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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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Perhaps this was why most shinigami weren't human long before they died. Most shinigami couldn't remember much, if anything, of their human lives. Momo equated this to them all being very young when they died, but maybe it was just the years of duty dealing with things the majority of humans couldn't even see preying upon them that created such a detachment to their former human lives that they lose connection to the very beings they are to protect. Momo herself could only barely remember the faces of her parents at this point. Give her another decade and she might not even remember that.
"Maybe I'm the one that's broken," she muttered. "I should have been compassionate and yet I wasn't." She sighed. "I wish I could remember what it was to be human. Maybe I would have made a better choice and not shattered her psyche as well as that of her friend." She really was a horrible person.
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"Maybe you should find a friend or something to talk about this to?" she suggested. She didn't do this sort of thing. She wasn't helpful, and she wasn't good at listening to other people's problems. Even when they were friends.
"I'm...not really good with this sort of thing," she added, helplessly.
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She chuckled again mirthlessly. "It's actually nice to tell this to someone who doesn't know who I am, that I know nothing of nor seems to care one bit about me or anything I've done. It's terribly impolite for me to not have introduced myself, but I don't care to nor do I really care to know your name either. The less I know, the less I may end up inadvertently hurting you in the future."
"But you are right; I shouldn't bother you with my sudden inadequacies. I've done nothing but use you and your coincidental presence as a wall to bounce my thoughts off of. How improper and becoming of me," she added on with a heavy sigh. "I won't bother you anymore with it."
Momo ate a bit more of her apple in silence before she tilted her head slightly. "Though from your lack of reaction to my comment on wanting to remember what it was like to be human, you either aren't human yourself or are used to being around non-humans. I could check and see for myself, but I don't think I have the energy to do so and I'd rather not bleed all over my plate."
The shinigami shrugged a little and picked up another piece of apple.
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"I'm mostly human," Lyta said simply. Mostly human, a little bit Vorlon, and a whole lot of doomsday weapon. "I mean, I am human, I've just... been enhanced a little bit." The planet-exploding mental capabilities, the gills... standard humanity upgrade, as far as the Vorlons were concerned.
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"Interesting," she replied. "Enhanced through evolution or through engineering?" She hoped it was evolution as some of the things the 12th Division created through their engineering were pretty scary.
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"Technically evolution. But let's just say evolution was enticed to work a little bit faster in me." The Vorlons fancied themselves Gods. Hell, maybe they were God.
She was aware, through all six of her senses, that something was happening. Something big. The sudden sensations that slammed into her mind blinded her for a moment, and she pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes with a sharp curse.
"The hell...?"
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"Ah," she replied. "Odd place you must be from."
The woman's sudden curse and reaction, almost as if she was suffering from her own form of spiritual backlash, drew the shinigami's attention. She tilted her head at the woman, watching her briefly, before the sounds of a fight drew her attention. She shifted in her seat to look around at the brawl breaking out across the cafeteria.
"Great," she muttered. Humans really were such sheep at times. Yet, there were more than just humans in the mob.
Momo sighed heavily and climbed up to sit on top of the table, giving herself higher ground. She had no intention of joining the fight, but decided she'd at least get a better vantage point and maybe avoid getting hit by a flying body or tray accidentally.
She calmly took a bite of her apple and then gestured to the brawl with the uneaten half. "You see, this is another one of those human reactions I'm not quite understanding anymore. You see a bunch of people fighting, so you feel you need to join in. Little sense here as they're all going to get sedated."
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Lyta hated fights in her vicinity when she couldn't block things out. "It's too much," she tried to explain, closing her eyes against the stabbing pain in her head. "Too many thoughts...too much emotion... I can't block it out..."
Instead of getting a better vantage point, she put her head down on the table and tried as hard as she could to erect her mental defenses against it all.
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In fact, with everything going on the room, between the staff and the patients as well as that song she could hear over the sounds of the fight, it was a wonder the woman hadn't passed out from overload. Momo's face softened a little, sympathizing as much as she could, as she imagined the pain. Without thinking about it, she reached her hand out to place it up the woman's arm in a gesture of comfort as her eyes took in the action behind her breakfast companion.