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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]
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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When the question of his injuries came up, he winced just a bit. "It's not part of the treatment, no." I was right about him being smart. Now I just need to address the problem of how to explain exactly what happened without scaring the kid out of his mind, he thought, taking the last sip of his tea. Putting the mug down, he carefully rested his head on his left hand before proceeding.
"We're in a place called Landel's Institute. During the day, it appears perfectly normal - or as normal as a place like this can - but at night, things change dramatically. Things appear at night that shouldn't exist; monsters and such. I was attacked by one of them last night."
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That relief ended swiftly however: Edgeworth sipped his tea and continued, "We're in a place called Landel's Institute. During the day, it appears perfectly normal - or as normal as a place like this can - but at night, things change dramatically. Things appear at night that shouldn't exist; monsters and such. I was attacked by one of them last night."
"Oh, monsters huh?" Dib cocked his head curiously. "Well, that's kinda- wait WHAT?!" Dib jumped up onto his feet on the bench as his large brain finally made the connection. "Then the leeches! And Rock Guy! And- oh man!" He gathered his hands in front of his face, his tiny fingers writhing in panic and his pupils shrunk in fear. "We have to tell somebody!" he exclaimed. "The doctors need to know-"
Suddenly, his entire body went limp as he had another epiphany, one that was even more hard hitting and obvious than the first. "Wait, lemme guess," Dib said lethargically. "They won't believe you, right?"
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He breathed a small sigh of relief at that - it was clear that any nurses that were in the vicinity would be too preoccupied with the other incidents to notice the small boy jumping on the bench.
"Not only do they not believe you, you're likely to get sedated if you speak too loudly about the monsters." Edgeworth pushed his tray aside - if you looked closely, there might have been a spark of sympathy in his brown eyes, but it passed quickly. "The head doctor is actually the one behind it all, if you want to know the truth. The man's a psychopath."
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What is Landel's, and why is it such a big hub for paranormal activity?
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He knelt next to the prosecutor, a hand worriedly shaking the unscathed shoulder. Quickly checking the man's pulse, trying his best not to panic (for Mr. Edgeworth's sake!), he-
The detective sat bolt upright, colliding with the nurse who was bending over the mattress, daring to observe her patient's condition. Rubbing his forehead, (the unfortunate point of collision), he bombarded the woman with one apology too many. Another nurse entered upon hearing the fuss from outside, a pair of icepacks in her hand as if to claim this was destiny when caring for 'Mr. Coleman'.
He had a lot to think about today, which is why he shoved the pens and notebook into his pocket. It felt like he'd skipped something vital before his nurse (holding the medi-pack to her cheek) asked if he was hurting. He gave a quick glance at the bulky shirt beneath his jacket, bandages binding his neck, chest, shoulder... it was truly remarkable how fast they'd patched him up! If that dull throbbing from the wound wasn't there to bug him, he'd have presumed he'd been miraculously 'healed' like that kid!
First thing's first – Mr. Edgeworth. Imagining the man had identical bandages to him, it was easier than usual to spot his cravat-less colleague in the cafeteria. He loaded his tray with whatever, hesitated, frowned... and then finally decided to approach.
"Sir! I'm so sorry! If I'd known she was rabid, I'd 'a shooed her away!" He didn't sit, nor place his food on the table, stagnant where he was for the moment... with his tray balanced dangerously on one hand as his other held the icepack to his forehead. It seemed he had yet to notice the boy.
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"The creature that attacked me last night was able to take on a human appearance before changing its shape. It was still basically human in form, but with claws and fangs in the place of teeth and fingernails, and it lost its ability to speak, screeching instead."
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Of course, that didn't mean anyone else were unable to either, as exemplified when a large man ran up to Edgeworth and started apologizing profusely for something about rabies. Although he seemed to be the exact opposite in nature of Edgeworth, the two seemed to know each other all the same. Curious, Dib chose to sit still and listen to more of what sort of conversation they would have. It would've been kind of weird jumping in himself like the trio had known each other for decades... Which wouldn't be true, even if Dib had lived for more than a decade.
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"Dib, this is a colleague of mine, Detective Gumshoe. Gumshoe, Dib." He left out the part about being a magnet for kids, assuming the detective would figure that out in due time. "We've been speaking about what happened last night, but I had a question for you. I gathered that the monster that attacked us had taken on the appearance of a member of the Fey family, but who was she? I was under the impression Maya was the youngest of Misty's two daughters."
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Gumshoe arched a brow at the boy, turning to Mr. Edgeworth as though seeking clarification. The prosecutor wasn't exactly made for the role of 'father-figure'. Maybe this kid had intellect? The older man gave a bright, friendly smile, tucking the icepack under his elbow (the tray's contents rattling precariously) and offering a hand out to Dib.
"That's right," he added, confirming Mr. Edgeworth's introduction.
He abruptly lowered his free hand as his colleague addressed him, before Dib even had the chance to shake it. The question seemed to bring back some of the initial shock he'd experienced upon having Pearl gnaw a chunk out of him. Colour drained from his face as he shakily set his tray down, dropped the icepack as a result, and picked it up, pressing it on his forehead again.
"Her name's Pearl," he answered plainly. "Maya's cousin." The sight of those eyes, those sharp fangs... it was like something out of a nightmare. Never in his career had he witnessed such a... horrific- ... "Wh- what if... the girl we saw, she- what if she- d'you think she...?" He couldn't say it... "... I hope Pearl is alright," he finished, straightening in stance.
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When suddenly, a loud, ear-shattering alarm rang and echoed throughout the cafeteria. Dib shrieked a bit, swung around, and finally discovered the mass chaos that had been going on the entire time.
"What's going on?!" He asked to no one in particularly. "And how did I not notice any of this until now?" Unfortunately, in his own pandemonium, he did not quite catch what was said on the intercom, and so understandably Dib's confusion increased tenfold when suddenly nurses burst out of nowhere, dragging many patients including him back to their rooms.
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