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damned_institute2008-04-11 09:28 am
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Entry tags:
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- albel,
- allen,
- argilla,
- armand,
- aya,
- dean winchester,
- diva,
- eddie brock,
- edgeworth,
- edward elric,
- fai,
- farfarello,
- gin,
- haku,
- hikaru,
- homura,
- kadaj,
- kagura,
- kaoru,
- ken amada,
- kenshin,
- kurogane,
- light,
- luxord,
- mark,
- matsumoto,
- misa,
- rangiku,
- renji,
- river,
- roland,
- roy,
- rukia,
- schuldig,
- sora,
- subaru,
- usopp,
- zoro
Day 31: Sun Room (Fourth Shift)
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]
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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"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?"