damned_institute | DAY 26: Men's Showers (Second Shift)

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DAY 26: Men's Showers (Second Shift)

Gluttony didn't want to leave his Lust, not after he'd just found her! But the mean tasty nurses said he had to. "You can't join her in the women's showers" was a bad excuse. He didn't like the mean tasty nurses. Maybe Lust would let him eat them later. Still, he knew he would see his Lust again, and that was good. He liked Lust. She was good and beautiful and smart and kind. Why did they have to take him away from his Lust?

Still, he would see her again. And she would tell him it was okay to eat the tasty nurses, and that would be good. His new friend liked eating people, too. That made him happy to find a friend who shared a love for eating people. Today was a very good day.

As he entered the showers, he stood under a shower head and opened his mouth wide to drink up the water. It wasn't as good as eating people, or eating waffles that didn't scream when he bit into them so weren't nearly as good as eating people, but it was still swallowing something, and that made him feel better.

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Robin jumped back as the man raised his voice. His eyebrows had retreated up his forehead and his eyes were wide. But then he smiled a little.

"Woah there. Easy now," he said, softly, "we all have reason to be upset, but falling prey to our emotions and missing out of the upside wont help us. I have no doubt we'll escape."
Robin seemed very sure of this. And he was. Times had always seemed hard, but the faith he had in King and Country helped him go on.

This guy seemed to have so little hope. Robin could understand his concern for loved ones (although at least he knew where they were!), but it had never seemed like a bad idea to find the silver lining.
"Where are you from?" he asked, curiously. Maybe it would explain a thing or two about the fellow.

It took several moments of breathing and the attempt to grip calm thoughts before Barret's rage burned to a low simmer. The guy meant no real harm, and obviously had a different way of thinking when it came to the establishment. He wanted to think of the glass half full, so be it. Didn't mean he had to like it.

"A World called Gaia. You familiar with it? Midgar, Edge, Junon? Any o' those places ring a bell?" He was struggling to keep his voice from reflecting the temper he was trying to keep in check, attempting to distract himself by using the mashed bits of soap in his hands to continue with the lathering process.

Robin was quite relieved that the man seemed to have calmed down. Big guys could be great fun, but Lord help you if they got angry. Of course, Robin couldn't blame a person for being a little uptight around here. And from the man's words, he'd gathered that the guy was actually quite caring and simply concerned about the safety of his friends. And that was a good, honourable thing.

"I'm afraid not. I'm from... England. A long time ago. And a little different from what most people seemed to have assumed. But Gaia's a beautiful name for a place. Is it nice there?"
Robin figured it must be if the man couldn't appreciate the finer aspects of Landels. Speaking of which... he was sorely tempted to offer his own soap to replaced the mashed up one in the man's hands. But people seemed so tense in the showers. And, well, explosive.

Barret heaved a heavy sigh at the query, running his lathered hands over the cornrows of his head, "Gaia's the planet. And the planet, last I was there, had all sorts of fucked up problems. But I guess things could be worse. I'd rather be there than here," he admitted, allowing the shower heads' running current to rinse him off in waves.

"England, huh? Ain't surprised. All different types of worlds and people from different times are running around this joint. You wanna go back, or are ya content with this lap 'o luxury...?" The last statement had a bit of venom to it.

"A whole planet, you say? I met a woman from another planet. Fascinating stuff," he said, shaking his head slowly in amazement at it all. "We haven't yet found the edge of the Earth! My home had problems too. Though things are looking up now the King has returned."

Robin didn't miss the venom at all. But it took a whole lot more to put him off, his enthusiasm always won.
"I plan to steal what knowledge I can and take it home. I've got a beautiful wife waiting for me, you know. I can't wait to tell her about all this. Torches. Fantastic, aren't they? Food shall be my first mission, of course. Recipes are quick and easy enough to learn. And then the 'plooming' system. All this clean water indoors! I suppose you had all this already?" he asked, grinning.

The grin vanished for a split second when he noticed the metal arm. It was replaced by a half smile and a lot of staring. he leaned in a little. The arm really was metal. The actual arm ended and metal replaced it. How on earth it did that, Robin didn't know.
"Are you human?" he asked, seriously. Somebody had spoken of being machinery of some sort.

His demeanor visibly eased a little when he mentioned having a wife, as well as describing what he intends to do with the knowledge found. At least he couldn't be too content there if he had a woman back home waiting for him. It was good he was so positive when it came to escape, when the reality of it seemed rather bleak. He admired him for it, seeing a small likeness in their personalities. Neither was prepared to give up.

Though when he mentioned 'plooming'.... "That'd be 'plumbing' I think ya mean. You sayin' there ain't no plumbin' back where you from?"

The guy's next question caught him a little off guard. He looked down at his arm, flexed the metal phalanges, and grinned, "Naw, I'm human. You can call this an extension of my rage and vengeance." He chuckled, shaking his head at all the memories it caused to suddenly rush back, "You think this is impressive...this place somehow took away the technology used for me to transform this baby into massive cannon, or a gun. If I had it, hell, nightshift would be a hell of a lot easier."

