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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Ed wasn't religious by any stretch of the imagination (quite the opposite in fact), and normally the chapel would have been the last place that he wanted to go (really, he wanted to eat), but the lure of seeing Martin Landel face to face was too much for him to ignore, especially after he'd missed the chance last time.

A week ago. Had it really been a week? That meant that he'd been here... oh eleven days? Twelve? It worried him that he couldn't keep count anymore.

He took up a position near the back of the chapel, resting his feet against the pew in front of him. If he didn;t turn up, he could always have a sleep, he supposed.

[Waiting for Adel]

A week had passed since the last time Adelheid had led an attack against Martin Landel... and had failed miserably to accomplish more than realizing how powerful the human orderlies were in the daylight. That thought was haunting and welcome at the same time; on the one hand, it was a week that he'd been stuck in this place, unable to free himself from the clutches of the Institute. On the other hand, he had survived. Considering the number of people who'd fallen by the wayside, that in and of itself said something.

What, however, was an extremely good question.

But the lure of hoping to try his luck against the Head Doctor one more time was far too much. Adelheid had gone to the chapel again, hoping that this time he could accomplish more- if the man had the courage to show his face once more. If not, then the chapel's peace was good in and of itself. And who knew? Adelheid was closer to a 'god' than what anyone else could imagine; the idea that someone else could scoff at said deity was rather amusing in his opinion. That was why he sat down next to a familiar shock of golden hair, smiling softly as he turned to Edward. The boy, despite his lazy look, had an intent gleam in his eyes; clearly, he was waiting for the same thing Adelheid was. "You had the same idea as I did, didn't you?"

Ed looked up when Adel approached, returning his smile with a slightly wild one of his own. Last night had left him wanting to fight, renewing his determination to get out of this place. The anticipation of possibly seeing the Head Doctor was only making it worse.

"I guess I must have," he said, knowing what Adel meant without having to ask. What else could be meant by it?

"If he turns up, I know who I'm aiming for, and if he doesn't then this is as good a place as any to sleep in," he added cheekily.

Whereas Adelheid was still a little battered from the brunt of fighting an orderly and an Aquila; his hands were still sore and bruised from channeling his ki, and fighting was not something he wanted to do, usually. But if the Head Doctor showed up? That weariness would be gone in an instant. If anything could drive Adelheid to superhuman endeavors, it'd be the Head Doctor.

Just a shame he hadn't been in the town.

The teenager chuckled as he stretched out his long legs, keeping on the right side of Edward so that his false eye wasn't easily visible, and easily answered, "You aren't supposed to sleep in church, so I hope he shows up. If that happens... I think I won't make the same mistake as last time."

Adel looked tired too. He wasn't surprised after what had happened last night. It would wear anyone out, even without having to perform alchemy or use power like Adel could. But still they hoped to try their chances against the Head Doctor.

"I can sleep in a chruch if I want to," he replied. What was a church to him? It was a dead religion where he was from. "If he shows up, then we've got each other to back us up this time."

Hah, wasn't that amusing? Adelheid had forgotten how brightly a skeptic Edward could be. That wasn't a luxury he had on his own world, but... well, he'd already known that his world wasn't exactly the easiest to live in. Perhaps that was why he'd managed to survive for so long? It was a morbid way to put it, but still, the possibility was there.

"I suppose that's fine, if it's not dedicated to any deity," Adelheid mused out loud. It was amazingly irreverent to him, but Edward was not him- very thankfully. But what Ed was saying after that made Adelheid grin as well. He knew that Edward Elric was a strong fighter, and Ed wasn't tired; that meant they could both do rather well. "I have a plan, if he does show up. This time, one of us is at least going to make him think twice before trying to taunt us."

Ed shrugged dismissively. "I napped in the Temple Of Leto," he said. "Admittedly, that was a religion designed to prey on the people foolish enough to believe it and relieve them of their money and create an army before I destroyed it, but its the same thing." He smiled slightly at Adel. "Religion isn't really done in Amestris." The Ishbalans had their religion of course, and there were folk religions, but the majority of the country weren't so interested.

He smirked, anticipation growing within him. "We'll make them regret what they've done."

Day 29: Chapel

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