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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Hadn't thought people had been able to master traveling through space? Traveling between worlds had become so natural to Demyx now, that someone having a problem grasping the whole concept was hard to for Demyx to understand. Well, he couldn't exactly explain how it worked for him either, but if he was capable of doing it then why question the mechanics?

Either way, it sounded like Mewtwo was talking a bit to himself there, so Demyx decided to go ahead and answer his next question. "They unlock the doors to our rooms after dinner, and after that freaky doctor guy comes on the intercom. ...I don't really like listening to him." It was strange hearing his voice during the day as well. Quite different than the doctor's 'night' self. "That's when you can go out. But then there are monsters. We met up with one last night, a woman. She set a huge wall of fire on us. My friend ended up bailing me out in the end."

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Mewtwo was still as he listened to Demyx's words, facing forward but with his eyes slanted towards Demyx. Whomever ran this... institute was more sadistic and cruel than even Giovanni, the man who ordered his creation. At the same time, he could see that nighttime was the time where everyone seemed to be attempt to escape.

He took note of the 'monster' that Demyx was describing, but it sounded more like a human with... powers. Was it possible for a human to have powers like a Pokémon. Perhaps the monsters were imported from another planet, like he was.

"So these monsters have special abilities and we do not? It sounds more like the leader of this place wishes to kill us." It didn't make any logical sense to Mewtwo, but perhaps the person in charge here just wasn't a logical thinker.

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"That sounds about right," Demyx said with a sigh. "Maybe they do want to kill us. Man, I really don't want to go through that again..."

It was out of his mouth before he could think about it, so he quickly moved onto another subject. "It seems like some kind of bad game. You know, taking our powers and trying to see how long we can survive without them. How did I ever end up in this place...?" Well, he guessed it couldn't be helped. Many of the other organization members, and the superiors, had ended up here before him, so it really was only a matter of time. Though, there was also that one issue of him being here before.

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Unfortunately for Demyx, Mewtwo's hearing was still sharp and he caught Demyx's slip. That subject seemed a little interesting, if not a little personal. But Mewtwo could care less about those human notions of privacy and such.

"Again?" Mewtwo asked, knowing that Demyx would know what he was referring to. Did he simply mean that he had attempts on his life before, or...

No, that was impossible. Nobody could revive the dead.

"A game. Perhaps so." Interestingly enough, Mewtwo himself had done the same thing. Stripping the clones of their enhanced powers and sending them to fight to the death. He knew now that it was wrong, but he did have something to prove with the act. Could the person here be trying to do the same thing?

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Ulp! Oh no, he had caught it? Oh great, what was Demyx supposed to do now? Well, there was no problem talking to one person about it, right? Just this once...

"Well..." But how to approach this? To be honest, Demyx wasn't entirely sure if it had really happened anymore. Though, he guessed having been turned into a nobody once, he was more open to the idea of 'coming back from the dead,' so to speak. Although, being turned into a nobody wasn't much like that at all.

"See, I've already died once. I have no idea how I came back here, alive. That's the strangest thing about this place, I guess. I should be dead." Not that Demyx was really complaining. Although, being alive in this place wasn't he best option either.