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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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He leaned back, to take a nice long sip of juice. "Oh, what do I like? The flavors, the textures, the styles all vary so much. Raw fruits and vegetables, cooked pastries, cereal with milk, biscuits with gravy, sausages, bacon, chopped potatoes in little cylinders..." He smiled widely. "But I like the sweets the best."
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He stopped himself. He couldn't very well say during the Civil war. "...my youth. You don't know finger lickin' like THAT shit."
The Fable shoveled some more food into his mouth before adding, "Mysterious priest? Catholic or something else?" Jack had nothing specific against holy men, though he suspected they might not think so fondly on him.
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And perhaps he could even avoid Hellmaster and the princess that long. Oh, wishful thinking...
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He gave the Mazoku a looking over. "Xelloss? What kind of name is that?" Jack wondered if it was some obscure Nordic or Germanic name. Then again, maybe it was another one of those weird Asian names.
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As for changing the man's cravings and ruining breakfast for him, it was a small but delicious beginning to the day. Xelloss finished his roll. "Really, you aren't hungry anymore, because you thought of something more delicious than what you were eating? How unusual."
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It was hard for the Fable to imagine a holy man being content with their place in life. Sure, they were supposed to have given up everything for their faith in god, but anyone could claim that for the free room and board. Then again, maybe Xelloss was the rare priest who actually did have an unwavering devotion to the lord.
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He drummed his fingers on the table, sighing. He was hungry, but nothing appealed to his appetite anymore. Maybe he would just suck it up and eat for the sake of eating, but that seemed bit of a disappointment.
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"Actually, I believe what I want... is seconds. Are you going to finish that?" And he wanted the destruction of all, but that was really not a current pressing issue in these circumstances.
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He motioned to the tray. "And no, you've effectively killed my appetite, so go to town."
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My, what a reaction. And he'd hardly been trying. Ah, it was so tragic to think this meal would have to end. Xelloss resolved to enjoy every bite of it--and every bit of appetite-killing he inspired in John--to the fullest.
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Innocent questions, right? Innocent enough, he hoped.
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"But I suppose," He added, making fun of the priest's alleged occupation. "You aren't really allowed to have much extra cash in your profession, huh?" It didn't matter that Xelloss had denied being Catholic; that was still the only image that came to the Giant Killer's mind.
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"No, I don't tend to carry much cash with me. But I do enjoy my meals."
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He continued to probe. "Which of the films did you like the best? Wasn't Jack Horner amazing? Didn't you want to be just like him? Or, at least, tell people about him?" He smiled congenially. "You know, no one else remembered me, which makes me think you might be from my world."
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He drummed his fingers on the table. "God, I wish I'd found some booze last night."
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If only he could have been granted the same curse...
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"Then again," He glowered, looking around the room. "For every person I've escaped, there's a new face here to take their place in annoying me."
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For example, Mazoku lords and human princesses obsessed with justice...
"It's terrible that, with all of us in the same situation, we can't join forces peacefully to try and find a proper exit. Don't you think so?"
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"Have you had any luck gettin' anywhere out of here? Obviously not too successful, since you're here talking to me..."
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