damned_institute | Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

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Day 26: Cafeteria, Lunch

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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"No, sorry," Demyx found himself apologizing. It looked like he had made the guy angry for some reason. He wondered why. Just because he didn't know what a Pokémon was?

Demyx frowned as well when the guy asked him where he was from. He didn't really want to disclose that kind of information. He wasn't entirely sure what to say anyway. When you were a nobody, you weren't really 'from' anywhere, since you had no place to belong. He guessed the castle maybe, but... "I guess I'm just from far away. But this place doesn't seem to have 'Pokémon' either." Demyx still didn't know what that was.

"I see." Mewtwo didn't question him further. The man didn't seem to want to tell him anything more, but it seemed that there were no Pokémon (other than himself, for the moment) here, and there were none where this man came from.

Peculiar. Mewtwo just knew that it was impossible for Pokémon to not exist in any area of the planet. There were native Pokémon who lived on top of Mt. Quena, one of the most uninhabitable areas of the land.

"A Pokémon is a creature like me, who lives alongside of humans or in the wild. There are many species, well over four hundred, and they possess many different powers. It is hard to believe that there is a place where Pokémon cannot live, as they thrive in areas that human hands cannot touch."

Mewtwo felt that he should explain for the man's benefit. What harm would come of it? Besides, the other man asked.

"So, I'll assume that you didn't look human when you were a... Pokémon, right?" If looked like this, then that would mean there was no difference between humans and Pokémon...s? From what this guy was saying, there was a difference.

"Well, maybe it's not that Pokémon can't live here, but that they just... don't." Alright, that sounded awkward even to Demyx. But it was the only way he could really explain it. "We're all from different places so, uhh, not all of them are going to have the same things." Nope, still awkward.

"Correct." Mewtwo frowned again at the reminder that he no longer looked the same. Perhaps the limiting of his powers was done simply by changing his appearance. After all, some changes had to be done to his DNA to change his species.

The notion that Pokémon simply didn't ... live in this place was something Mewtwo simply couldn't understand. The problem is that Pokémon were everywhere. How could they not... be here?

"You are telling me that there are places where Pokémon do not live?" Mewtwo asked. The stranger actually was getting to some point, but he wasn't explaining himself well. "Strange. I thought they had covered the whole planet, but perhaps they do not."

"What did you look like?" Demyx was genuinely curious now. If he wasn't human-like, then what could he be, exactly?

Umm, he wasn't entirely understanding what Demyx was saying. He should have figured. He wasn't very good at explaining. "Well, yeah. There are no Pokémon where I'm from, at all." Which led to his next point. "Well... haven't you thought that maybe you're not on the same planet you came from?" It wasn't a foreign concept to Demyx at all, considering he moved between worlds pretty freely. Too bad he couldn't seem to leave this one. It sounded like it was the same for the rest of the organization.

What did he look like? Mewtwo glanced at his hands, flexing his fingers. They still looked strange to him, as he was used to his three-fingered hands. But there was no way he could really describe himself to the man, even if the man did know what Pokémon were. He barely resembled Mew, the one whom he was cloned from, but most humans didn't even know what Mew looked like.

"I do... did not look normal, even by Pokémon standards," Mewtwo finally decided on. "I was cloned from a Pokémon and enhanced, so I am actually quite monstrous in my true form."

Any more talk about what he looked like was promptly set aside and ignored as the man pointed out that he might not have been on the same planet as he was. That thought was... impossible, to say the least.

The Pokémon just stared at the man blankly, looking for a lie. Any trace of a lie. But he either was a good liar or he was telling the truth, and Mewtwo was really suspecting the latter.

"Another planet?"

Clone, huh? Demyx could identify with that somewhat. Being a nobody was different, of course, but... he wasn't the same as his somebody. It sounded about the same for this guy. Maybe it was because of this that he decided to give the man his name. "I'm Demyx, by the way."

This guy seemed completely baffled by the idea of another planet. Was it really that strange? "Well, yeah. There are tons of planets where I'm from too. So I thought this could be one of those." He shrugged. "It's definitely not the world I came from."

Introductions never crossed Mewtwo's mind, but since this man volunteered his strange name, Mewtwo reciprocated with his equally strange name.

"I am Mewtwo." He thought more about what Demyx was telling him. Different... planets. He sounded so casual about it, there was no way he could be lying. Demyx sounded too comfortable with the idea that he had been taken to another world and imprisoned against his own will.

Perhaps Demyx was truly insane. But Mewtwo knew that this could not be true; after all, what was a Pokémon, albeit a modified one, doing in a human mental institution. The thought that Mewtwo himself was possibly insane didn't cross his mind once.

"So this is a world different from my own. From your own. Interesting. I didn't think that humans had been able to master traveling through space," Mewtwo thought, mostly to himself.

He supposed he should thank this human. There was a chance his information would actually turn out to be correct.

"... Thank you. Could you tell me more about what happens during the night?"

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."

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.

"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.

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?

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.

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