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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[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"I'd inferred it from your reference to the Revolution and from your comment about modern technology," Edgeworth said, a bit of a smile on his face. "I'm a prosecutor back home, and in my line of work, you learn to pick up on the small details such as that. You have to, since so many people lie when involved in a criminal affair. I suspect that's one thing that hasn't changed."

Doctor Uzuki? He raised an eyebrow at the man's name. "I wouldn't think the powers that be would be taking doctors, if they had such confidence in their own staff. I agree that your friend is probably better at what he does than they are," the prosecutor said, the smile fading into a frown. He could feel tiny pinpricks of pain at the scar on the back of his neck, and he rubbed at it a bit to try and make that go away.

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

"That's perfectly fine," Roy replied with a nod to Armand. He didn't expect the man to be signing himself and two others up at the drop of a hat, after all. He glanced down at Armand's hands again at the mention of it, wondering briefly what had caused the injuries.

"Just get in contact with me over the bulletin tomorrow once you know for certain." He looked to Edgeworth as he explained himself, and then made a comment about a doctor being a patient. Roy was fairly certain he had heard of it before -- and doctors would be helpful to have around for those exact reasons.

"So this Dr. Uzuki is one of your companions?" he asked. "Who is the other?" He might as well know who he was possibly allowing into his ranks.

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Armand answered Roy simply. "He doesn't think I should be so formal, but none of us are exactly friends yet." Though if they weren't, Armand was beginning to wonder what exactly they were. They had to trust one another for protection, didn't they? "The other man has numbers and letters for a name, but he agreed we could call him Morrison. It's easier to remember. He's tall, with tanned skin and broad, muscular shoulders. I'm afraid he could break me with one hand if he wanted."

He still wasn't entirely convinced by Edgeworth's explanation, but the man did seem genuinely friendly. "I was studying civil law," he said. "I'm sure everything has changed in the intervening years.

Roy's attention to his hands made Armand self-conscious again, but he didn't offer an explanation either. Getting attacked by magical flames was not his fault, but it was still embarrassing.

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"My background is in criminal law, but I did need to take civil classes in school," Edgeworth said - the patch of familiar ground had him well at ease, and if there hadn't been the other gentleman around, he would have been able to go on for hours. As it was, though, he was content to say, "While a lot has changed, the basic principles are quite likely similar to what you remember."

He shifted in his seat when the topic of injuries came up. While his shoulder and arm were no longer as heavily bandaged as they had been the previous day, he was sure the injuries had left scars. Whatever the case was, Miles was sure that it wasn't as embarrassing as what had happened to him. "There's a monster with the ability to change its shape," he said, easing into the story. "A colleague and I were unfortunate enough to encounter it the night before last. I hate to admit it, but it took the form of a little girl, and that little girl almost killed the pair of us."

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

Roy wasn't sure if people really made friends in a place like this. He certainly didn't, even if there were people who he got along with well enough. Then again, he didn't often make friends in general, so he wasn't exactly a good example to judge by. Either way, the group of three sounded promising: a doctor, a fighter, and... whatever Armand was. Roy nodded in response to Armand's explanation, not having anything further to say about it.

Law wasn't a subject Roy was all that familiar with. He wasn't ignorant, but it wasn't something he had studied. He appreciated the fact that the other two were keeping their discussion of it brief enough that he wasn't completely left out.

The topic of injuries was something he could speak on with much more confidence, and the colonel glanced at Edgeworth while he described one of his encounters. "I've heard of that manner of monster a few times before. Nothing can really be trusted when it comes to nightshift." Not even familiar faces, if the stories were to be believed.

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

"M. Edgeworth, you and I should talk again sometime. I think we might have many things to share." His smile was genuine enough, even if he was underneath all nerves. He thought that he might easily come to like Miles Edgeworth. Normally he was quite good at making friends, but that wasn't coming as easily here. Already he'd made one bad judgement he knew of. He was dreading the dinner shift where he'd be trapped in his room with his roommate, whom he'd just been told was a very dangerous man, not to be trusted.

"That is truly disturbing," Armand told Roy. "I can't think what the ones controlling this possibly hope to gain by having us demoralized and untrusting of even one another. If they simply wanted to keep us bottled up, they need not let us out of our rooms at night." That was hardly an original thought, but then something else occurred to him. "It is possible, I suppose, that the unusual power our captors have over us here is the result of some bargain that requires Dr. Landel and his staff to let us out to try to find some solution to this trap but doesn't prevent them using their creatures and other powers to make it as hard as possible for us to make use of our temporary freedom."

[high-prosecutor.livejournal.com]

"We should," Edgeworth said, nodding at the Frenchman. "Sometime tomorrow or the next day? I'm meeting with a friend at breakfast, but I'm free after that."

"That is an interesting theory," Edgeworth said, tapping a finger against his right temple. "I can see why they would want to have us not trust each other; that leads to groups splitting apart. People are easier to pick off if they're alone at night."

He saw his nurse moving over out of the corner of one eye, but chose to ignore her presence for now; she would come over if it was time to leave.

"I'm more concerned about the apparent death of the man on the radio, personally. If someone outside the institute's law, as it were, could be killed so easily, what does that say about the rest of us?"

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

Armand's theory seemed a little convoluted, but that didn't mean that it was wrong. Landel had a fondness for being grandiose, after all, so who knew how the man's logic ran.

The topic of the radio man's death made Roy tune in with some further interest. While he wasn't as attached to "Jack" as some of the others, that didn't mean that he was going to completely ignore what had happened.

"If he wanted us dead, we'd already be there," he pointed out. "That's not his main goal, I don't think, but he doesn't seem to care if a few patients get killed in the process of whatever his goals are. It seems that pride is what spurred him to murder rather than anything else." The two men obviously had a history, so Roy wouldn't be surprised if there was a lot more to the rivalry than they were privy to.

As if on cue, the intercom went off and Landel's voice boomed through the Sun Room. "Well," he said, getting to his feet, "it was nice to speak to both of you. I'll be looking forward to hearing from you," he finished, glancing to Armand. With that, he went to meet the nurse who would be escorting him back to his room for dinner.