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Day 32: Sun Room (4th Shift)
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.]
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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Beatrix raised a hand to rub her temple because there was suddenly just too much stupid around her and it was hurting her brain. This man was a tribal reclusive moron; even people from third world nations knew what the hell cars were even if they couldn't afford one. She was half tempted to ask Zoro if he even knew what a wheel was.
"A car is a compact metal carriage on rubber wheels that runs without horses, or other beasts of burden, pulling it. It is a ground transport that will seat two to six people depending on its size and instead of the horses pulling it, it has an engine inside that simulates the strength of anywhere from one hundred to four hundred horses."
She raised an eyebrow at Zoro. "If you don't know what an engine is, I can't explain that well enough for you to understand so you'll have to go look it up in the library. I'm sure there's an encyclopedia somewhere in there."
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He didn't like how much that sounded like Luffy in his head but had to admit to himself that he most likely wouldn't have understood a more comprehensive explanation. Not if he wasn't interested, anyway. His only comfort was that the chef wasn't quite around to hear him admit as much.
Zoro didn't like the look she was giving him, it reminded him too much of Nami when the navigator was reminding Zoro of how much, exactly, he owed her and the why, when, where, and what of the deal he never really remembered agreeing too. Only this look had less thought of debt and more of a "are you stupid?" question about it.
Eyebrow quirking, Zoro scratched the back of his head before shaking it in annoyance. "Nah, never mind. Forget I asked..."
And then a thought struck him. "Oh, wait. Is that like that thing that brought us into town?" The description was a little fuzzy, but Zoro thought it could fit if he mentally squinted enough.
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"Cars are generally smaller than that. If they take us to town again, there's a place there that sells cars so you could take a look at all the different kinds," she added on.
She was about to ask Zoro what he did on the ship, something to explain his idiocy, when her attention was drawn to the screaming of a short blonde girl being accosted by... Mion? That didn't seem right, but low and behold, there was her green-haired teenage ward hurting the girl. The Bride was concerned, as it didn't seem in Mion's nature to do so (at least not in broad sight of the staff) and was about to go over and demand what was going on when the nurses swarmed in and sedated Mion.
Beatrix sighed. That had been uncalled for and the girl was going to have to answer for her indiscretion. She didn't care so much that there had been violence, as long as there had been a reason, but she did care about the stupidity of doing so during the day. Sedation severely hampered a budding assassin's ability to learn after all. The girl needed to learn to control her emotions better.
"So, what do you and your crew do? Shipping company?"
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There was the girl Arlene was watching but before Zoro could work up ample curiosity to ask about it-- especially since the girl had been sedated-- he found he had another question to answer instead.
Zoro chuckled, the first time during the conversation that he'd had an outright change of demeanor. He hadn't exactly done it on purpose but he found too much humor in the question to not crack a grin.
"Sometimes," He answered, grin still full on his face. "But that's not it. We're pirates."
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That explained it. Zoro was a reject from the cast of Disneyland's Pirates of the Caribbean ride. Maybe he and his merry crew of cutthroat swashbucklers belonged in this insane asylum. Perhaps he'd just consumed so much rum in his life it practically flowed through his veins instead of blood. That would explain the stupidity.
"I see. Must be pretty hard work these days given people don't carry their wealth around in large chest anymore since banks have become commonplace and electronic money transfers mean no one has to carry briefcases full of money around anymore," the Bride said, not betraying her thoughts at the ridiculousness of it all. "But then again, what do I know, being the humble mother I am, though I do agree that dead men tell no tales."
She raised an eyebrow. "How is Tortuga these days or are you the kind that prefers to spend your riches in high class in Port Royal?"
Pirates... ridiculous.
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The grin was still on his face but Zoro shook his head lightly, leaving the interpretation of the action up to Arlene. He wasn't going to tell people what to think. If they believed him then fine but it was no issue to him if they didn't.
"Sorry, never heard of those places." His eyebrows raised high up on his forehead as if saying 'a humble mother, huh?', Zoro's eyes had a sardonic glint to them. So if Arlene knew what pirates were... maybe there were just so few in her world that she couldn't believe that there were anymore? It made as much sense as anything else he could think of. "We sail the Grand Line." Having asked people repeatedly if the name rang any bells, Zoro was almost sure he'd get the same "no" this time around and so decided not to ask. Instead, he said: "You have pirates where you're from then?"
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"Pirates where I'm from have mostly become romanticized by weak willed women that want some burly man to come seize them and drag them onto the sea for high adventures forgetting that most pirates, throughout history, were of low morals and more inclined to rape the woman or sell her off than give her grand adventures," she stated.
"The actual pirates that exist where I'm from are more high tech than the ones from tales. They use the internet and more guile than force to take what they want, usually without leaving a trail behind them if they're good. The steal programs, blueprints and ideas now, not so much riches of gold, silver and jewels. Some cargo transports get hit but that's more of an act of terrorism than piracy." She shrugged a little. "Different eras. This isn't the seventeen century anymore."
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"Easy pickings... it's not really our crew's thing." Zoro answered with another grin. It was the honest truth; the Straw Hat recruitment process was rarely ever easy on them or on the poor idiot Luffy chose to drag on board.
Eras? With a slight tilt of his head, Zoro took her words into consideration. More guile than force, huh. "Your world is odd."
The shift was winding down, Zoro could sense it in the the way the nurses moved about the room and in how his bearings alerted him to the late hour. He, frankly, didn't have much to say about the shift change, hating the routine but not hating it enough to put effort into feeling strongly about anything. But there was the evening to look forward to at least, and Zoro silently realized that he'd forgotten what Luffy's room number was. Again.
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She still did live in it and would continued, she realized, until she got out of this place, located her daughter and made sure her wards made it safely back home. Until then, she would need to keep killing any and all that stood firmly in her way.
"Very few can survive in it," she continued. "It's very harsh when you get down to the marrow of it." And there were the nurses moving into position. Soon the intercom would go off. "Don't get yourself eaten anytime soon, Zoro," she said. "You're interesting." If a bit stupid. She started toward the doors a couple seconds before the intercom went off, not bothering to look back at the man.