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damned_institute2008-01-11 12:55 pm
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Entry tags:
- dean winchester,
- eddie brock,
- haseo,
- hiei,
- hinamori momo,
- hisoka,
- hitsugaya,
- javert,
- kikyo,
- kurikara,
- l,
- leon (so2),
- m,
- naomi,
- omi,
- oriya,
- peter petrelli,
- ritsuka,
- sam winchester,
- sheska,
- soubi,
- sparda,
- subzero,
- usopp
Day 29: Courtyard
Hiei easily grew sick of the same walls--not to mention the same idiots always within those walls--and while not perfect, the chance to go outside was better than lingering in the boundaries of that damned prison. So when the chance came, the demon was quick to leap on it, heading outside almost quick enough to make a nurse wonder if he was attempting escape.
Almost.
But there were things Hiei had to take care of before he left this place, and first came sorting through his thoughts. Kurama was gone; the demon was sure of it, even without the use of his Jagan. The fox was one of the people Hiei was closest to, one of the few Hiei would admit being close to, and his presence weighed heavily on the demon, nearly as heavy as his absence.
It made him angry, that Kurama had vanished. Be it by escape or some other circumstance (which Hiei barely considered possible, only by his own refusal), the fox should be there with him, fighting with him. That was how they worked, supposedly. As a team.
Now Hiei would have to do without. And he would be fine with that, eventually. For now it was annoying, but that would pass. Perhaps quicker with a nap, and the demon moved under one of the trees. He didn't care that it was colder in the shade; his contrasting origins mixed with his stubbornness kept the weather from bothering him too much. Closing his eyes, he relaxed against the bark, as much as he could given the circumstances, and hoped for a lack of bothering.
Almost.
But there were things Hiei had to take care of before he left this place, and first came sorting through his thoughts. Kurama was gone; the demon was sure of it, even without the use of his Jagan. The fox was one of the people Hiei was closest to, one of the few Hiei would admit being close to, and his presence weighed heavily on the demon, nearly as heavy as his absence.
It made him angry, that Kurama had vanished. Be it by escape or some other circumstance (which Hiei barely considered possible, only by his own refusal), the fox should be there with him, fighting with him. That was how they worked, supposedly. As a team.
Now Hiei would have to do without. And he would be fine with that, eventually. For now it was annoying, but that would pass. Perhaps quicker with a nap, and the demon moved under one of the trees. He didn't care that it was colder in the shade; his contrasting origins mixed with his stubbornness kept the weather from bothering him too much. Closing his eyes, he relaxed against the bark, as much as he could given the circumstances, and hoped for a lack of bothering.
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After all, unlike a large majority of the modern aristocracy, M actually did something.
But, eyes settling briefly on him before they returned to her slow survey of the grounds, she reflected casually that "I think I should like to take a walk along the walls while the daylight holds. Would you care to join me in it?"
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She certainly was an interesting woman, and despite her claim that she did not deserve the title 'Lady', he was going to persist in calling her that for as long as she called him 'Mr. Sparda."
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"Hopefully, I've not lost the knack. But it appears they have some very fine creeper vines on it, from this distance. Do you have much of an eye for gardens, Mr. Sparda?"
The undeclared battle of titles, it appeared, was set to go on for some time.
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"Did you study architecture when you were younger, Lady Emma?" There were really only so many reasons to pay much attention to walls, and architecture was the most harmless he could think of.
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"It was a long time ago in Berlin," she expanded slightly more, and paired it with a look up and sideways at Sparda to see if this prompted any recognition.
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"It was not the best wall to look at, but I suppose it was impressive as far as walls go," Sparda replied calmly. He had been in Berlin a few times, but those had not been pleasant trips, chasing down stray demons was even more difficult when he had to be wary of humans attacking him as well.
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"At the beginning, it was little more than a glorified barricade. By the time it came down, though, it was something along these lines."
She rose, slow and careful and not entirely for show with those qualities, and opined in a casual, conversational undertone that "And yet... people still went over it."
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Even with the Temen Ni Gru sealed demons slipped by, and despite the way demons looked down on humans, the shorter-lived beings were quite clever.
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M's voice was vague as she asked this, the tone one of intellectual exercise as she crouched down again to inspect a small rosebush. Her gaze, flicked up over her shoulder at him, was anything but.
(Her hands, quisling provinces, displayed what might be a hidden fondness for gardening after all, as they adjusted the covering of mulch around the rose's root ball.)
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Momo approached the two, right arm in a sling and the left side of her face obscured by her hair. She stopped a repectable distance from the pair, close enough to be noticed, but not enough to overtly intrude. She needed to speak to Sparda and with the day drawing to a close soon, she needed to talk to him now. Yet, her urgency to do the things she was doing before Aizen could not override her sense of politeness. She stayed silent until she was noticed by the tall man.
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When he saw the woman from last night out of the corner of the eye he turned to face her.
"I do not believe we were properly introduced last night, I am Sparda."
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She favoured Momo with a cautious look, which was then followed by an arched eyebrow as she took in the sling.
"Fell in the shower, did you?"
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She turned to the older woman, her hair falling back to reveal the bloody thing that was her left eye and the spiderwork of broken blood vessels that snaked down the side of her face. "You as well, ma'am." She glanced down at the sling. "They tell me I got into a fight last night with my roommate - whom I haven't seen for several days. Must be something wrong with my memory," she said dryly.
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He moved a little closer to look at the wounds on her face. Assuming that Momo wasn't entirely human, as humans didn't glow the way she had last night, it was impossible for him to guess how long the injuries would take to heal, and how severe they really were, but he suspected that she would heal much more quickly than a normal human.
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She refused to think of it as her skirt. Flowers belonged in gardens, not trapped and hideous on fabric.
"If you two have business to discuss, I'll go shove off for a bit," she assured.
The wall wouldn't inspect itself, after all.
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If her visit with Aizen hadn't mostly convinced her she was back to being dead, as she'd first thought upon waking in this place, she might have sought out a mirror to get a look at it herself. As things stood right now, she just didn't feel moved to see how unpretty she was thanks to the previous night. She was already dead, so why would it matter?
Well, she supposed she should put something of a front up so she didn't weird the others that hadn't quite realized they were already dead. She offered the woman a wane smile as she moved off.
Looking back to Sparda, Momo bowed her head in respect. "Thank you for your assistance last night. I wish we'd done more and I wish I hadn't blacked out before seeing if my bind had worked or not." She sighed a little. "I'll meet you somewhere once our doors open tonight to retrieve the sword. My friend gets a little cranky if she's unarmed," she said with a small smile that never reached her eyes.
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"I will be waiting outside the female patient block door tonight," Sparda informed Momo, since he had already offered to protect Emma, it would be a simple matter of waiting for both females to arrive there.
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Momo had mentioned to Hitsugaya that Sparda might have been interested in Arts & Crafts. so she might as well offer a place to him. "Sparda-san, if you don't already know, I am one of the commanding officers in teh Arts & Crafts club, of which Saber-san is also a member. If you are interested in joining our particular flavor of resistance, we would be more than happy to have you. Strong warriors are always needed."