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damned_institute2007-07-15 05:47 am
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Night 25: Intercom, Early Night
With a crackle, the intercom came back on, and with a boom, the Head Doctor began to laugh into the microphone, his mouth so close that his breath rasped out of the speakers. Finally, he spoke, with one word that seemed to mean more than he let on.
"Doyleton."
Another chuckle, this time only slightly more sane as Doctor Martin Landel seemed to fall into the plush chair of his office.
"It's a place nearby, and you might be seeing it soon, though I'm not sure if you want to." He sighed, and one could almost picture him running his hand through hair that was usually tidy. "A field trip, you could call it, to one of the last heavens left on this Earth, as artificial as it might be. Yes, this Earth, not your Gaia, Expel, Ivalice, Auldrant, Radiant Garden, or--God, whatever the hell else you people call your ridiculous playtime lands.
"In any case, this is all you know now, and this is all you will know, and perhaps, in a month or so, it will be all that you have known."
A pause.
"Heh. Our first group of patients to be introduced tonight seems to have finally arrived. We'll see what they think of your personal hell. Who knows? Maybe they'll try to exploit you for information under the guise of making friends. But no matter. This will all be over, someday."
With another rasp and a sharp crackle, the intercom slowly died to silence once more.
"Doyleton."
Another chuckle, this time only slightly more sane as Doctor Martin Landel seemed to fall into the plush chair of his office.
"It's a place nearby, and you might be seeing it soon, though I'm not sure if you want to." He sighed, and one could almost picture him running his hand through hair that was usually tidy. "A field trip, you could call it, to one of the last heavens left on this Earth, as artificial as it might be. Yes, this Earth, not your Gaia, Expel, Ivalice, Auldrant, Radiant Garden, or--God, whatever the hell else you people call your ridiculous playtime lands.
"In any case, this is all you know now, and this is all you will know, and perhaps, in a month or so, it will be all that you have known."
A pause.
"Heh. Our first group of patients to be introduced tonight seems to have finally arrived. We'll see what they think of your personal hell. Who knows? Maybe they'll try to exploit you for information under the guise of making friends. But no matter. This will all be over, someday."
With another rasp and a sharp crackle, the intercom slowly died to silence once more.
Room M75
Blue eyes snapped open, casting the wall Cloud Strife was facing in an eerie blue glow for a moment before the illumination settled normally again. His golden eyebrows drew together in confusion as the vision before him contrasted vastly with what he thought should have been.
I died… Aeris sent me back….
Slowly pushing himself up on his elbow, he looked around the room that he was stationed in. The room was completely foreign to him, and he noted quickly that his normal attire was gone and replaced. His First Tsurugi was missing as well. In fact, all of his normal possessions were absent, which helped to cast the feeling of wrongness on his senses.
He touched his face to make certain that at least one aspect was the same. His fingers moved over his features slowly before rising, and he was at least certain of his appearance if his hair was any measure of rightness. At least he could be confident in one aspect of wherever he had been placed.
Sitting up, he scratched the back of his head and looked around his room. There was another bed, a desk at the end of both and what appeared to be a shared dresser. His clothing appeared to be starkly gray, and it reminded him terribly of boot camp.
This had better not be Boot Camp again.