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- zelgadis
Day 28: Bus 1
Zelgadis was not happy, at all. Not that this was any change, but the events of the past few hours had given him more to angst about than usual. Nightshift had been dreadful: first he was attacked by a small green man and then covered in leeches, neither of which lead to warm fuzzy feelings.
And now this.
When the nurse had come into his room with new clothes he had a small glimmer of hope-- some thief had taken his normal Landel's wear in the night, so perhaps this was a change in luck. However, it was not the godsend he had hoped for. Minus the threat of sedation, there was nothing in the universe that could make Zelgadis wear a bright lemon-yellow shirt. There was a jacket of a slightly more tasteful variety, so Zelgadis made good us of it-- he put all his coupons in a pocket and pulled up the hood. It was almost as good as his cloak. Well, no it wasn't, but it would have to do.
With mild protesting, Zelgadis was lead to a large yellow vehicle. He climbed the stairs, took a seat towards the back, and readied himself for another frustrating day of being attacked and threatened with spoons.
And now this.
When the nurse had come into his room with new clothes he had a small glimmer of hope-- some thief had taken his normal Landel's wear in the night, so perhaps this was a change in luck. However, it was not the godsend he had hoped for. Minus the threat of sedation, there was nothing in the universe that could make Zelgadis wear a bright lemon-yellow shirt. There was a jacket of a slightly more tasteful variety, so Zelgadis made good us of it-- he put all his coupons in a pocket and pulled up the hood. It was almost as good as his cloak. Well, no it wasn't, but it would have to do.
With mild protesting, Zelgadis was lead to a large yellow vehicle. He climbed the stairs, took a seat towards the back, and readied himself for another frustrating day of being attacked and threatened with spoons.
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Thus donned in an unmanly but color-coded fashion, he was herded with his breakfast bag onto one of the large, grumbling vehicles. It reminded him vaguely of dragon technology, which was an unpleasant thought, but certainly could be worse.
Xelloss spied his roommate sitting near the front of the bus, but he was talking to someone already, so Xelloss headed to the back. There he spied another familiar face, and with a wide smile sat down beside Zelgadis, pinning the ex-chimera between the wall of the bus and Xelloss himself.
"Very invigorating weather, isn't it?"
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Zelgadis frowned at the "mysterious priest," attempting to glare daggers but finding himself too tired to do so effectively. Looking at the man's clothing did bring him some pleasure-- the shirt Xelloss wore may not serve a dual purpose as shirt and beacon, but it was amusingly similar to the priest's exotic hair color.
"Nice top."
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Which was a huge series of lies, but what was a little lying between old friends? Xelloss looked over Zelgadis with closed eyes and critically raised eyebrows, his lips puckering together. "Did you pick that out yourself, as well? It's very... layered. I had never thought of yellow as your color."
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He really wasn't interested in having yet another aggravating conversation with Xelloss, but since they were on this damned contraption together... He may as well make the most of it.
"So, Xelloss, what is your grand scheme this time?"
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"Do you think I'm an idiot, Xelloss? There is a plan, probably having to do with the destruction of human kind."
How Landel's could lead to the destruction of human king, Zelgadis didn't know, nor was he anxious to find out.
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Instead he feigned interest in Zelgadis's theories. "Really? The entire human race? That seems rather specific. How unfortunate for you to have so recently rejoined it, if so!"
He took a little nibble of his muffin and smiled cheerily. A pity he had no idea what that little box in the bottom of his bag was for...
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Zelgadis turned away from Xelloss to discover the contents of his bag. A muffin that seemed edible enough, a couple of napkins, and a box thing with a straw. What was that for?
He took it out, examining each side in an attempt to discover its use. There seemed to be liquid inside.
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Instead he took small bites of his muffin, idly thinking it would probably taste better warm, and watched Zelgadis's study of the colorful box. Perhaps human ingenuity would be the key to understanding its secrets. The announcement had mentioned juice, and the boxes were decorated with a bright image of an apple, so the contents seemed obvious. The question was how to get inside.
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Zelgadis looked at the box, still puzzled. What could one possibly do with a box full of, he read the label and saw it had an apple on it, apple juice?
The bus began to move and seemed to pass through the gates although Zelgadis was too far back to see how they opened. Damn.
This juice was extremely puzzling. He shook it, to no effect.
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Satisfied with his brief view of the outside, Xelloss returned his attentions to Zelgadis. The poor ex-chimera was still wrestling with the box of juice. Putting juice in boxes all by itself seemed like a very weird practice, honestly, but he supposed there were stranger ones. Taking out his own juice box, he began to study it himself, turning it over in his hands. Folds and creases in the waxy container didn't seem designed to open with any ease, but there was that straw attached to the back of the box. Pushing the straw out of its plastic seal, pointy-end first (and this was another original idea, straws with mild offensive capabilities) he started to examine the box for the right place to stab. Within moments, he had placed his straw in the foil circle sized just right for an aggressively shaped sipping implement, and somehow managed to smile smugly at Zelgadis while drinking.
Nice and sweet, if lukewarm.
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He found he was thirsty but he pointedly but the box of juice back into his paper bag and looked out the window. It didn't seem to contain much, just trees and dying grass.
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He paused for a little more juice before continuing. "I wonder what they'll have us do when we reach town. I'm sure it won't be arts and crafts or sports, since we can do that at the institute. It's very exciting, isn't it, Zelgadis?"
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He clutched the jacket tighter to himself when Xelloss mentioned it but he wasn't interested in speculating what the day's activities included. He rued the moment he left the seat next to him empty. And now they were moving, he couldn't possibly get away.
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"It's not very easy to hold a pleasant conversation if you won't participate." In truth, Zelgadis's annoyance was entertaining enough, but it would be more fun if he'd rise to the bait.
Lacking that, Xelloss glanced around Zelgadis to look out the window some more. It wasn't the most stimulating scenery--if anything, it was almost painfully mundane. He wondered idly if there were many bandits along the roads of this world.
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Though losing track of the ex-chimera once they were in town wasn't his intention...
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Glaring, Zelgadis stomped past him towards the front of the bus.