damned_institute | Day 28: Bus 2

Momo tugged on the collar of the light blue sweater she was wearing as she followed her nurse to wherever these buses were, winding her hair up into its customary bun as she went. It was an odd feeling, knowing she was about to go outside of the institute's borders. Maybe the Head Doctor was about to make an error and the shinigami, as well as everyone else, would no longer be limited and they could finish what they started several nights back.

That was probably too much to hope for. She was feeling better this morning, even with the blood moon, and was mildly looking forward to the bus ride. Captain Jack said he was going to be here this morning and even if it wasn't customary breakfast in the cafeteria, she's be satisfied with him sitting next to her on the bus.

The nurse handed her a muffin, some napkins, and a small box with a straw. She stared at this box for a moment before shaking it. From the sound it contained liquid. How odd... Momo wasn't sure why they would but liquid inside a small paper box - it didn't make any sense to her and she wasn't sure how one was supposed to get it out of the box.

Clambering onto an empty bus, Momo chose to sit in the very back near the emergency exit. Maybe she could force her way out of it as they were moving and escape the limiter enough to come back and level the institute, freeing everyone. Or maybe she just wanted to be able to see everyone that was on the same bus as her. Wishful thinking versus reality.

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Barret could see how he could be a nuisance, though strangely he wasn't quite bothersome to him. Not yet, anyway. This Johnny though...he'd have to ask about him later.

"He got somethin' all right. Technically, in my world...he's been killed at least twice." He sighed just thinking about it, how evil could cheat death so many times. The Devil, if there was one, must have been laughing his balls off. "He's like a God Damn cat with nine lives or somethin' crazy like that. I jus' don't get it.."

He attempted to change the subject, "Who is Johnny, this guy I keep remindin' you of? A friend of yours I'm guessin'?"

"Damn guy won't stay down, huh?" It was strange to think the dead were once again walking, but Robin supposed that was his bonus for having his world changed so dramatically - it made these other things easier to believe.

Robin grinned and was settling down to talk about Johnny... when the bus gasped into life. In an instant, Robin's legs were pulled up onto the seat and he was clutching the sides. There were a few moments of wide eyes fear and then he let out a breath, slowly. He didn't ease into his seat, however. He was wondering how silly it'd be to ask if it was too late to get off.

It moved. The thing moved. Not pushed or pulled, just moving of it's own accord. And it wasn't bumpy. Not like a wooden cart, not even the finest carriage. It was vibrating, breathing, lurching, occasionally hopping.

"Well, now," Robin said quietly, "Johnny." Yes. He'd talk about Johnny. That'd calm him. "He's a big guy, much like yourself. Less muscle...more food. Same colouring... Wonderful bear. Couldn't ask for a better friend. Even tries to act like my conscience, bless him...."
Robin hadn't looked at Barret once. his eyes were darting towards the front of the bus and occasionally the sides, still crouched on his seat.

Sure, he was amused, but he willed himself to hold it in, knowing Robin had never experienced anything like this. He wondered how many other people were in that same predicament. Maybe there were those that were further advanced, and this was nothing compared to what they had experienced. For the time being, he kept his amusement to himself.

He did stiffen and straighten when the pale man acted as if he were going to bolt out of the window, ready to grab him if he made the attempt.

"Hey now, it's all right, the bus is jus' takin' us to town now," he tried to soothe as Robin's eyes bobbled in his head like a frightened doe.

"Bear?" There was a sliver of suspicion in his tone. "You mean a 'bear of a man', don't ya?"

"Yeah, yeah...I know," he said, still distracted. He managed to park him bum on the seat, but his knuckles were white as he gripped the seat in front and his body seemed to elongate as he kept trying to watch the front.

He glances at Barret and smiled a little. "You could say that, sure. And my wife's definitely a bit of a fox."

There was another metal thing coming towards them. Smaller. But faster.
"WHAT IS THAT?" he shouted, grabbing Barret's collar and ducking down, trying to pull his friend with him.

Barret barely budged as Robin attempted to pull him down behind the seat. He was becoming a little ticked off, as his face contorted into a glare. The fear he understood, but it was becoming irritating very quickly.

"Get a fuckin' hold of yourself Robin, God damn!" he nearly bellowed, grabbing the younger man by the arm with firm authority, "It ain't nothin' but a car. Jus' like this one but smaller, and moves the same god damn way. Now if we gonna die, it sure ain't gonna be by no crash. We too valuable as specimens to go down like that." He wasn't entirely sure if he believed that, considering how many people disappeared every night, but he was willing to believe anything to keep this kid from cracking up next to him. "Now settle down and tell me about somethin'. Anything. What's you're wife like? You got any kids?"

Robin stopped and looked at Barret. Being shouted at really helped. Especially by Barret, what with his resemblance to Johnny. Brought back some early memories...

He looked out the window and sat down.
"Sorry," he laughed, nervously, scratching his head. He still looked nervous, but had gone back to his deep breathing and staring at the seat in front, legs pulled up onto his own.

There was just something sinister about this thing... the speed, the form, the science...

"My wife? Beautiful. Big brown eyes, red fur, sweetest smile. No kids yet. Was working on it before I got here though, believe me..." He really wanted to go back to it too.... "What about you?" He looked towards Barret, but it was very quick, as though he was afraid something would happen if he didn't keep his eyes on the bus.

Wallace was extremely relieved when Robin finally took a chill pill and settled in the seat. It was easy to take for granted the modern conveniences one had without seeing someone who had lived an entire life without the knowledge of such things existence. That put a small grin of amusement to his lips.

However, that look faded a little when he heard 'red fur'. Instantly, an image of Nanaki popped into his head. Fox, bear, red fur....what the hell was he tryin' to tell him? "Fur, eh? Is there some kind of secret you're tryin' to tiptoe around, Robin?"

When Robin glanced at Barret and caught the smile, he gave his own, though it was somewhat embarrassed. "It just doesn't feel so natural, you know?"

He'd been caught out on the fur thing. Ok, no problem.
"Ah, that. Well. Not so much a secret... but people don't seem to like hearing it when I tell them I'm a fox... Johnny's a bear. But before you go thinking you're having trouble getting your head around that, take a minute and think how it'd feel to wake up looking like one of you hoomans after a lifetime of tails and fur and claws... I'm only telling you because you asked. And...I can't think up a good ex-" there was a bump and Robins word was lost to a small high pitched sound, "-excuse..."

Day 28: Bus 2

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