Day 28: Bus 1

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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.

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Diva was one-of-a-kind, a pureblooded creature, and one that certainly didn't have to prove itself. She curled her hands next to her cheek, treating L.A.'s silly questions like a horse treated flies. "I am bowed to and my Chevaliers the humans work."

How stupid.

And Chiropterans. Well, that was easy. "What humans are afraid of."

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L.A. sighed and decided to let the matter go. Obviously she wasn't going to give him any decent information without more drastic interrogation tactics, and there were just too many witnesses. Without his bracelet, even he couldn't kill a busload of people in a short enough amount of time. He remained wary, however - he wasn't going to let anyone catch him off-guard.

Where was Ellis? Looking around him, he couldn't find her on this bus. Was she perhaps on another bus? There had been two other buses that he had seen. He hoped he would find her later today.

"Whatever you are," he said to the girl next to him, "you're certainly no goddess."

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It was more of the vehicle coming to an abrupt halt than the word goddess that made Diva roll partially off her side and on to her back, brushing silky strands of hair away with the back of her hand. Nonetheless, her lazy blue eyes regarded L.A.'s upside down face.

"Amshel says there aren't any gods," said the girl. "That's why I'm the most important person. I'm Diva."

People began to file off the bus, and their passing rustled at the hem of her dress, tickling her legs. If they were going outside to find her Chevaliers, then she'd have to cover her bare feet before they got all dirty. She pulled on her shoes again - not that Diva had been paying attention, but the only thing that would fit her small feet had been a pair of sneakers - which fit her feet nicely, and had a blue rubber inlay around the sole.

When she was finished, she stood and made to get off when all others had passed. Her attention was not lost on L.A., however - without looking, she reached back and snatched his wrist.

_{[off to see the wizard, the wonderful wizard of... okay, Magnus Park (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/244463.html?view=17500143#t17500143)]}