Day 27: Breakfast

[lighthearted]

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.

Comments

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

"Not entirely." He wasn't the sort to lie, especially if the truth was unflattering. He just wanted food and then to find someone else from the military or an affiliated organization, so he could find out what was going on. Maybe even get orders.

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

Phibrizzo understood the subtext, but pretended to be oblivious. "You know, mister, I can't figure out how they managed to capture you. You seem to be so organized and focused! And you said you've been doing this for your whole life! Did they overpower you or somethin'?"

He leaned back. "Though I suppose a copy can never surpass the original. But you said Mr. Fett was a good bounty hunter..."

Yes, a jab at his fighting abilities. That should make the copy twitch.

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

"I had... I think I had just died." He couldn't come up with any other memories that said otherwise. It was all he knew for the moment.

622 nodded. "He was. And I'm not as good as him." He got some of the highest scores in marksmanship and tactics out of those in his batch, though.

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

Phibrizzo nearly choked on his pancakes. Here he had been, trying to rationalize for the past two days why LoN-sama had decided to spare his life. Maybe she was in a particularly benevolent mood. Who else would have had had such power over one of Xelloss and his caliber?

"Died?" He tried to seem more shocked by the notion than the similarities to his own situation. "But you're here, talking to me."

He grinned, laughing it off (at least trying). "Maybe someone powerful took a liking to you! Or maybe you're a ghost!" He poked TK with a finger. "You seem pretty solid to me."

What was it that Mother could have seen in this one, assuming it was her will at all that brought them here?

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

"I have no explanation for it, but that's what I remember." It sounded insane to him. He couldn't think up a logical explanation for it.

"I'm just a soldier. No one special." He moved out of the way of the poke. He wasn't happy about having a civilian close to him in the first place, let alone any physical contact.

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

Hellmaster considered this. Perhaps LoN-sama had only placed him here, to interact with others for some purpose other than destroying this world. But if not destruction, what did she expect? She had created Mazoku for that purpose.

Curious.

There was the stronger and stronger possibility that it wasn't his Mother who had brought him here at all, though he dare not conceive it or admit it. To do that would acknowledge the presence of another, more powerful than himself, on the hierarchy of existence, which would make his being around very confusing and messy. If he even dreamed of openly stating it, he could very well unmake himself.

The only ones he would think could rival him for sheer power were Lord Rubyeye and mother; no other force could feasible exist. No, it had to be his mother who had put him here and she had to have do it for a very good and very intricate reason. She was chaotic herself, so undoubtedly things were going to be a bit crazy until he figured out her mindset. Yes, he only needed to deceipher her reasoning and then he would know her will and he would do his best to serve it. And since she had yet to object to his plans for destruction, surely, she was alright with the approach he was taking. Still, he would make extra certain that she herself was not called down from up high as his plans progressed at least not while he was in her immediate presence. He would have to find alternate methods for destruction.

"Perhaps you are just a copy of a copy," He decided finally, sipping his drink. "And that is why you remember you death but are relatively unharmed."

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

"Cloning doesn't work like that. The clone has none of the memories of the original, and has to grow to the age where they can fight." Somehow, quite a lot of people thought like this juvenile did. Kid, your act is slipping again. Try harder.

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

"But surely you didn't DIE," The child lord insisted, "No one can die and come back. That's one of the rules of life, isn't it?"

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

"The last thing I remember was the explosion of something the size of a small moon. I was standing on top of it. I'm fairly sure I should be a cloud of atoms by this point." And he'd never shown any signs of mental instability. He always went in for the psych tests. But he had no idea what had really happened. He was damn sure everything he had seen was actual memories, and not hallucinations...

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

"Interesting," The Mazoku lord mused, not really interested at all. He poked a fork through the last of his pancakes and held them up, looking at them with some interest. "Well, somehow you've found yourself to Landel's, mister." He turned back to TK and grinned. "I hope we can be friends. Do you want to be my friend?"

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

"As long as you stop trying to do the dumb kid act to get sympathy, I have no objections." If the boy thought he was going to let himself be manipulated, then maybe the 'dumb kid' act was a little more real than he thought it was...