"Ah! That's the one. Plumbing. Yes. Very clever. The most we have is a hole down the box so the, err, excrement can leave the building. And that's only in castles... The rest of the time we have all sorts. Holes. Buckets... Actually, that's about it. But that's another thing. Where does the...stuff go- when it's gone?"

Robin certainly was impressed.
"Your rage and vengeance, eh? All I got was a Knighthood," he laughed. "You've lost me at cannons and guns, though, I'm afraid. I bet it's still handy though!"

Holes? Buckets? Even though most of his planet had indoor plumbing, you didn't always have that luxury when out on the road, camping in random spots because you were swamped with exhaustion. Still, this told him that this guy clearly wasn't from a time that technology was so kind to grant such luxuries. Aside from a world gap, there was a significant time gap, which allowed him to understand just why he would think of this place as a blessing in disguise. Deep.

It also explained why guns and cannons were lost on him. There was a lot to explain to the man if he were to get him to understand anything about his world, though he didn't feel comfortable doing so in a shower...naked.

Reaching for a towel after flipping off the spray, he wound the material around his waist, tucking in the corner as he gave a look to the stranger, "It's a bittersweet gift, this thing here," he glanced to the metallic masterpiece, "had it not been for a certain government based faction and my own short-sightedness, I wouldn't have it. But if ya think of what me and my crew have gone through to save our world, I guess it was worth it." He grinned with pride suddenly, "I may not be able to transform my baby into a vessel of death and bullets, but I sure can lay the smackdown on some punk bitch with it."

When the man put a towel around himself, Robin remembered his first reactions to finding he had no fur. He felt a little judged. This was probably how all the uptight men in the showers felt all the time, so aware of their bodies and so dependent on clothes. Robin followed suit.

"You see? There's always a little good somewhere, when when things go bad," he said, obviously feeling that his approval of Landels might make sense now. "...'lay the smackdown on some punk bitch'..>" he asked, slowly. "I have absolutely no idea what that means, but it certainly sounds like fun." He was a little afraid of asking for things to be explained after the 'Douche' incident.

"You know anything about acquiring weapons around here?"

Barret managed a brief smile. He was amused by his innocent ignorance to what was common in his world. This guy was being thrown face first into a time frame he knew nothing about. Some people were obviously better off than others. While none of them had a great clue of how to get back home, this individual before him seemed to be at a greater disadvantage for his lack of knowledge of the general era they were in. He kinda felt sorry for him.

"Glad someone around here is stayin' optimistic," he remembered that was usually Tifa's role. He was suddenly concerned for her well being, but instantly assured himself she was a capable woman...she had to be ok.

He stared at the man before laughing at his admittance to not understanding the slang, "It is, and when the time comes you ought to try it sometime. All it means is beatin' someone up. Knockin' 'em out. Kickin' their ass." Wallace was mildly surprised with himself that he had this much patience with the stranger, but his presence seemed to have a calming effect on him. Plus, he seemed like he needed someone on his side.

Now he was getting strategic. At least this gentleman's head went back on track to the most urgent goal at hand, "Can't say I do. Ain't had much luck findin' much of anything around this shithole, but I heard some others have had some luck. Guess only thing we can count on is scoutin' and gettin' lucky enough to find somethin' useful and not get our head taken off in the process."

"Ah, you've got to," Robin shrugged. There'd been a time when it wasn't very easy so hopeful, but as time got on it just became his nature. Not that he'd ever been a particular sour young boy. He'd just had a hard time when the world suddenly changed around him. Of course, this time the world had changed (and a whole lot more) it had been easier to deal with.

"So you continue to beat them even when they're unconscious?" he asked, surprised. That didn't seem a very noble thing to do. Once they were unable to harm you, they ought to be left alone! He shook his head and tutted. But the smile crept through. "What's your name?" He liked this guy. Even if he was a bit gruff and angry. He probably came from a world where this was normal, maybe a world harsher than Robin's.

"I was under the impression there was some sort of...secret Blacksmith," he sighed. "I could really do with a sword. And then I agreed to give archery lessons to a young lad, whatever good it'd do here."
Robin pulled himself up straight, his grin had returned. "It just to happens I'm quite the scout! And runner!"

Barret frowned, "Nah man, I ain't sayin' beatin' 'em even though they down, though that is a sure way to make sure they stay down depending on who your opponent is. What I said was just...different phrases all meanin' the same thing; beat 'em till they go down," he chuckled a little at the miscommunication. "Barret Wallace, although you might hear the staff callin' me by my fake name, Lawrence Fisher..." and how he hated it...

The mention of a secret Blacksmith jogged his memory, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what he was trying to recall from a conversation close to his first few days at the Institute with his one night stand, "I think I remember hearin' something about people round here who can do kind of a form of magic and science...I just can't remember what they're called. You met up with this guy yet?"

"Oh I see!" he laughed. That was much better.
"I'm Robin Hood," he said, with a little bow because he was feeling in the mood for it. "I forget what they call me. Ross Reynard, I think it is." It was nice to say his name and not expect the usual reaction he got here. Although... it would be nice to brag a little more. He had to find Miss Rukia and talk to her.

"I haven't yet, I'm afraid. I know a young lad with a sword by him though. It's an impressive piece of work. I'm also under the impression he needs the materials..." Robin said, eying up the pipes and showers heads.

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