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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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He was growing more irritated with the situation as time progressed, which in turn made the Elicoorian mentally kick himself for allowing to get it to him. Even the battle with that worm last night didn't help to blow off some steam (though that probably had everything to do with it being interrupted).
Albel needed something to vent his frustration and blood lust on. But at this rate, it would only result in a sedative, as he found it more difficult to not go and kill a random nurse (even despite the lack of challenge the wench would possess). Those monsters? Nothing more than a hassle.
"Hmph, just don't expect me to hold back when I do have the chance to rip that maggot's spine out." he finally replied in a low voice.
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"The Arts and Crafts group can track him - just the leaders and the people from their world - but it takes a lot out of them. We're gonna assume that if he knew, he would already have stopped them. There's only one shot at getting to him.
That's why they're organizing. They'll let us know when it's time." He grinned slightly and raised an eyebrow at Albel. "Do I even have to ask if you're in?"
It wasn't like him to give out all of the information like that. Cliff was the sort of guy that liked to be discreet, and important tidbits like that were kept quiet until something could be done - but Albel had just lost an arm to the institute and he was obviously far from cheery about it. Cliff didn't think he would give them up, and though he would never admit it, Albel would be a good person to have on their side.
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And finally, a smirk appeared on his lips. "You'll have to outrun me if you want a piece of that maggot, though."
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Still, a challenging smirk matched Albel's when he spoke. "Like that's gonna be a challenge. I could top you any day."
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The apocalypse could come any minute now. Really.
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