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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[youlackmascara.livejournal.com]

Homura was possibly the first reasonable person Itachi had spoken to here. A leader of obvious strength, one of the few he might be willing to follow. Itachi recognized the need to work with others to destroy the institution, but he saw no reason to follow orders if they did not coincide with his own goals. There would be no purpose otherwise. Homura, though. . . his "club" was precisely what was required in this place.

Itachi nodded in agreement with Kunzite's interest. "Your goals match perfectly with mine. I have no use for heroes; they will accomplish nothing here. I am willing to work with your organization."

[notachick.livejournal.com]

The group seemed to be getting quite a bit larger and Okita sat back a little, studying the newcomers. One was limping and it seemed to be something he had grown accustommed to, meaning it was a long-standing injury. Unfortunate. They'd have to test them, each of them, and fast. Looking to Homura, Okita leaned over and whispered into his ear, "You take the ones who came first, I'll explain to the others. Meet you tonight, hm?"

There was really no reason to do what he did other than the amusement factor of hushed tones and speaking into people's ears. Tatsunosuke always seemed to jump when he did that, but Okita had a feeling Homura would only grin. Moving back, he stood and brushed his pants off, motioning to the side like an usher showing his guests to their seats. "If the two latecomers would please follow me this way, I'd be happy to explain what you missed. Homura-san is our leader, but I do quite a bit as well."

Moving off to the side, Okita repositioned himself a bit of a ways away - close enough that Homura would still be able to hear, but far enough out of the way so as not to cause too many problems.

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