Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

[right-handed.livejournal.com]

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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[for-marian.livejournal.com]

"I can simply add your name to mine when I confirm that I will be joining them tonight, if you like." Leon smiled slightly, knowing his magnanimity would only make Gremio feel worse. "And there was another group of interest, that claims to be able to make weapons somehow. I put my name on the considerable waiting list, but I don't know what sort of weapon you prefer to use, so I could not add your name."

[axe-of-oath.livejournal.com]

Wow. That was... oddly generous of Leon. Gremio smiled a little, nodding his head. "I would... appreciate that. Thank you."

A group that could make weapons, though? He wondered how they could do that, in a place like this. He doubted a mental hospital would have much in the way of resources. But still, that was something he'd need to look into as well. He knew he wouldn't be able to get his axe back here. But he felt far, far too vulnerable without any weapon at his side.

[for-marian.livejournal.com]

"But as I do not know if we will see each other again today, you would do best to check the board yourself, for updates on when and where to meet. Remember, the code is 'Arts and Crafts.' The leader is one Hitsugaya, I believe it said. The weapon post is also on the same board, also in code--they speak of replicas of weapons seen in dreams. They also apparently sometimes use the code 'cooking' to refer to the making of such weapons." Which in itself was interesting to Leon--the art of cooking, in his world, was a vital skill, as the best dishes could restore life and health in a most remarkable way. That the food here seemed to only sate hunger was rather disappointing, but not all that surprising, in retrospect.