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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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The old Aya would have snapped at Omi to look harder, this one merely rolled his fingers into tight fists and arched up to his toes to see better.
"I'll go find him," he said then. It was more a question than a suggestion, waiting for Omi's command.
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He kind of wanted to kick him for even suggesting it.
Instead, he didn't bother taking his eyes off the crowd. "How are you going to find him, on the ground, by yourself, in that?"
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"I'd find a way," he said coldly, mostly to himself. If the goal was important enough, methods were aside the point. The assassin found this the most pleasing thought.
"Lets move," he suggested, glancing around coolly. "A little to the direction you saw Yohji in."
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"Fine. This way, then. And no running off on your own." Omi gave Aya his 'I really really mean it' glare, then hopped down off the table and started trying to pick his way through the cafeteria without attracting attention.
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He followed Omi's lead silently, noting every possible improvised weapon on their way. Every group of people they approached he had killed in his mind already. But as long as Omi wouldn't indicate the need to take them out, he wouldn't.
Aya hated it. It made him feel dirty, dirtier than he always felt. But sometimes it made the fear and worry easier to bear. To think like a killer.
"I can see Balinese now," he stated after they had moved around the fight a little. "Should we head to him or look for Siperian first?"
The codenames were silly, Aya hated them too. But four years of practice made them stick, and slip out unconsciously.
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"Siberian's location is unknown. Might as well take care of one problem at a time."