Day 28: Bus 2

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The group hadn't made it to the Twin Pines before the nurses started ushering them back to the buses. Sanji didn't believe the small sack dinner he was handed would make up for the meal they would have had at the restaurant, and aside from that he'd still wanted to check the place out. Now he had no way of comparing it to what they served at the asylum and he couldn't help but wonder if the staff had planned it that way.

Somehow in the large crowd of patients and nurses he lost track of his crewmates, something that seemed to be occurring just as often as Usopp warned it would. He had their room numbers now, though. He would find them tonight if not before.

His dinner was eaten quickly and he found it lacking, but he wouldn't complain. What he really needed was a cigarette. Bringing it up on the walk down Main Street earlier had only made him think about it more, and now he was just irritable. He tapped a light broken rhythm on the plastic pane of his window, staring out at the other patients as they were loaded into the buses also.

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Rukia tried very hard to keep from snickering, and succeeded, though she couldn't seem to make the small, amused smile on her face go away. "What's a droid?" she asked, unfamiliar with the term. "I take it that's what you really are, since you find meatbags so disgusting."

She hadn't heard any of the shinigami mention HK-47, so decided to ask, "Are you involved with any of the people from the 'Arts & Craft' or 'Cooking' groups? We're all working to get defeat the Head Doctor and escape."

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Wonderful. Another meatbag from a primitive planet. "Answer: A droid is a mechanical being, which can be of varying intelligence and design. I am a high-class assassin droid, therefore possessing a very high level of intelligence and efficiency, beyond that of the average meatbag." The only meatbag he would consider to be potentially better than he was would be his Master. She could be almost droid-like in her thinking, and often surpassed him in terms of cruelty.

"Negative: I have been operating with a meatbag assassin. Observation: Large groups always seem to be the ones going the slowest and bleeding the most." He was going to overlook his own injuries for the moment. Most of them had gone relatively unnoticed when he had received them, thanks to his complete disregard for anyone's safety. His burns from being struck by lightning were still faintly visible along his neck and hands, however. That had hurt.

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A mechanical being? That was definitely a first. In a way, though, Rukia could sympathize with HK-47; she was used to inhabiting a body made up of spiritual energy, and being trapped in a gigai - especially one this weak - was frustrating. She nodded. "I think I understand how you feel," she said. "At least to a degree. This is not my real body, either."

She had heard talk of some patients being assassins, but had not yet met one. "What's his name?" she asked. Chuckling at his 'observation', Rukia added, "I'll grant you that large groups do move a lot slower. But I don't know about bleeding the most. You don't seem to have escaped injury." She indicated the fading burns on the exposed parts of his skin.