Day 28: Bus 2

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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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"Yeah, I'm the one with an ego problem. See, this is why I came this morning. I'm bored and you entertain me." Farfarello finished off his juice box, and tossed it aside, coincidentally in the general direction of Sephiroth's head. It was a light toss, easily caught even by someone who wasn't a trained fighter, Farfarello just didn't feel like carrying around an empty juice box.

"Besides, who needs to find out your 'weaknesses'? God or not, you bleed just as easy as a mortal, around here." Farfarello stretched, and yawned. He never was much of a morning person, and was considering taking a cat nap.

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Sephiroth's hand closed around the remains of the juice box just before it could strike his head. There was no real thought in it, merely an automatic reaction to something flying towards him. Setting it aside on the seat, the former general's gaze turned back to the window once more. Landmarks were tracked, distances guessed at as the vehicle moved. Were there anything worth knowing about or getting later, he needed to remember all of those.

The gates had been of special interest to Sephiroth. Not easily climbed it looked, but not impossible either if one was motivated enough. It might serve him well tonight to get outside and see what Landel's own landscape was like beyond what he had seen during 'exercise' time.

As the human next to him continued to chatter on, Sephiroth paid him only surface attention to ensure that he wasn't caught off-guard in the event of an attack. Foolish creature. Who didn't want to know the weaknesses of a predator, especially when they were the prey? This is what he got for expecting intelligence in one.

"I see," he replied.

[jei.livejournal.com]

Farfarello slouched lower in the seat, yawning again and pulling the hood of his sweatshirt forward to partially cover his eyes. "Wake me up when we get to town, yeah? Or, you know, before trying to kill me or something. More sporting, and all that."

At this point in his life, Farfarello could sleep just about anywhere: in alleyways, on tree limbs, on moving buses while sitting next to people who intended to kill him, you know, wherever was comfortable. And without a decent breakfast in his stomach, Farfarello was definitely not feeling too terribly awake.

[deathinvitation.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth had no intentions of waking the man up or killing him. He had learned the rules of this place quick enough and could play by them since circumstances dictated that he must for the time being. Soon enough, that would all change.

When the buses slowed to a stop, Sephiroth rose silently from his seat and disembarked with the others. He had things to do, people to torment.