damned_institute | Day 27: Library

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Day 27: Library

Libraries, he'd found, were rarely as dull as people made them out to be. Though he felt no magic in these tomes, they were still full of useful information. Maybe some of them could tell him a little bit more about this world he'd landed himself in.

For that matter, why hadn't he run into any of the others yet? They'd all been fairly close together when they'd left Rekord, but he hadn't seen a trace of any of them. He was able to communicate easily with the people here though, which led him to believe Mokona was within a mile or so. Unless the ones running this little game had some other way to let all these other-worldly people communicate amongst themselves. In which case, the others could be very far away indeed.

The library had that wonderful smell of old books, and Fai traced his fingers along the shelves, skimming titles and pulling books that struck his fancy. Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz, The War of the Worlds, and with a smile, he found Bram Stoker's Dracula as well. Raven had been telling the truth then, in spite of his own lies. Ought to be a good start. He sat leisurely at one of the tables and began flipping through his selections.

[waiting for Tamaki~]

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622 shrugged. "I'm not doubting you. It just happens pretty quickly to soldiers like me, that's all." It wasn't fun to think about much, but... well. It wasn't something that was easy to explain to a civvie.

Blinking, Faust tilted his head. "Soldiers like you? What do you mean?"

He didn't like the idea of a man so content with death.

"I'm a clone. Like I said, we have a short lifespan to begin with. We train to fight wars, and that's it. And one major theme of wars is quite a lot of deaths in all of them. I've gotten used to the concept by now." Otherwise he would have lost it. Some did. Usually not the Fett clones, though.

Cloning was a common practice where TK was from? Amazing.

"That is incredible," Faust managed, once he was able to speak again. The idea of cloning wasn't new to him, but seeing (and being able to examine him)... Really, it took more self-control than Faust though he had to simply not jump the poor man here and now.

In a purely scientific way of course. He was married after all.

That reaction was not one he would normally expect from a civvie, but he generally didn't get to know them. "It's been going on a large scale for about thirty years now. I'm only thirteen, but I'm from the old template."

Faust nodded, uterly fascinated now. "Thirteen and yet you appear... Incredible." It was the only thing he could say.

The implications, the possible break-throughs that could be made from this one encounter.... Faust was dizzy with it all.

622 didn't really know what to say in response to this. "It's just so they don't have to train us as long. We're battle-ready at age nine."

Faust frowned as he thought about that.

"Doesn't seem right to me though... setting you up as merely cannon fodder," he shook his head as he spoke. "You are still a living being, right? Your feelings and self deserve some consideration."

That was the crux of the whole 'clone' issue back home.

"I don't know about the ethics of it all, but yes, I'm human." Morality was one thing he never really understood at all.

Faust waved a hand as though brushing the topic aside. "Ethics can ruin a perfectly good conversation."

He looked around the room once more. "Aside from the 'Star Wars' mess, did you have any other questions about this place?"

"Not that I can think of. I don't know enough about this place to know what to ask." It was a truly bizarre place. "Although, why all the paper books here?"

"Paper books? What else can we have if we don't have any computers?"

He frowned. He hadn't seen one simple system. It was ... odd for a supposedly state-of-the-art facility.

"Paper's never used anymore. It's either flimsiplast sheets or datapads. Both are a lot more useful." Some really official documents were on paper, though. Probably just for tradition or something meaningless like that.

Faust frowned. "The time frame that I'm from means that we still mostly use paper. Things are filed electronically, but paper is still a major medium."

Claire had kept to herself most of the day, thoroughly depressed on the state of her hair and how terrible she'd felt last night. However, news that RC (or rather, someone like him) had been spotted forced her to come out of hiding.

She touched her hair gingerly still, although the nurses had been kind enough to smooth out the ends and ask no questions.

Her meeting now was more important. RC went missing the same time that awful note had been written - if someone tried to had killed him, they might come after TK.

Straightening, she walked slowly over to the clone (who was currently in conversation with someone she didn't recognize), a bit unnerved to see him. Silently she reminded herself he wasn't RC before clearing her throat and making herself known.

"Excuse me," she said, looking from one man to the other. "I'm Claire." Her eyes focused on TK. "I told you I wanted to talk to you."

TK turned when he heard someone coming up behind them. The conversation with Faust hadn't done much to improve his current social abilities, but he was slightly less on edge than he had been before, and managed to at least hide the immediate reaction of assessing the newcommer as a potential threat. Too much time dealing with an insurgency...

He inclined his head slightly, unsure of how to really give a polite greeting when there was no rank structure. "Sergeant TK-622. What do you want to discus?"

Faust blinked at the sudden apperance of a young woman, but politely backed up a bit to allow the two to speak. He wasn't much on being rude and butting in to a conversation that he wasn't invited into.

Claire's eyes turned to the other young man briefly in a silent apology for interrupting their conversation, but this couldn't wait.

"I think that you might be in danger. There's a good chance RC didn't just go missing like people here do sometimes - I think he might have been killed." She bit her lip, but kept going. "There's a patient who gets some sick pleasure out of maiming the others. He always brags about it on the bulletin afterwards."

She took a breath before she went on. "I don't know if RC got killed because he was just in the wrong place or fought with this guy, but I think you should be careful in case he catches sight of you and wants to...finish the job."

It just figured that the prisoners would be dangerous too, wouldn't it? This really wasn't helping 622's paranoia.

His face went from the slightly perplexed look he usually had when dealing with something new involving civilians to a completely stone-cold serious stare. "Do you know what he looks like?" He wouldn't know why someone would be after clones here. Maybe he was a rebel. Maybe he was just a complete psychopath.

...Probably both.

Faust frowned slightly, managing to look both worried and interested at the same time. Of course it stood to reason that there would be other mad men here. This place was pretending to be an asylum after all.

Faust couldn't be the only one here who thought ... badly from time to time.

Claire shook her head. "Aside from evidence of his...work, and his taunts on the board, he keeps a low profile during the day. He seems to have an ally, though. Or at least someone else who gets a kick out of attacking us during the night."

TK frowned. Well, it was a given that he was going to be on guard at night here, he'd just have to add other prisoners onto the list of possible hostiles after nightfall. "Thank you for the information."

And there was his orders from the Captain... "Do you have others to team up with for the night, or do you need a group?"

Faust was curious to see how people in a group interacted with one another here, but he was hesitant to join up with others.

He had a hard time getting along sometimes... Of course, he had offered medical aid to TK-622 and his group. Did that count? Faust wasn't sure.

He paid attention though, to whatever this young woman's answer would be.

Claire considered for a moment. From the bulletin, it looked like Wesker had plans that didn't involve her. No, she had no one else right now.

"The person I usually travel with has plans...so I'm all alone tonight."

TK nodded. "Very well. I was in a temporary cell when I woke up, and I don't think it has a number. I'll be heading to M30 as soon as I can. Will you be able to meet us there, or should we come and find you?"

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