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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Allen could easily empathize with Emily's feelings. He wouldn't want to sit on his hands while others were working either. "I understand your concern Miss Emily," he said emphatically. "Perhaps we can put your skills to use somewhere else? I'm sure we can find something for you to help with."

It was then that he felt the wet thud of a meatball smack into the side of his head. He put up a hand to assess the damages, only to have it come back covered in meaty sauce. Wonderful. Allen still wasn't certain what he'd done to be called "mean," but Rhode likely had her own justification.

Before he could react, Emily was already on it. He'd have to be ready to intervene though, if Rhode decided to pull anything more dangerous than a flying meatball. Allen picked up a napkin and started removing what was left of the mess from his hair. He shook his head at Emily, "I-it's quite alright. No real harm done. I'm sure she was just playing."

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Rhode had to resist a smirk. She was mad! Mad at Allen Walker! But still... that splatter in his hair looked so much like blood! The meatball had, amazingly, proved a very effective alternative to what she could have thrown of the same size to make such a splatter. Unfortunately, eye-gouging would probably be frowned upon here. Where were her candles when she needed them?!

Her attention turned for a moment to the woman Allen had been talking with. She couldn't help it, the question of who she was had come up first. "Rho-" she paused, thinking for a moment, "Catherine Grace!" she announced once through considering. That's right! Human form, human name! "And he deserved it!"

Sitting down in a huff, Rhode started licking off the meatsauce on her hands as she awaited an apology. It wasn't blood by a long stretch, but the coloring made up for that. The action, as usual, calmed her from desiring to pelt yet another into Allen Walker's head. He'd better apologize too!

Instead, he decided to pass her wrath off as mere playing. "Plaything's aren't supposed to lie!" she yelled again, fingering another meatball as she glared at him more. And really, she always played with Allen, even while upset.

[twelveapathy.livejournal.com]

A small, young girl with spiky, dark hair. Was it possible that this was the “Rhode Kamelot” Allen was so worried about in his bulletin post? She didn’t seem all that dangerous to her, even if she liked throwing meatballs at others. Of course, Larxene knew all to well that it might all be an act to keep others from suspecting her.

Maybe she was smarter than she looked.

“Allen is not a plaything. Why would you call him that?”

Lies, and more lies. He was a plaything, one that currently belonged to Larxene, and the Nobody did hate having to share her toys.

[broken-exorcist.livejournal.com]

He deserved it. Of course. For some reason, through Rhode's line of logic, he deserved to have sloppy meat thrown at his head. He'd lied? What was that all about? Allen looked confused more than offended. He was sure of one thing though, that he was definitely not Rhode's plaything.

Emily was quick to jump to his defense. It did make sense, he reasoned, since she'd seen part of the fiasco over in the Game Room earlier. And it wasn't that he didn't appreciate the help, but... Emily probably didn't realize how much danger she was putting herself in just by doing that. If Rhode didn't recognize her, then Emily couldn't possibly have been the one he was waiting for. It didn't seem like a Noah to back away, but maybe something had come up? It was entirely too possible that they'd instead decided to find some poor, unsuspecting victim in the mean time. Allen felt a familiar pang of guilt.

"A-ah, Miss Emily, it's alright, really, you needn't concern yourself. I can handle it," he gave her a weary smile and hoped she realized he just didn't want her to get hurt.

Before he could say much more, his nurse arrived. Pointing out, of course, that he was a terrible mess and something about cleaning up. The prospect of some form of bathing was welcome, especially with the meat sauce mess still clinging to his hair.

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"Cuz he is my plaything!" All humans were, Allen just happened to be a very, very special one. "And has been for a while! Go find your own!"

But now Allen was being taken away. Hey, wait, no! She almost got the chance to hurl another meatball towards his head for not apologizing, or admitting to having lied, but her own nurse caught her. She continued glaring after Allen, giving the blonde girl one quick glare as well before being led off.