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damned_institute2008-05-24 06:58 pm
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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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"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.