damned_institute | Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast

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Day 30: Cafeteria, Breakfast

Hitsugaya woke with a start.

His entire body ached, but the pain was nowhere near as bad as it had been the night before. His injuries had been tended two with clean gauze and bandages, and he found every movement wasn't agony. He wasn't in the best of shape, but thanks to the miracle of landel's strange time distortion, he had mostly recovered from the vile poison without having to waste anyone else's talents.

And in his hand, still...there was the key.

He dressed quickly, sliding the key onto the key ring from his desk drawer and stuck it into his pocket. Whether the key stood to gain them anything or not, it stood as a vital reminder that they could succeed in this place. There was hope, as insignificant as it often seemed. They could beat this place.

That small shred of hope made getting up worth it.

The nurse who escorted him to breakfast was cheerful, and commented idly about how wonderful it was to see young Tommy Winters up and about again after his unfortunate run-in with a bad case of food poisoning. He smirked slightly, knowing that any lies the institute forced into their heads were only that: lies. He wouldn't buy it for a second. And on top of that, the concept of muffins sounded almost appetizing. While he still preferred his authentic Japanese cuisine, the food here was slowly becoming more and more bearable. He would have preferred a warm bowl of sweet nattou over rice over the mufffins, but they would do. The plain yogurt and fruit, on the other hand, was excellent. He piled his plate high with fruit as usual, and got several small bowls of yogurt as well.

Finding the most convenient table to the end of the food line, he took a seat and scanned for the new arrivals. New arrivals meant people who would be lost and confused. Renji did a good job of making a bulliten post last time...he should recommend abarai-fukutaicho do the same again this time.

[Waiting for Angel]

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Farfarello scowled at the odd young girl who started talking at him. There was something decidedly off about her, aside from her appalling lack of table manners, so he kept his guard up for the time being. Not that his guard was ever really down, particularly.

Stabbing grumpily at his cereal with his sad little plastic spoon, Farfarello grumbled, "I don't like sugar. I like meat. Red meat." Even if they did cook it too much here, when they served it at all. But even fish would be better than this morning's vegetarian-friendly fare.

Well, Schuldig would probably be happy about all the sugar, though less so about the lack of caffeine. Farfarello scanned the cafeteria briefly, looking for his partner, but not surprisingly the telepath hadn't made an appearance yet--without coffee he was even less of a morning person than Farfarello.

Red, there was red in his hair. White going into red roots. Rhode stared at his hair with a wide-eyed curiosity. It wasn't nearly as dark as the picture she had in her mind of Allen Walker's blood smeared hair, but it was close enough. Lighter, but still close. That alone gave her a reason to find this person interesting. He might have been human, but so was Allen Walker. Anyone with a similarity to her favorite plaything could hold her interest for a while. There was, of course, no replacing the original though.

She pulled on the sticky roll with a hand, then swallowed her current bite before speaking again. "But sugar's good~~~" That was like a law. She pouted a bit when he mentioned meat, licking at the sides of her roll, then perked up when he mentioned red along with it. "You mean bloody meat?" she asked almost hopefully. Anything with blood was also interesting for her.

"Somethin' wrong with my hair, little bit?" Farfarello was quite used to getting stared at, but someone being more interested in his hair than in his many scars and missing eye, well, that was kinda new.

As for the other issue... except for the 'perky' factor, it felt like having this same old argument with Schuldig over sugar. She'd probably love caffeine, too. But meat? That he could get into talking about. "Bloody'd be perfect. They overcook it here though."

"I liiiiiiiiiike it~~~" she answered, grinning, "like bloody snow! <3333"

Scars and missing eyes came second to the hair in her book. She was already used to her victims looking equally as injured, if not worse than this person. And, while his eye was even the same one she'd once gouged out of Allen Walker, she wasn't as impressed by the injury as she was with her own handiwork. Allen's eye had grown back, after all. No eye-patch needed!

She kept on grinning when he indicated a positive about he meat. "Blood's good. Better than sugar even!" She wasn't talking about the meat there, but he was free to think that she was. Details had never been her thing.

For a long moment, Farfarello just stared blankly at Rhode. Bloody snow? Eventually it clicked, and he touched his hair lightly. "Oh. The red. It's just not bleached at the roots, is all." Odd girl. Very odd. Even by Farfarello's standards. Very weird priorities. Well, at least she wasn't blowing sunshine up his arse about Helping Others and Honour or whatever it was do-gooders believed in.

Farfarello was not the least bit concerned with the implications of Rhode's interest in blood. He shrugged lazily and commented, "Watch out for a tall bloke with really long silver hair, name of Sephiroth. His blood's toxic." Yes, he was still bitter about that.

"Hmmm.... thought only girls did that..." she drawled, still a bit curious. Allen Walker hadn't bleached his hair. He could have told people that he did though, just to cover up the real reason. "You're not cursed are you?" Better to ask that then ask if he was a girl, which she would have had the connection with Allen Walker not struck her mind first.