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

More and more people were seeing through his feigned naïvety. Some, of course, still fell for it, but it was given that the world was ripe with suckers. Perhaps he was out of practice; more likely, he was dealing with a different sort of people. It was true as well that since coming to Landel's, he had been forced to interact personally with a plethora of individuals which he would have avoided all together back home. Short of the rare occasion, dealing with anyone other than the upper echelon of Mazoku was unheard of; he would bark an order and it was the servants job to speak to whomever it was necessary.

Really, this was why he kept people like Xelloss around.

Still, this one wasn't threatening his wellbeing and seemed to be of sound mind, unlike some of the others who had noted his less-than-innocent mannerisms. Perhaps he needed to approach this differently.

"Ah, my apologies, mister. I can see you're not as easily fooled as some of the others. If I've offended, do forgive me."

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

TK made no attempt to hide his (quite warranted) suspicion. "Just stop the acting. What are you actually after?" If only non-clones could talk in straight lines, everything would be so much more simple.

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

Phibrizzo, in return, made no attempt to hide his unfazed attitude. "Tell me, do you always take yourself this seriously, mister?"

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

"Yes." It was his job to take things seriously. The Empire didn't look for a sense of humor in their soldiers.

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

"Ah~hh...so you're really into this soldier thing," Phibrizzo smirked, then nodded toward the doors. "But what kind of self respecting soldier allows himself to be incarcerated by women and girls in white uniforms?"

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

"One who has no armor or weapons and doesn't know how many guards there might be, or what sort of security lockdown might go into place if someone tried to escape. And this is supposed to be a mental hospital, isn't it? They have to be carrying tranqs." This was getting annoying. "What kind of self respecting soldier would be so stupid as to do something like that?"

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

"A brash and foolish one," Phibrizzo said. So, this guy was a VERY serious sort. It made Hellmaster want to poke him until he broke. He just had to find a sore spot to tap.

"...but certainly not a prime Mandalorian copy."

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

"No. I'm not." He was technically one by genetics, but not by culture. He didn't care about the fact that he wasn't completely part of a culture that he knew almost nothing about. He was a soldier for the Empire, and that was all.

"You're doing an incredibly poor job of trying to make me do something idiotic."

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

"I'm not trying to get you to do anything," Phibrizzo stated. This was true, he didn't have anything specific in mind. He was just trying to be annoying and it appeared he was succeeding. "Would you prefer I did?"

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

"Leave. I see no reason for this to continue." He hadn't been in a good mood to start with today. He had found the spy who killed Commander Akobi, who turned out to be someone he had seen several times over the past week. The Death Star was attacked. He had died. Or thought he had died.

...And then he woke up in a mental hospital and was immediately pestered by a little kid. This wasn't improving his mood.

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

"Why should I leave?" Phibrizzo reached over and forked some of the food off TK's plate, which he had already been forbidden from. "You said we'd be friends if I dropped the act." He flashed at toothy grin that dripped arrogance. "So I'm being friendly."

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

"The last time a kid like you acted this 'friendly', he was shooting at my squad." Along with the rest of his family. And the neighbors. Who hadn't been shooting at them on Raltiir?

This one was just stealing his food. "And do people actually fall for that weak little act of yours?"

[hellmunchkin.livejournal.com]

'Shooting'? Phibrizzo, being privy to travel outside the barrier was well aware of guns, though unschooled in their use. There really had been no need for him to bother with them. "Well, don't worry about that, Mister!" He chirped brightly, take a bite of pilfered pancakes. "I've never even held a gun."

He didn't answer the second question because, frankly, it was none of the Storm Trooper's business. Instead, he commented on the food. "You should try these. Very tasty."

[loyal-soldier.livejournal.com]

He didn't respond to the first statement. It was damn obvious the kid had never held a gun in his life.

But taking his food was more annoying. The next time the fork made its way over towards him, he calmly made a grab for it. "Go find someone who actually likes kids, and stop bothering me."