damned_institute | Day 27: Breakfast

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Day 27: Breakfast

Day came too soon.

Sora hadn't been able to find Rena, had instead been forced to crumple onto the grass of the recreational field and bleed all over himself, and hadn't even accomplished what he'd been sent out to do. What he'd been entrusted to do. He didn't know how he was going to be able to face Renji and the others, but he also knew he wasn't going to hide from them, either. That would just be low, after all, and he was ready to face up to the consequences.

He didn't try to make excuses for himself. Even though there had been a Special Counseling patient, they had managed to take her down by sheer numbers. The fact that he hadn't seen any sign of Rena was what had him the most worried. He hoped he could find her today.

The boy laid in his bed for a good while that morning before his nurse finally came in to collect him. She clucked over the bandages wrapped tightly around his chest and leg, and asked him if he was okay to walk.

Once Sora assured her he was fine (he didn't really want to use crutches, as that would just attract attention to himself, and he didn't need others worrying over him), they made their way to the cafeteria. Sora yawned and winced against the bright light of morning - it seemed even earlier than usual, and he realized why when they entered the cafeteria and found it empty.

The boy shuffled over to grab a chocolate chip pancake, a bowl of cereal, and a glass of milk (good for the bones, or so his mom had always told him) before settling at a table. He kept an eye on the door, hoping he would see Rena walking in soon.

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Leon had been about to bring himself to his fee next to Lust when suddenly he was in his bed again. He sat up with a start, looking about as though Ashton might still be on the floor beside him, but there was no one else but his roommate.

At least he felt better. The weariness from his pitiful spell was gone, as though he'd gotten the rest he knew he hadn't, and as he moved his hand came in contact with something solid near his waste. It was the tool kit, and he was grateful that he'd gone through the effort of keeping it so close to him. He had just enough time to stash it in one of the drawers before the nurse came to get him.

Breakfast wasn't much different than it had been the previous day. Slightly different main course, but that was all. He took his pancakes plain and grabbed a glass of orange juice. Right color, but a poor substitute.

It seemed he was early, so he took his place at am empty table and kept his eyes on the door. If Ashton had still been alive when they'd been brought back to their rooms, then he was hopefully still alive now. He couldn't be completely reassured until he saw him.

A dining hall full of people and the only familiar faces were the colonel and that damn brat from last night. And the colonel had the air of a man waiting, she'd give him her report later.

She wasn't altogether too concerned for Ashton. She'd been in his position before and she was still there. He would be fine. Clearly in a less than pleasant mood, Lust took her tray and sat across from the irritating boy.

She supposed she should offer him some form of gratitude.

"I appreciate your aide last night," she told him, taking up a plastic utensil. "You weren't useless as I'd feared."

The dark haired woman from the night before hadn't exactly been first on Leon's list of people he wanted to share breakfast with, and he tried not to frown at her too much as she took her seat.

And was that an attempt at a compliment? If so, she was doing a rather poor job. "Well, you're welcome," he replied a bit grumpily. And since there was very little else on his mind, he then had to follow up with "Have you seen Ashton yet?"

"I've just sat down," Lust pointed out. "Of course I haven't seen him. And we may not see him until later in the day, considering the severity of his injuries." It wasn't uncommon for those injured to be kept to their rooms or wherever medical procedures were done.

"He was alive when morning came, that's all that matters. If you live through the night, you live."

"I hope so." Leon stared at his plate. Lust had obviously been at the institute longer than he had and would be aware of these things, but he still wanted to see it for himself. But if information on his friend wasn't forthcoming, there was no reason to pressure her for it more.

"So what about the supplies?" he asked as a means of changing the subject. "I didn't have all of it. Did we get it all?"

"I honestly didn't bother to look this morning," Lust admitted. "I'll check during dinner. Items will most usually be in our rooms, hidden somewhere. No, I don't understand it, even though I've been here months."

She never would understand it, either, she felt. Too much of this place simply made no sense.

"But whatever we do have we'll give to Mustang. That's him, there, the dark haired man with the stern face." She pointed to the colonel, so at least the boy would know who he had been working for the night before.

Glancing over at where Lust had pointed, Leon made sure to get a good look at this Colonel Mustang person. He wanted to sit down and talk with him at some point about his use of alchemy. If there was a way to perform it without having any magical ability, the scientists on Expel would be extremely interested in knowing about it - himself among them.

He would have gone over right then, but he seemed otherwise engaged and it would be rude just to leave Lust, even though she had invited herself.

"All right," he nodded to acknowledge that he was keeping the Colonel in mind. "Now how did you get involved with Ashton and Dias anyway?"

It was a question Lust found difficult to answer. She frowned some and poked at the pancakes with her fork. She knew it was tangled up with Scar and River.

"Dias is family," she finally said. It was the simplest explanation. And he was, in an odd sort. They all were, the four of them, though there were no blood ties between them.

"And Ashton is close to Dias." How close, she still wasn't certain. She knew there were feelings, but... well, it was none of her business.

Leon frowned too at Lust's response. "Family?" They were related? He'd thought that the woman had come from a different place than the rest of them. Then again, how long had Dias been here?

He felt a bit... left out of things - had since he'd arrived. Just the other day, he and Ashton and Claude had been fighting the Ten Wise Men together. now he was here, and everything seemed to be falling apart. He didn't like it at all.

