Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

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Scar felt cold and sick, though more the latter than the former. As he rose from his bed, he didn't quite know which way was up, and the artificial light coming from overhead seemed as hot and as blinding as the Ishbal sun.

His head hurt, but that was nothing new. After all, the last thing he remembered from the night before was fighting a homunculus off of Lust and then having a conversation about events best left forgotten. The man hadn't been his brother. He just hadn't. And if what Lust had said they'd done to her was true...

Scar stood with shakiness that he wanted to attribute more to a bizarrely weakened physical state than a mental one. Had he been knocked out by some kind of lurking monster before the morning had come? He felt as if he had been out for days, being a veteran of such circumstances, though as he took the practiced role of being an obedient follower behind the nurse and orderlies that came for him, it didn't seem as if much had changed.

This place was probably just playing tricks on him again, and he was tired of being the man left out of the loop. He grabbed some food he didn't really care for and sat down, not seeing anyone he knew already seated. On one hand, he wished he had someone to talk to, and on the other, it scared him that he was no longer used to being alone.

He dug his fork into his food and tried to block out any related thought.

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[31st-of-china.livejournal.com]

Haku. The one that the monk couldn't be sure was a girl or boy, but it looked like the question had just been answered. Sanzo had only spoken with him once, but the encounter had been one of the least painful ones here.

Sanzo wouldn't have pegged Haku for the enterprising sort. But the kid seemed intelligent enough, and it was the smart thing to do.

Tachibana was looking at him for an answer.

"I've been here for nearly two weeks." Two weeks that he could've been making progress west. "I know well enough that any attempts to escape during the day will fail: I tried shooting the orderlies with a gun earlier and the bullet swerved to avoid them."

[beloved-less.livejournal.com]

"He's cute," Soubi said with a surprised smile. he was no Ritsuka but he was a perfect example of androgyny, even with the scars.

"Thank you," he said, nodding to the man and taking them. He rolled his fingers over them as he put them into his pocket, unable to stop himself from lifting his hand to his face and inhaling the scent.
It had only been last night since his last. As far as he knew.

"So there's some sort of spell system here? Does it mess with time?"

[faithful-dog.livejournal.com]

"That is the theory," Naoe offered to Soubi's questions. "It must be something. A man that I knew from before seems to think that he is from a different time than me, and I tend to believe him." Of course it was only a few months difference, but it was still enough to cause Naoe concern. "There also seems to be some kind of spell in place to stop our varied abilities." He seemed slightly unconcerned about all these things. His tone was conversational, as if they were talking about the weather.

[31st-of-china.livejournal.com]

So the time lapse was more wide-spread than he thought. Sanzo had just thought it had affected Hakkai and Goku somehow.

"A spell is possible. Or a barrier that dampens them while we're within the boundaries." That one seemed the most efficient... if the Head Doctor had anything to directly do with it. It was also possible that this area already had those qualities and he'd swooped in to capitilize on them.

Still, it bothered him now that he'd had it confirmed. Had they really been pulled from different times, or just had memories erased? Because tampering with the memories and wiping them didn't explain Hakkai and his memories of Hazel.

Then there was that visitor he'd gotten earlier, the one who looked and acted and felt exactly like his dead master. And if they were able to pull people from different time periods, that very well could have been the real Koumyou.

Sanzo's mouth tightened.

Had they really found a way to bring back people from the dead?

[beloved-less.livejournal.com]

Well then. People were willing to speak of strange things in his presence. It was strange enough that these men reacted so easily to the idea of spells and magic, despite having no striking energy. Neither of them were fighters.

But they also believed there was a separation in time.
"Do you believe there are other worlds then?" he asked.