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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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Hitsugaya thought over what else the other man should know briefly, sitting back in his chair. Tonight was when they turned patients, wasn't it? "One more thing to be aware of. At night they...take people. It seems that they alternate their purposes. One night they torture them and experiment on them in cruel and unusual ways. The other night they 'change' them. Convince them that they're working for the institute. Release whatever seals are holding us down. It seems that they aren't allowed to kill prisoners, but they can do quite a bit of damage, depending on who they are. I'll warn you, if you see me or any of my people suggesting that you go back to your room, and if the air feels 'heavy' throughout the entire institute, run."
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The entire thing, though, was forgotten when Hitsugaya spoke next.
Angel snapped his head up, feeling a sense of dread at just the thought. There was absolutely no way he was letting that happen again. The damage in Sunnydale...and that was with people trained to kill things like him. From the way Hitsugaya spoke, it would seem some here didn't even realize vampires existed.
The fact that he apparently wouldn't be able to kill anyone wasn't much of a comfort. Killing his victims was the most merciful thing he ever did. And Rebecca had already proven how easy it was to release his demon, if only temporarily.
"You need to do the same if you see me," he said flatly. "And if you get the chance to put a piece of wood through my heart, take it."
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The second part, however, did not. Hitsugaya never bothered much with the old western vampire myths--like most western legends, they were seldom true and rarely relevant--and so the concept of driving a wooden anything through anyone's heart was lost on him. He raised an eyebrow curiosly at what Angel suggested.
"Why wood?" he asked.
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He hesitated. "It's how you kill a vampire."
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Fights were common during breakfast. Pent up aggression at failed plans and being trapped here seemed to make breakfast the most volatile of the shifts. This, however, was no ordinary scuffle.
This was a riot.
Hitsugaya's eyes widened as he saw patients rising to protect some girl in the center, as more nurses began to rush in and other patients rose up to the challenge. While a group uprising wasn't the worst of ideas, this was unorganized, without function or tactics. They'd cause some damage, but it would be nothing compared to the damage the nurses would do to them.
"Damnit!" he said, tensing at the sight of the nurses and orderlies rushing in to stop the fight. He scanned the room for Momo immediately, and saw with some relief that she was sitting on a table, watching the fight. A few of his soldiers were joining the fray, driven by bloodlust or stupidity, he couldn't tell. Gin and Matsumoto were pilfering through the pockets of any fallen nurses. Good. At least something might come out of this. He'd have to talk to Matsumoto about that later. Artemis was with some girl, keeping out of trouble for once.
All in all, some people were being pulled out by the nurses, but there weren't any innocents he could see getting in the way of the scuffle. Everyone who wasn't engaging in the riot was being smart and getting out of the way. As for the idiots who charged in, well, they deserved what they got. Even Kuchiki-san...
"Don't get involved," Hitsugaya warned Angel, sliding his chair out from the table in case the massive scuffle got to close to them...or in case someone got in the way who didn't deserve to do so. "All these idiots are going to do is get themselves sedated. It seems like everyone else is being smart and getting out of the way..."
Still, he remained watchful of the scene, just in case.
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His gaze fell almost automatically to Skuld, one of the few familiar faces. She seemed to be getting out of the way. It was just about all he could pick out of the chaos. That, and the sharp scent of blood.
No, Hitsugaya really hadn't needed to warn him. The last thing he wanted was to add to the swelling mob. Besides, one look at the participants told him they could handle whatever they'd gotten themselves into; his only concern was the bystanders, but they seemed to have ducked off to the sides all right. For now, anyway.
Sliding his own chair back, his eyes never left the fight.
"Does this happen a lot?"
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"There are always small brawls. People get angry and get in fights. New prisoners rebel against the nurses. Never anything like this..."
Right. And Angel was a vampire. He didn't seem particularly vile of a person, but neither had Aizen. As he spoke, his eyes never left the scuffle. "The fact that you're telling me what you are speaks well for yourself, but I have to warn you. You need to feed, fine. But they'd better be willing subjects...~especially~ if they work with arts and crafts. If you harm any of my men, we'll kill you. That said, I don't plan on treating you any differently from any of the other patients. We have bigger things to worry about."
As much as he didn't want to look away from the riot, knowing what he knew now, he had to get a glimpse of the man's spirit thread. He turned his attention to Angel briefly, focusing on the spirit threads that always lay hidden on the edge of his vision. It stung, but eventually he had them. Angel's thread was definitely not human, but there was something odd about it...something he had never seen before.
Good. That would make it easy to track.
His nose started to bleed, and he stopped focusing. He had a headache now, but it would fade in time. How sad that even such a simple thing hurt so much in this place.
Wiping the blood from his nose, he turned his attention back to the battle.
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He looked over at last. "If I ever feed from anyone at all," he replied quietly, "you'd better kill me."
He was about to leave it at that and turn back to the fight, but Hitsugaya's sudden focus on him and subsequent bloody nose caused him to eye the other curiously, his gaze lingering on the trickle of blood for just a split second longer.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
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He caught Artemis and the girl out of the corner of his eye...making a break for the hall. He looked after them. "What the hell?!?!" he said, wondering just how much Fowl had lost his marbles. "Damnit, Fowl, you're in no condition to make a break for it like that!"
He stood up instinctively, but thought the situation over. There wasn't anything he could do for the boy at this point. The nurses wouldn't buy, "I'm just trying to help the kid," and while he was very stealthy when he wanted to be, he couldn't play possum like Artemis had.
Still, maybe he'd get lucky. It was a better plan than joining the fray...
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"Your what?" he asked, before his attention was distracted by—well, everything. And as much as he'd have preferred to do something other than be a spectator, there was really nothing he could do. It usually wasn't this complex—pinpoint the danger and take it out—but with the source of all this being the patients here themselves...
He followed Hitsugaya's line of vision. The nurses looked far too willing at this point to use their needles on any movement that drew the slightest bit of attention.
"You might want to sit down."
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"Sorry," he said. "Reiatsu is...well...it's the strength of your soul. Most people don't have much at all until they die, but everything a god of death does, we do through our reiatsu. The more powerful the reiatsu, the greater potential for power." He glanced back at the way Artemis had gone to see him get pulled to the ground not long past his escape. Just more evidence that any attempt to escape was foolish.
"For some reason, using our abilities here causes us pain...my higher level abilities have all been limited somehow, so I can only do what a cadet straight out of the districts could do...which isn't much."