She thought about silver hair when he mentioned it. "I saw someone with silver hair... but it was short. And he was smiling a lot," she recalled, licking some more at her roll, then taking another bite, "Neber foun any blud tosic bufor," she muttered through bites, then swallowed when she realized something, "What kind of a name is Sephiroth?!"

That was a religious name from a couple centuries ago. The Kaballah of Judeasim. Some tree of life thing relating with that false 'god'. She'd only heard his name, and even with the prospect of some fun coloured hair, Rhode did not like this Sephiroth person!

Farfarello rolled his eye briefly. "If you'd like to see my credentials as a male of the species, you're welcome to. The nurses'll yell, though, and that's a serious bother." As for her actual question, Farfarello was going to just completely ignore it because this was a rotten enough morning as it was without getting into the dangerous ground of belief and mysticism and, gasp, religion.

"Lots of people with silver hair in this shithole. But trust me, his stands out even around here. He's a tall bastard, and his hair just about reaches his knees." Jackass. What kind of soldier walked around with hair like that, anyway? "And I don't know why he has that name. He's not even from the right world." Everything about Sephiroth was just ridiculous. And yet he was actually a tough bastard--that was what really galled, that he could fight like he could despite everything about him that didn't make sense.

Innocence (if anyone could think such an evil little girl could have such a thing) was nice at times, and sometimes it wasn't. "Credentials?" she blinked, confused. Just what did he mean like that?

She finished with the roll, then started into a chocolate chip muffin. Sugar really was a good thing; she hadn't gotten to eat anything so sweet in a long time. "Silver hair's pretty, but I don't like that name. It's all religious..." And she certainly didn't like religious things. That was another reason why she had such a problem with her own name. Grace was just as annoying.

Farfarello sighed and closed his eye for a moment. If one had to explain a joke, the point was lost. And he sure as shit wasn't going to explain the birds and the bees to some nutcase kid. "The thing in my pants that girls don't have. I was joking anyway, I'm not actually about to drop trou in the middle of the cafeteria."

In any case, a change of topic was a good thing. "Mm. I recognised the name as well, but he didn't seem to know about the religious connotations; they don't even have Judaism in his world."

She blinked again, still somewhat confused, then went back to nibbling her muffin. "You talk weird," she murmured. Not quite as weird as the Earl did sometimes, but still pretty weird to her. The "drop trou" was especially weird. What was... was... were... trou?! He'd been taking about pants and... stuff...!

Religion wasn't any better a topic, though it was much less confusing for the girl. "Good, his world doesn't need it," she announced firmly. She had no real idea where the Sephiroth person was from, but a world without religion was a wood world. "He does need a new name though!"

"I'm Irish. And as far as I'm concerned, it's you who talks strangely." Had the girl seriously never met anyone who spoke a different type of English before? Or however these things worked here, in terms of translation. Obviously it didn't even out dialect differences, which was a pain. The first time Crawford had said something to him about 'pants' and meant 'trousers', Farfarello had almost hit the man. Fortunately Schuldig had figured out the problem quickly, and explained the UK/Ireland definition of 'pants' to Crawford. Seemed like that sort of problem would continue to happen here.

"I don't know if his world has any other kind of religion, though." Farfarello pretty much only had issues with monotheism in general and the Judeo-Christian tradition specifically. Nature religions and the like didn't seem to result in quite so much fanaticism. But then, he was biased--to him anything looked good compared to Catholicism.

"No, just English English," she explained, probably only making sense to herself. She knew there were a lot of different languages, and they were still spoken in places, but everyone she spoke to who was important spoke the same English. That was the common language of everyone after all.

"As long as it's not the religion that name's from, it's fine. That one's bad." As false as false could get so far as she was concerned. And inaccurate! The things that were included that had happened had be so thoroughly warped it was sad! The story kept the ignorant humans from knowing of the Noah, granted, but it was still wrong. If they had gotten the truth, maybe the war wouldn't have happened and they would have "believed" right to their deaths.

That's what they were doing anyway.

There was no way this kid was English if she found Farfarello's speech strange. But then maybe she was one of those ones from some other time period. Not that she spoke like a Victorian or, horror of horrors, Elizabethan, either. Well, whatever. Not Farfarello's problem.

Farfarello had to smile at her description of Judaism as "bad." Such a simplistic way of looking at things, but he certainly couldn't disagree with the sentiment. "Oh yeah. Very bad."

Since her way of saying it had been a little more than strange, it was no wonder that the man didn't understand that Rhode only meant plain English. Not England English or any other kind of English. Just the regular English she was used to. Thus the double use of the word, emphasizing that there was only one kind of English in her world, both the physical world, and her own dream one.

He probably wasn't used to dealing with such a strange kind of logic as Rhode's where people were expected to get her meaning.

