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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"I hope that we have that left to us. I wonder why we're even being allowed this much freedom? There has to be a reason for it."

Too many years of ruling had left Saetan with a strong urge to get to the bottom of things. He could be patient, but he hated little they knew here.

"There's a reason for everything, but that doesn't mean I'll not take advantage of the opportunities given," Daemon answered, watching the landscape pass outside the window, marveling at how the large carraige lurched along the road. Craft carriages were much smoother, he decided.

"There's got to be a reason for much that they do, although we know little of it. Why do they let us roam at night, free? Why do they attempt the daytime facade at all? Nothing they do here makes much sense."

"I mean to find out their reasons eventually."

Saetan wasn't interested in the scenery very much, or even the uneven motion. Something was nagging him from the back of his mind.

"Perhaps I can talk to one of the longer term residents and see if there is any discernable pattern to our privledges. Why limit us without locking away our Craft entirely? I assume it's the same with others who have unique talents--that they are muted instead of being entirely absent. What does Dr. Landel and his staff possess that's strong enough to do such a thing in the first place?"

Oh, he was filled with questions, few of which he thought he'd know the answers to anytime soon.

"Renji is one of the few I know of that's been here the longest, although I gathered River has been here quite a while herself. Renji might make a bit more sense when explaining, however. There are others, as well - River spoke of a family that adopted her when many of them first arrived. Perhaps some of them are among the oldest, or would at least know who to direct you to."

Daemon's fingers absently brushed against his lips in thought, his eyes on the scenery, his attention turned inwards, thoughts spiraling down multiple paths and possibilities.

"Others seem to be at the same level as we. Shadows of their former selves, you might say. Or at least their abilities. The only time that changes - so I've heard - are the nights when patients are taken and brainwashed and then set loose on the patient population as fighters for Landel. A fully powered patient against masses of us at a fraction of our strength. I do not know if they intend it as a hindrance or merely as entertainment, to pit us against our comrades like that."

Day 28: Bus 2

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