damned_institute | Day 29: Chapel

Hiei didn't give a damn about religious services, meditation, or pretending to be social. The always sudden waking after night put him in a bad mood, this one particularly so. Even with Kurikara licking him like some perverted moron, the warmth the dragon provided was welcome in Hiei's bed, and missing when he woke, giving the surrounding air a greater sense of chill.

But the perfect thing to relieve his anger might just be making an appearance that morning, and that at least gave Hiei hope for a decent day.

Hopefully Kurikara and Kurama both would be clever enough to figure it out for themselves. Without hesitation, Hiei demanded to be led to the temple, taking a seat in one of the rear pews. Humans had a way of overdoing things, and this place wasn't really much exception to that. Granted Hiei's limited knowledge prevented him from realizing there were much more outrageous churches, but to the demon, the colored pieces of glass and polished wood seemed to be much.

It didn't matter, however. Either could be turned into weapons, perfect objects to slice into that damned head doctor's throat or bash in his skull. That was a thought worth grinning about.

[Feel free to pester. Just, uh, be aware that he's not exactly nice.]

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She'd been so preoccupied with "this is Wolverine" that she hadn't recognized his figure from last night. In the dark, among the chaos, it hadn't been clear who he was. But sitting here, she realized he was the third figure fighting with them.

"I...wasn't hurt badly," she said, wondering if he'd buy it. Probably not, but even though she knew she shared his ability, it just didn't seem wise to blurt out that kind of information right off the bat. His smile put her more at ease, though, and Claire smiled back softly. If he pressed, she knew she'd confess in the end.

It seemed there was a varying level of willingness among the patients here to openly discuss who they were and what they could do. On the one hand, there were people like himself who would gladly announce their 'abilities' to all and sundry, and others, like the version of Parker in here, and this girl too, who were coy about it, like it was something to keep secret or even to be ashamed of. Logan could justify his stance to himself; he'd picked the kind of mess they were in, if not the exact reasoning behind it, and decided that he would try and make himself as useful to others, to the group cause of stopping Landel and getting out of this place, which to him meant proving what he could do towards aiding said cause, and thus revealing his abilities. Besides, it was hardly as though anyone would be able to use such knowledge to a negative advantage. And he had no doubt that Landel knew what he was capable of.

Logan decided to press the issue, but not out of a cruel desire to deliberately make the girl uncomfortable; he just wanted more information, and was curious to know why this girl (if she indeed did have a healing factor as he strongly suspected) was seemingly able to heal so much faster than he currently was. But if she became noticeably distressed by the topic, he'd change it.

"Sorry if I'm makin' ya uncomfortable darlin', I'm jus'...doin' some research, ya might say. I've come 'cross a number o' 'patients' who've got 'emselves some nifty li'l...gifts up their sleeves. 'S actually pretty common where I come from. An' I don' wanna soun' accusin' or anythin', but I'm jus' curious as ta how ya coulda' been scratched up a treat las' night, an' yet here y'are now, pretty as a picture." He hoped he wasn't being too confronting. Logan wanted to make allies, not enemies.

Claire shook her head, letting him know the topic didn't really bother her. If anything, she wanted him to know. She was tired of having to always lie, always being afraid of what someone would do if she found out. Besides, he didn't seem like he meant any harm - just curious.

"I just..." Claire shifted nervously before sliding a little closer to him, nearly whispering. "Deal with injuries really well." That was a simple way to phrase it, anyway.

"I've met a few people with different...gifts," she admitted, for lack of a better word. "But only one from where I came from." Peter had been the only other person with abilities that she'd met, and he could heal too. Thinking about it now, nearly everyone she'd met had some kind of healing ability.

Logan could tell from her body language that the subject wasn't going to be a problem. That was good. And her words only served to confirm what he'd already suspected, it just seemed so strange that her abilities hadn't been as hampered as his own.

"Heh, I kinda suspected as much." He said, keeping the easy smile on. "Yer not alone, darlin', in tha' regard at least. Let's jus' say ya ain' tha only one who...heals fast." There was no point in skirting around the issue anymore; no longer any reason to use obscure semantics. "I got me tha same talent. Jus' one thing confuses me tho'...my ability ta deal wit' takin' a batterin's bein' hampered by somethin' Landel's got cooked up. An' I ain' tha only one. I met me a few people here experiencin' similar problems, as if part o' Landel's hol' on us comes from bein' able ta stop us usin' our full 'powers'." It might have sounded a bit cheesy saying it like that, but Logan paid it no mind. After all, words like 'powers', 'abilities' and 'mutant' were pretty standard parts of the general lexicon where he was from. He didn't bother wasting time asking if Claire was a mutant. He'd asked others, and all he got was a blank look. Apparently, there was more than one way to become...special across the gamut of universes the patients here called home.

"So tha's kinda why I approached ya. Yer healin' ability seems ta be workin' a lot better than mine where we are now, a' least as far as I can tell." He lifted his arms slightly, which were bandaged as a result of the amount of flesh he'd lost blocking the orderly's attacks the night before. He could feel the scabs forming, a sensation he wasn't used to since he normally wouldn't even have scars after this long. "I usedta be able ta come back from tha dead," he said, as if it was an everyday conversation about something incredibly mundane. "An' now, well, let's jus' say I ain' even sure how much punishmen' I can take..." He trailed off, wondering if the reason why his healing factor was so much weaker than hers was due to him retaining most of his other abilities.

After all that, it suddenly occurred to Logan that he hadn't even introduced himself yet. For some strange reason though, he had an inkling that she already knew who he was. "Sorry, darlin', I'm fergettin' my manners. All this talk about powers an' stuff, an I don' even know yer name. I'm Logan."

"Come back from the dead..." Claire echoed, then swallowed. "M-me too." That subject was still a bit sensitive for her, and not one she liked revisiting too often, but it was amazing that just a week ago she'd felt entirely alone, and now here she was, talking to a third person who shared her ability.

Claire thought about his words for a second. She remembered Zach telling her something about Wolverine's superhuman senses, and wondered if that had anything to do with how his powers were suppressed. Obi-Wan seemed to retain some various abilities, but they were weak. Was it because healing was her only ability that she wasn't penalized as harshly? However, she wasn't about to tell him she knew about his other skills (that would just be plain creepy and rude), so she kept her thoughts to herself. Maybe she could talk to Wesker about them later.

"I'm not sure...I mean, to be honest, I've been pretty lucky compared to other people," Claire admitted. She'd heard of far more dangerous things lurking in the night than just nurses, and she'd done a fairly good job of avoiding trouble with even them. "I haven't really had the chance to test myself..."

She shook her head suddenly, breaking her train of thought. It would be rude of her to not give her name when he'd given his. "I'm Claire," she said, giving him another small smile.

Day 29: Chapel

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