When he gave no indication of whether he understood or not, she didn't try to make him understand (which would have likely gone off on an even more confusing subject) and stuck with the religion subject. He'd just given a very interesting answer after all. "Humans are stupid to follow it and annoying because they do." That's why it was all right to kill them. So stupid and weak.

"Being stupid is one of the few things humans are reliably good at." That he was human himself didn't particularly concern Farfarello; he was hardly what anyone would call an average human, and his nature and inclinations tended to make him very much the outsider. He had no capacity for empathy or mercy, and his only interest in most people was limited to how they could entertain or be useful to him.

She grinned wide at that, flashing one of the brighter smiles she'd managed while being trapped. "They are!" she readily agreed. As strange as it was for someone to be in agreement with her, Rhode accepted it easily. She needed a conversation like with with someone. Now, there was one matter she needed to know before continuing. "Are you human?" she asked, feigning some semblance of innocence. The question had become regular for her to ask, but for the person asked, it was still likely to be strange.

"Physically, yes. But whether or not I have a human soul is apparently debatable." Farfarello chuckled coolly, eye half-lidded with pleasure for a moment as he thought about some of the things his victims had called him. And while he might have wondered at being asked that question--when he hadn't even done anything yet--in another place and time, in this place there were enough non-humans (allegedly) that it was a commonplace thing.

"Hmmmmm~?" she cocked her head once again, now more curious than before. What he said hadn't been exactly what she'd been expecting. It sounded like he was some kind of reverse Akuma - human in body but not in soul. Of course, he could be speaking metaphorically, but Rhode liked taking the more literal meaning of things. It was more fun that way. Lots more fun if she could get a few more positive answers out of him. "Do you like killing humans?"

Farfarello laughed at the way the kid put the question. So forthright! "I do. Very much. Haven't had as much opportunity here as I did at home, but I finally got to kill someone the night before last." Ahh, bliss. His injuries would heal--were healing already, thanks to whatever sped these things up here--but the pleasure he got from just remembering Caim's agonies, oh, that would last him a good long while.

Rhode's face lit up like a kid's at Christmas. She's finally found someone fun! And who wasn't afraid to say so! Even if he might be more human than she probably liked, she knew he had to be one of those insane exceptions that she tolerated much more than the regular, run-of-the-mill humans. Humans that honestly liked killing other humans just for the fun of it and not for some self-righteous reason. Just for fun!

"Ooooo, who, tell meeee~~~?" Now that he'd indicated just how fun he was, she couldn't very well leave him alone. She wanted to gory details! "And how? Slow and painful, I hope? Lotsa blood~~~~~? <3333"

Definitely an odd kid. But then, Farfarello supposed he must have given people much the same impression when he was that age.

"Some mute motherfucker named Caim." Farfarello rolled his eye, snorting in disdain--for a thieving bastard using the name of the first murderer*, Caim had had some serious delusions of righteousness. "And he put up a hell of a fight, but once I got him tied down yeah, it was slow." Farfarello idly touched the bruising along his jaw, noting that the swelling seemed to have died down already. He'd have to get Schuldig to check on his ribs and whatnot, later. "Of course, I don't have most of my favourite tools here, and had to finish before night ran out, but I did what I could."

Slow and painful was the best for a variety of reasons. Rhode's favorite reason was the bases for her next question. "Did he scream~?" she grinned, pressing down on the second muffin she'd yet to nibble as if to squash it, "Or beg?"

"I don't have any of my stuff either..." Stuff meaning her powers which gave her any play tool imaginable. Whatever this guy used, she could likely duplicate or top just with a thought.

"Well, like I said, he was a mute. But he made some great faces when I started skinning him." And most of the rest of the time, too. Caim hadn't been much of a conversationalist, but he'd been really easy to rile up. It was quite funny, really.

"With all the freaks and mutants around here, I'm starting to wonder if there's a lab I could get to. At least I could find some acid that way." Farfarello pouted a little, thinking of all the fun things he couldn't have here. No blowtorch was especially galling. But maybe he could find some pliers and acid.

"Whoops..." she giggled, sticking out her tongue at the mistake. She hadn't really registered the part about the victim being mute due to the more fun details. Like skinning! Oh that made her day! "Did you keep the skin like a trophy?" She would have in a heartbeat. Well, until the Earl told her to take it down because it was too un-lady like... humph!

She considered that there might be a place to get weapons, but she didn't know herself just where. "Probably," she agreed without much extra input.

Farfarello actually pouted, just a little. "I wanted to keep the ear I cut off, but everything was cleaned up by morning." Conveninent in some ways, but he didn't get any trophies.

A lab... he'd have to ask Schuldig. If anyone had been there, Schuldig would know what was in it. A little bit of H₂SO₄ or HClO₄ or HCl... Not much good for actual combat, but really great to fuck people up with. Everyone had to have a hobby, right? Most of Farfarello's involved causing someone else extreme pain and/or disfigurement.

[OOC: Bonus points to any non-chem-majors who can identify all three of those acids without googling them or otherwise looking them up. :P ]

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