a handful of grass and crushed them into a pulp within his fist. "The damn staff here stopped me and I've been out of it until this morning..."
Letting out another huff of frustration, Sechs shook his head and moved his focus from the grass and back up to Link. "But the flowers have to be there! Why would that floating Baptist guy with the mask show us all those bugs flying over here?" Not letting his doubt get the better of him, Sechs returned his determined glare towards the direction of the greenhouse. "We still have a good chance at beating Landel at his own game!"
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Link's drive certainly wasn't gone. It never was. He was just frustrated beyond belief. Frustrated and sad. He was used to the difficult puzzle that came with places like this, but not the grave consequences of slowness.
"But that will be the first thing to do, tonight. If it's a trap, let them come. I've a sword, now."