Day 30: Cafeteria, Dinner

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The cafeteria was all but empty when Zelnick got there. He was a little disappointed; he had gotten the impression that patients usually ate dinner in their rooms, so he hadn't arranged to meet anyone, and there really wasn't anyone to sit by and engage in conversation yet.

Quietly, he collected dinner and a big glass of orange juice, and chose a seat near the food-serving counters. Talking for so long had made him thirsty... and, well, fruit juice was a luxury he had missed.

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Frey was more than a little alarmed by Sierra's words. After what he'd seen during the riot this morning he was quite sure that breaking the barriers in this place would not be so easy, and in fact he was quite concerned that Sierra would hurt herself trying. But obviously she also had a great deal of pride and Frey didn't know how to advise caution without insulting her; it had always been Lyon or Aunt Sialeeds who had done the talking in situations like this, or Lucretia who would come up with some brilliant plan...

Well, what would Lucretia do, in such a situation? Something clever and indirect, probably. Frey knew he'd never be the genius Lucretia was, but surely he could manage something? Tentatively, Frey addressed the Star Dragon Sword. "I've noticed, since coming here, that my Rune seems to be weakened somehow. Is this the case with yours, as well, Mr. ... uh... Sword?" Maybe Sierra would take the hint and realise that there was more than just lack of rest affecting her powers.

... But probably not.

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"I'm free to stay, too," Sierra shot back. Like she'd give him the satisfaction of throwing her out. It wasn't like the table was his or anything, and it wasn't like she had even come here to talk to him. Or noticed him at all. His new form was ugly and unremarkable, she decided. It suited his personality. Though the words went unsaid, a superior smirk appeared on her face at the thought.

And when Frey brought up Night's powers she couldn't help but interrupt. "Can't you tell just by looking at him?"

Not only had the ruse increased the antagonism between Sierra and the Sword, the implicit message was brushed off by its intended recipient. After all, Frey's rune wasn't the actual Sun Rune, and Night had no bearer to channel its power through. Sierra fully expected that she and the Moon Rune together could break through an attempt to suppress them where the other two could not.

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His intense gaze was directed away from his quarry as Frey questioned him, and after a few lingering moments, the Star Dragon Sword’s gaze slide over to the Prince. “The majority of my abilities have been sealed away, but my capability to affect the undead appears to remain despite being somewhat limited.” That’s what he’d been able to figure out after fighting against that pile of rotting flesh the previous night.

It was such a dishonour to his very existence to be weakened in such a way, and while he loathed admitting to such details, the Night Rune was more than well aware of the situation. He held no doubt that Sierra would antagonise him for such inconveniences, but he also held no doubt that she was affected to some degree even if it wasn’t to the same level as he was. Whatever higher power she thought she had, the Star Dragon Sword had been within these walls longer, and knew far well that Sierra’s apparent easy escape plan would not unfold in her favour anytime soon.

“You’ll need to test both of your runes tonight to properly assess how much power remains.” He muttered to them both despite the fact that Sierra was being difficult. He was certain that she would have done such things even without his words, but the aura he was gaining from Frey told him that the young Prince would probably hold off on such actions. “Even if you attempt to keep your trial away from the eyes of others – it still needs to be done.”

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Frey managed to resist the temptation to just put his head down on the table and cry. While this was all very frustrating, it was far from the worst thing he'd ever been through and it would be silly and childish to cry over petty things. He did close his eyes for a moment, however, to regain his composure. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't know what Rune Mr. Sword has, or why his appearance would tell me anything about it."

Placing his hands flat on the table's surface, palms down, to keep them from shaking from all this stress, Frey managed a wan smile and said, "As for testing my Rune, from the sound of things I won't have much choice. I arranged to work with the Arts & Crafts club tonight, and my team is apparently going to the basement."

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Sierra frowned and crossed her arms. She thought that she and the Moon Rune were in a better position than Night, but he was still a True Rune, and the one that could harm her at that. "He's the Night Rune," she told Frey offhandedly, still considering the Sword's words.

Frey's suggestion that the Sword was weakened hadn't bothered her, but the Sword so bluntly admitting it did. She knew, on some level, that he wasn't the sort to admit to weakness any more than she was.

"I was planning to," she said, though she hadn't been. His admission had convinced her that it might be a good idea, but she wasn't about to let him think he could tell her what to do.

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The Star Dragon Sword glanced from Frey and over to Sierra as she offhandedly replied to the Prince’s question. He made not attempt to verbally add anything further, but instead, gave one sharp nod in return to confirm her words.

He felt an eyebrow rise up in surprise at Frey’s following words, and muttered irritably. “I would use caution down there I suspect that the lower regions of this institution are nothing but a trap for us patients.” Ever since he’d arrived here there had been numerous intercom messages urging them to head down lower, but if there was one thing he knew about megalomaniacal humans, it was their final destination was never in the basement, but in the highest peaks of their castles. He doubted that the rule was any different here either.

“And what of you Sierra?” The Night Rune asked gruffly as his amber gaze slid over to the vampiress. He would never verbally admit that she was one of the few who he would look out for, and despite her stubborn nature and foul temperament, he would look out for those who were connected to his rune and she was no exception. Frey’s connection with the Dawn Rune also placed the boy into that category – even if that damn rune was brought into creation because of himself and that blasted Sun Rune.

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"Oh! Oh, I'm so sorry!" The Night Rune? He was that sword? Oh, dear. Frey felt terrible for not realising. "Zerase only ever referred to it--I mean you--as the 'Sword of Night', so I didn't make the connection. My apologies." No wonder the little man reminded Frey of the Star Rune bearer--or the other way around, more accurately. Like father, like daughter.

Frey nodded at the sword's advice to be careful. "I'll be cautious. I'm sure my group wouldn't mind a little extra help, if you wish to come as well. Traps often hide important things, after all. It seems worth investigating."

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Sierra had wanted to sleep, but that unfortunately was no longer an option.

"I'll have a look around," she said simply. She hadn't joined any group, and she didn't really intend to, though if anyone useful appeared she couldn't say she wouldn't let them help her. Accomplices had their place, even for her. So long as they knew where they stood...