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damned_institute2008-04-11 09:28 am
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Entry tags:
- aidou,
- 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]
no subject
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.