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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.
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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"That sounds fairly typical." The secretary sighed softly. "I believe Byakko-sama was detained helping others. I met a young woman at breakfast who told me as much."
He grinned slightly at the notion that his group had managed any better. They had gotten somewhere, if into the grip of a ghost counted for anything. "Only to this very room. Last night, in the sun room, there was a spirit with a very dangerous touch. Both Rangiku-san and myself ended up with cuts all over our bodies." Tatsumi paused for a moment, moving a hand to touch the bridge of his glasses. "If you encounter any such spirits, Kurosaki-kun, I'd advise you to avoid physical contact. Simply try to run from them if you can."
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"Yes, it is," Hisoka sighed in return. What he would give to kick Tsuzuki's ass into working shape. Then again, he'd probably have a heartattack at the efficiency. "Thank you for letting me know."
A dark look flickered over Hisoka's face at the mentioning of the Sun Room. Why was there always something in there at night? All the other rooms with monsters never remained the same, so what was so different about that room? "What did this spirit look like?"
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