Day 32: Sun Room (4th Shift)

[screwthegods]

It was rare that Homura's nurse try to persuade him to a scheduled activity, but then, it was rare that Homura didn't go. But the demi-god had plans, and the poor woman had little other choice but to leave in a huff as he once again settled himself near the bulletin board in the Sun Room.

His conversation with Kenren the previous shift had left the demi-god with a lingering sense of anxiety. Perhaps it was something only those from his own world could do, but none the less, he was all the more ready for night to begin now. Goals and memories, the truth of his past and the possibility of the future: all thoughts lingering on the forefront of his mind, more than enough motivation to move forward.

Impatience was something of a rush for an immortal, he'd discovered. Homura liked the feeling, the excitement even before he had arrived in this prison. And now while he waited, he savored it again, a yearning that shone so much brighter than the boredom of Heaven.

[Waiting for History Club Q&A time.]

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[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

“No, not far at all. I can get them there, no problem.”

He was only at the end of the hall, which made things easier. It shouldn’t take too long to finish that stuff up (dinner was a quiet affair these days), and it wasn’t as though he would be in a rush to meet anyone after that. Ojou hadn’t gotten in contact with him, so Ren figured she was doing her own thing again.

Waving his hand dismissively, the servant smiled. “It’s okay, it’s my pleasure.” He had no need to add his name to the list of people expecting a weapon from these… alchemists, no matter the circumstances. It wasn’t in him to use one, not after being one.

[muted-flame.livejournal.com]

While it was surprising for someone to make such an offer without any sort of price, Roy knew that he had done the same thing himself for quite a few people; he remembered the shocked looks of those he had made weapons for when he'd told them they didn't need to give him anything in return.

Still, it wasn't something he expected from others, and yet he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, he smiled to Ren and nodded. "Thank you very much, then. I promise I'll do my best to make sure those maps go to good use. And if it ever turns out that you do need anything, please let me know."

[littlestrawdoll.livejournal.com]

He'd been lucky to avoid any major trouble so far, not enough that he'd needed to burden others by being unable to take care of himself, and Ren hoped it'd stay that way for a while. A few favours, trades, that sort of thing was normal, but Ren would rather not get into deep beyond that. It wasn't the idea of relying on others that bothered him, just being idle and ineffectual enough that he'd need to.

"That's great. It'd be nice to get them out to the newest prisoners, considering how out of sorts they must be," said Ren. Not to mention that the best scenario would be everyone having an up-to-date copy, though new areas popping up made that hard. He got up, giving a polite bow. "And I will, thanks. I won't keep you, then."

Looked like dinner was coming up on them fast, anyway.