"Family. Of a sort." Lust shrugged. "We aren't related by blood, if that's what you're wondering. We don't even come from the same place. But family has little to do with blood, or so I've learned. Neither Dias or my daughter are bound to me by blood, but by something much stronger."

And Scar... well, she supposed they did share blood. She had been born of his brother's flesh and blood, hadn't she? But he was a different sort of family.

It was really all very complex and confusing when she tried to think about it.

Thinking about family got Leon thinking about his parents, and that caused his stomach to clench up uncomfortably. How long had it been, not knowing if he'd ever see them again? And now here he was, snatched again from being so close to being able to return to a restored Expel. But he wasn't going to start crying here. He was past that.

"I see.." he mumbled somewhat absently. "How long have you been here?"

"Longer than anyone else," Lust admitted. "I've been here for months." Honestly, at this point, escaping hardly even mattered. As long as she had Scar, she was happy enough. And she supposed things could be worse.

"You haven't been here long."

"A couple days," Leon confirmed. The fact that someone could be here for months - months - without managing to escape was incredibly disheartening. He bit his bottom lip. "Has anyone ever gotten out of here?"

He didn't want to be here forever! He needed to get back to Expel!

"Not that I know of," Lust said, carefully. "But it's possible that there have been escapees that weren't able to get word back. People do go missing and never return."

What happened to them, she didn't know. There were still too many unanswered questions about the place.

"How do you know Ashton and Dias?"

Go missing and never return? Somehow that didn't seem much like escaping to Leon. But then, communicating with anyone from the outside, or vice versa, obviously wouldn't be an easy task.

Her next question interrupted further thoughts on that subject. He gave a weak smile. "We're all from the same world, for one," he answered. "Though I didn't get to know Dias too well, Ashton and I have been through a lot..." The smile became a worried frown. "I'm a scientist and mage. He's an adventurer. We were sort of thrown into a situation together. Claude too."

"Who's Claude?"

That was a name Lust didn't recognize. Maybe he wasn't even here, and it was simply a name that the boy was throwing out. It was impossible to keep track of people at this point, there were simply too many of them.

"Claude? He's... um..." Leon bit his bottom lip again, looking around the quickly filling cafeteria. He'd been so busy talking to Lust that he'd stopped watching the doorway.

He had to stand up, though this didn't increase his height by all that much, to be able to see over the heads of others. Eventually he spotted a familiar blond head next to the very person he'd been looking for originally.

"Ashton!" he yelped happily, pointing wildly in their general direction. "He's sitting over with Ashton!"

"I did tell you he'd be fine," Lust pointed out, glancing over to where Leon pointed. "For whatever reason, this place heals the wounds we receive from it. And they do so well. They've access to quite advanced medical equipment and techniques. It's a far cry from what I know, at least."

"Or heraldry." Leon plopped back down in his seat, much more cheerful now that he knew his friend was still living. "The planet a couple of my friends hail from - the one I was on before I was brought here - has practitioners of magic that can heal. I think that would work faster than any medical technique. But I'd like to see any such techniques if this isn't the case."

"Heraldry is your worlds magic, isn't it?" Lust asked, before taking a bite of fruit. "In my world, medical alchemy is in its infancy. I have a knowledge of it, though I can't perform the art myself. But whatever methods used here, they far outstrip even the greatest reaches of alchemy. Or herbalism or surgery."

She didn't know what methods they used. No one was ever aware when the healing was done, they simply woke bandaged and medicated and on the road to recovery.

Leon nodded, poking at his own food. The pancakes looked much more appetizing now. He actually did have an appetite.

"I'd be really interested to learn about your world's alchemy," he said cheerfully. "It sounds absolutely fascinating!"

"It's a science," Lust said again, her attention on her breakfast. At least she enjoyed food. "The art of changing one thing into another. Its ruled by laws, as all sciences are, and requires precision and acute attention. You cannot create something greater than what you begin with, for example. That is the law of Equivalent Exchange - Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. This is the first and most important law of alchemy."

Though there were ways around it, of course. Not that she needed to delve into that at the moment. She was simply explaining by rote, a beginner's guide, so to speak.

Leon listened very attentively. He reached for his notebook in order to write everything down, only to find that he'd forgotten it. This discovery dampened his spirits a good deal, as he didn't think he'd be able to return to his room until the end of the day. Perhaps he could feign an illness...

"Where I come from, alchemy is used to turn iron into less common materials and gemstones." He decided to press for more information despite the absence of any means of note taking. His memory would be good enough! And his curiosity wouldn't be abated. "Can you create other things with your scientific method?"

"Anything but living flesh can be transmuted with alchemy," Lust explained. "The only thing one cannot create with alchemy is proper life. It's forbidden to even try - though there are those who break those rules and suffer the consequences." She took a bite of her breakfast, savoring the taste before continuing.

"Of course, all they ever create is improper life."

Leon wasn't sure when his mouth had fallen open, but he quickly snapped it shut. "Anything?" he repeated in awe. "Anything non-living? That's incredible! Even machinery?" The very thought excited him. And to do it with science! Such a concept was far more advanced than anything on Expel!

He tried not to let the fact that people with such abilities were still stuck here as much as anyone else get him down.

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a_sin_for_him - 2007-09-22 21:08 (UTC) - Expand

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