damned_institute | Day 29: Cafeteria, Brunch

Hitsugaya left the chapel no less frustrated than before. The head doctor once again had chosen not to hide his face, yet promised he would be making an appearance at some time in the near future. He didn't like being patient, but there wasn't much choice. Either the head doctor would show his face, or he wouldn't. Renji had already seen him, and knew how to find him. That was enough.

The thought of eating made him slightly nauseous as usual, but he knew he needed to get his strength up. He could either be weak and try to force his way through brunch without eating anything, or he could be smart and actually give himself something to eat. And there was rice. Rice and fruit. He took a heaping pile of rice, and grabbed as much watermelon as he could fit on his plate, then proceeded to an empty table. He scanned the room, watching for Momo. He wasn't exactly looking forward to their conversation, knowing how she'd acted yesterday; however, he knew he had to speak to her, and there was a good chance that she would show more restraint now that the drugs were out of her system.

Thoughtfully he consumed his rice and waited.

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The analogy didn't make much sense to Gin, but if Cloud understood, all the better. Keeping up with human inventions, especially ones pertaining to transportation, seemed pointless when a Shinigami could easily open a path to wherever they wanted to go.

"Ha..." Gin listened to the explanation, but wondered if that was really how it was in Cloud's world, or if that was simply what most people there chose to believe. Either way, it was very... different, to say the least, from how things were run in Soul Society.

"Sounds like it keeps things pretty simple," he commented. No Hollows, no other worlds or shinigami or zanpakutou. "In my world, y'see," he hesitated, as if debating whether or not to tell this important secret. That was how the others were acting about it, weren't they? Saying it was just some kind of law enforcement or peace keeping duty? But entrusting someone with important information, or at least what they assumed was important, was good for maintaining their trust.

"We're called Shinigami, ah- Death Gods. N' that business of guiding souls, well... that'd be our job. We take 'em to the other side after they die. Keep 'em from gettin' restless here, ne? So havin' a long life kinda goes with th' territory," he shrugged, though he knew very well that most Shinigami didn't die of old age.

Cloud shrugged a little, not sure on how complicated things could be. He had only stayed very briefly in the lifestream, and the times he had been there had nearly killed him. The experience did not sound at all similar to how Gin's world worked.

Noting the hesitation, he listened a little more carefully. While he was certain that Gin was keeping details from him, he did not think he had heard the man hesitate before this point. That meant the information was deemed of some importance and possibly valuable to those that were from Gin's world.

Well, that seemed to cement it for him. "You are not actually alive, are you? Not in the way that most of us are. You stay on the... other side of the world of the living?" He raised an eyebrow of curiosity. "So, how does one keep souls from getting restless?"

Good, the boy was still listening well enough to have caught it. He'd proved perceptive thus far, which was more than could be said for many others. "Ara," he scratched his head, "Tha's about right. Th' other side there's a place called Soul Society. Most people end up there."

The curiosity was amusing and he didn't mind sharing the information so he leaned in a little closer, one elbow propped up on the table. "When a soul's been stuck here too long, has too many regrets or what have ya, it starts t'get hungry. Ain't the soul's fault, but it gets strong enough, they turn inta somethin' else. Somethin' that c'n hurt people, y'know? They start t'look for... prey t'feed on."

Cloud seemed to have no trouble following so he continued on, "Th' weapons we use're special. Makes th' soul what it was, 'stead of hurtin' it. Then we c'n take it back prop'ly."

He looked down for a moment, letting his smile diminish, "pity though. Ain't much of a place for 'em t'go to."

Soul Society? That sounded like some hippy rock music group from where he was from. Still, the thought of a complete society of dead people in the Lifestream seemed much more satisfying then the thought of just being integrated into one vast body of knowledge and power.

However, there was one little detail he frowned upon. "'Most' people? There is a fraction of the dead population that does not go to Soul Society?"

The thought of a soul getting hungry was preturbing. "So, souls that have too many regrets when they die become monsters that hurt and kill people?" Well, he was glad he was not apart of that Soul Society as he would be hooped.

Raising an eyebrow, he contemplated the thought that souls had no where to go. At least where he was, there was a possibility of coming back. "There is no reincarnation where you are from?"

"Got a lotta questions, don'cha?" he commented. "What's a young thing like you s'worried about death for, mm?" He took another slow drink from his water glass. He did feel a bit stronger than he had this morning, but he was still far from ready to try the food. "But yeah, once in a while, ones that're really nasty, they go to Hell, not Soul Society. I ain't the one t'decide it though."

Explaining the chain that slowly devoured itself would probably take more time than it was worth. So he'd keep things simple. "They can," Gin explained. "S'usually a little while 'fore that happens. Weeks... months sometimes."

Reincarnation was another thing altogether. While many of the Shinigami liked to delude themselves thinking it would happen, others were fairly certain a soul simply became spirit particles, spiritons, which was the very matter that Soul Society was made up of. Recycling more than reincarnation, unfortunately. "Hard t'say for sure. If there is, ain't somethin' I know anythin' about."

Probably because ‘a young thing like him’ had already seen his share of death, dealt it to some, and had eventually fallen into death himself. Plus, the place where Gin came from had such a different world beyond that of the living. It was interesting to know that in some places people did not just become energy and returned back to the planet to fuel the circle of life.

“Just curious,” was all he said though. He did not want to seem like he was too keen on the idea of a soul society beyond the degrading society he came from. People were still people no matter where one went.

He nodded his head, not too sure about reincarnation himself. The best case of reincarnation was materia, but even then, it was just locked up memories solidified with the ability to release the planet’s power. Since Aerith had never come back, he supposed it was safe to assume there was no reincarnation as the ideology entailed. “I do not think we have reincarnation where I come from either. Seems a little complicated for the Lifestream to do as well.”

Day 29: Cafeteria, Brunch

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