Day 69: Breakfast

[envy_the_sinners]

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!]

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[complicatedliar]

"Ah, I see. Interesting." If Soushi was hoping for some kind of tell from Loki, he was destined to be disappointed. There was nothing but that same curiosity, all the way through. "From whence comes the non-human blood, then? Frost giant? Dark elf? You're a bit tall for dwarf. Wolfrider?" Of course, he already knew the answer Soushi had told Castiel, but was curious to see if there'd be a lie thrown in.

[ever_loyal_dog]

Though he'd admitted his demonic ancestry to one other, the man hadn't asked so far as what type he fell under. Lingormr seemed to know the right questions to ask. Knowledge was power indeed. He forced himself to relax, even slightly, as he unfolded his hands in order to polish the plasticware with his napkin.

"A fox demon. The nine-tails specifically," he said evenly. "I am not certain it translates through so many worlds and cultures, but I believe the creature you're looking for is called Kyuubi."

[complicatedliar]

"Ah..." Loki nodded as if he knew precisely what those were. Though he could imagine - he'd run across shapeshifters before, though not specifically foxes. This would require a bit more research. And it was in line with the more legendary qualities of foxes as creatures of cunning. "I always did rather like foxes," he murmured, almost to himself.

"Surprising, that the ability worked so well here. But it is nice to have some sort of defense, to be certain." He tilted his head. "So I take it your forms are not just limited to a human of flexible age."

[ever_loyal_dog]

Soushi's smile widened at the comment, though it was just as friendly and good-natured as it had been the night before. While he didn't make a habit of outright lying (most of the time he simply didn't see a point), he had no problems withholding certain truths if it suited him. Lingormr, unfortunately made that rather difficult with how precise his questions had been.

"Is it? I was under the impression that many had certain abilities at their disposal here," he commented, setting down the clean plastic spoon and moving to the fork.

"As for the other, I have not made attempts here, so I cannot answer with any amount of certainty."

[complicatedliar]

"Sometimes so, sometimes no," Loki remarked. "And even what abilities exist are rather... restricted."

He dissected a bit of pineapple. "Well, do be careful when you try it out. As you saw last night, things have gotten rather messy and I imagine people are... jumpy." He nibbled a shredded bit of the fruit. "But do let me know. I'd be interested."

He looked curiously at Soushi. "Ah, and I assume you've ascertained that the girl for whom you were looking is not here?"

[ever_loyal_dog]

Restricted, yes, he'd thought as much when he wasn't able to transform himself into his true form when night fell. Though apparently he could still change his age if it suited him.

"I shall have to look into it," he nodded once. Thus far, Lingormr had proved a valuable resource. If he continued to stay in the man's favor, perhaps he might find more information.

The second question was enough to startle an honest reaction from him. Ririchiyo. The tight feeling in his chest returned as strong as ever. Though the smile returned a moment later, it didn't quite reach his downcast eyes.

"I must thank you for your kindness in sharing your contact, Lady Tsubaki-sama, but unfortunately she had not heard from my master. Ririchiyo-sama is not among the patients. I am certain we would have found her by now were that the case," he replied. Soushi still held suspicions that she might be among the creatures that walked the halls at night, but even that hope was beginning to fade.

[complicatedliar]

"I had suspected as much, but you have my sympathies nonetheless. This is a most unpleasant prison, for all it is wrapped up in a nice appearance at times."

He poked at a bit of melon with his fork. "Are you a rather uncertain warrior, like myself? Since you seemed more content to hide..."

[ever_loyal_dog]

"I am undeserving of such kind words, but I thank you," he replied softly. Lingormr's sympathy might have been merely a formality, but real or not, it was probably the kindest thing he'd heard since his arrival.

The turn in conversation gave him a moment's pause though, as he considered the question. An uncertain warrior? Perhaps that was so. He could be certain of nothing without his master present. Prior to working with Ririchiyo, he'd had no inclination to throw himself into harm's way unless there was some sort of profit in it. He would fight for her and her happiness without hesitation or concern for his own well-being.

"I do not wish to fight or die in any needless battles," he explained.

[complicatedliar]

"A laudable attitude, from my point of view. Though many here seem quite fond of charging into battle." He snorted. "Let them, I suppose."

[ever_loyal_dog]

From what he'd observed thus far, it seemed there were hardly any battles, more like predator and prey or victims before slaughter. The ghostly woman from last night had been much the same. They had no way to fight her, only the hope that if they ran fast enough, they might escape her malice.

"Certainly. Battle will not be what wins this game," he agreed, though his smile gave away a bit less than the snort from his companion. "Were that the case, I am sure more would have escaped long ago. It's a pity so few patients understand that."