Day 31: Sun Room (Fourth Shift)

[screwthegods]

Though perhaps not entirely as successful as he wanted it to be, Homura walked away from lunch feeling satisfied with his efforts. Roland and Fai both had shown interest in the goal, and that was enough for the moment. Homura could be patient, had already been for five hundred years, and felt no harm in waiting another five hundred if he had to. He would have his goals realized, no matter what obstacles he faced, be they from the prison or those trapped within.

But now was time for business of a different sort, and the demi-god made his way to the Sun Room, near the common board. He made sure he could be seen from the entrance to the cafeteria, knowing that one stranger and one member of his own group both wanted to meet with him. It worked out well enough, especially given that the stated purpose of the History Club was simple.

Revenge and escape.

For now, Homura had no intention of revealing that it'd grown more complicated than that.

[Waiting for L and Junior]

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[demon-beast.livejournal.com]

"I always imagined it would be like this," Argilla admitted. "It was..." she paused, searching for the right word. Disappointing seemed so woefully inadequate. "It was painful when we woke up in the city and saw what it was like." Just as full of demons and death as the Junkyard had been.

She frowned slightly at his request. She didn't like the thought of Roland being manipulated like that. "I guess I have the most chance if we have to fight Indra, but how do you expect me to know if you've been taken? And you'll have to point this Hitsugaya out to me."

[intoindra.livejournal.com]

"It might never go back, to be honest. With most of the vegetation dead and gone, and with no seed stores... the environment may never recover." It was a melancholy thought. His home world may never be lush and green again; for all the science and power man had thought they'd wrested from God, He'd just turned around and slapped them down into a prehistoric age. Just in time for the asuras to get caught in the crossfire.

...now there were only three, and Fred was all alone. Though he didn't want to admit it, that thought tethered him where he was. He wanted Greg alive, but Fred needed his own life as well. So what course could he take?

"My room's M40; if I'm not taken, I'll leave a note behind so you won't have to worry about it. If I am, then... I don't expect you to fight against Indra. Just to explain the situation with Hitsugaya. And above all, not to reveal who you really are." He looked at Argilla with a concerned, conflicted look on his face. He knew that she could generally handle herself, but like the other members of Embryon- save Gale- she was rash and impulsive. If she took on Indra, she'd be eaten, it was that simple. And he didn't want to risk her identity becoming obvious, even if she went with Hitsugaya. On the other hand, if he stood the shinigami up, then the chances for an alliance would plummet.

A difficult decision to make. That was the reason he didn't describe the shinigami. Not yet. Not until he'd made up his mind on all those small particulars.

[demon-beast.livejournal.com]

Argilla's face fell slightly at Roland's admission. It might never become the Nirvana it should have been? "Then what kind of world is Fred gonna' live in?" she asked. What was the point if, even if they saved the world, there wasn't going to be much change?

"M40, right," she said with a nod. She could check that at least. She returned Roland's look firmly. "What am I supposed to say about how I know then? That I've been checking up on you?"