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damned_institute2013-02-17 02:28 pm
envy_the_sinners) wrote in damned_institute2013-02-17 02:28 pm
Day 69: Breakfast
Scar scowled, both relieved and angry that he had woken up once again in his own bed. That lanky man who had become his new roommate on the night of his death was sound asleep one bed over.
This was coming to be the new "normal." It was infuriating.
As always, he begrudgingly followed his nurse into the cafeteria and took a seat. He preferred to file in with the majority of the patients in order to avoid sticking out, but no such luck this morning.
Scar stared at his food rather than starting in on it, despite the newly found appetite that had been lost thanks to that blasted sickness. He had a lot to think about. He hadn't managed to find Frank last night. The damn intercom had beaten him to it. And judging by Tsubaki's reaction to him, he had been out for at least a day's time. How many had noticed? Cared? It couldn't have been many.
But it was the few who did whose detection Scar was desperate to avoid.
[Eddyyyy!]
This was coming to be the new "normal." It was infuriating.
As always, he begrudgingly followed his nurse into the cafeteria and took a seat. He preferred to file in with the majority of the patients in order to avoid sticking out, but no such luck this morning.
Scar stared at his food rather than starting in on it, despite the newly found appetite that had been lost thanks to that blasted sickness. He had a lot to think about. He hadn't managed to find Frank last night. The damn intercom had beaten him to it. And judging by Tsubaki's reaction to him, he had been out for at least a day's time. How many had noticed? Cared? It couldn't have been many.
But it was the few who did whose detection Scar was desperate to avoid.
[Eddyyyy!]
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Among other close blood kin.
Even knowing that he was here, knowing full well he was restored to his human form, Lust was still taken aback upon seeing him. He was tall. Handsome - though Elrics tended to be, she supposed - and whole. There was a goodness in that. For a moment her eyes were full of emotion, but her usual calm poise asserted itself.
Or at least a reasonable attempt at it. So much was nothing but misery, yet here was something good. Something to find joy in.
"Is this what I have to look forward to?" she mused, attempting to sound dry. "Forever being force fed by Elrics?"
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"I'm tired, Alphonse. I'm very tired. But it's nice to see you. You look very well."
She knew he'd understand what she meant.
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It was such a silly saying, but one she had found appropriate more often than she liked in this place. But again was that hurt, that painful thought that Scar couldn't see this. How much he would want to see Alphonse like this...
"How have the nights been for you?"
Because she wasn't going to replay yesterday.
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He shuddered, forcing away the too-familiar memory the attack had dredged up. "I can't say I reacted very intelligently, since the hair grabbing me reminded me so much of--" he cut himself off, glancing up at Lust curiously. He knew the homunculii had a connection to the Gate, somehow, but how much did they know of it themselves?
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She met Alphonse's curious gaze with a mild yet sympathetic one of her own. She had seen it, regardless of what memories were left in her mind of her making, but she didn't make an immediate connection. The attack could have reminded Alphonse of a dozen things, really.
"I sometimes wonder what's the point of even going out at night. Nothing's ever done. Nothing's ever accomplished."
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He smiles a bit. "I know I probably sound naive, but if you have people to rely on and work with, I'd bet it's possible to find a way home again." Hadn't he and Ed traveled after a folk tale for years themselves, with little more than a few rumors to go on?
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That goal had never been on Lust's agenda. She knew most of the prisoners here wanted to return home, but she found she had little desire to. Escape, yes, but this world was just as good as any other. Or so the homunculus supposed.
"There's nothing left for me there."
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Suddenly Al started coughing as something incredibly itchy and thick started to work its way up his throat.
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But Lust knew how much her word was likely to hold. It meant something, that they accepted her honesty for what it was. She frowned when Al began to cough, immediately reaching to thump him on the back. That was what you did, wasn't it, when someone was choking?
"Something caught in your throat?"
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"What in god's name...?"
At least the staff was quick to jump to attention when they were actually needed.
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"My name is Alphonse!" he snapped. "And what do you mean a 'bug', I just threw up hair!"
The nurse shook her head. "Calm down now, dear. You just take it easy today, and make sure you drink plenty of water, okay?"
Al stared at them in utter confusion as they finished cleaning up the mess and walked off, completely oblivious to the fact they were carrying off far more hair than half-digested food.
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"Or see. I don't know if they won't or can't, but that's how it is. Good god, Alphonse, are you alright?"
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But still she frowned. "Did they give you anything last night? A shot or pills or anything like that?" Lust knew that when drugs were administered, effects lasted into the day. It wasn't very common, but it was the only thing she could think to explain what had just happened!
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He takes a long drink of his juice, still not sure he wanted to eat anything more. "I just hope that's all of whatever it got inside of me..."
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Usually. But was there any sort of standard one could hold this place to? Lust doubted that, upon consideration.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
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