damned_institute | Day 32: Sun Room (4th Shift)

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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.]

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Something about the older guy peering at the bulletin board caught Farfarello's attention. He was probably new, since Farfarello hadn't seen him before, so maybe it was his attitude that was so curious--he seemed more interested than angry, fearful or confused. He might be able to keep Farfarello entertained until the shift ended, even. "Hey, new guy."

His list of items to research and look into was quite a bit longer than he had originally anticipated. That was no matter, since research was one of this activities he was naturally good at. Besides, it gave him something to be social about, instead of losing himself in reminscing... though, he did like his memories. So many to go through.

Pulling his head up slowly at the call, he turned his head to regard the person greeting him and managed a pleasant smile. "Hello," he replied and scribbled down a few more notes before pulling himself free of the many slips of paper. He had to pick a few off and replace them on the board. "Yes, I do believe that I'm new here to this... interesting concept. Is there something that I can help you with?"

Farfarello laughed and shook his head. "I knew it. You're a real odd duck, old man. Most new people are either furious or scared shitless. And usually it's them wanting help, not offering it."

He had been called much more vulgar names, so let this one pass him by. He supposed that most people would be rather alarmed by such a strange place, but it had the potential to be better then where he came from. Hanging there all day by ropes... not all that pleasant.

"Well, it seems so wasteful of energy to be all in a tussle about the situation. I hope to gather information before devising how I should react to it," he said simply, adjusting his glasses up his nose again before looking down at the scribbled notes. "Have you been here awhile? Oh, and just how dangerous are these monsters at night?"

Envy never could claim to be the most efficient among Dante's servants; his easy proclivity to boredom and overlooking details were blatant, which made it easy to see why even the new Lust was sent out on missions more often. He generally didn't care so much, but now that he was on his own and had to be in charge of all areas of planning, it became more of a handicap than he cared to admit. He'd spent most of the day trying to blend in and find Lyta on his own, but by the afternoon, he resigned to the need to resort to the bulletin again.

So he made it to the sun room without incident, and looked towards the bulletin board.

His mind was blank for a moment.

It didn't take quite as long to recover from shock as from the last time he saw Hohenheim in this place, perhaps fueled by his already surging rage and expectation of soon finding someone to punish. He just hadn't expected the bastard himself to show up. Right here. Among patients. Out in the open.

Envy barely stopped to think, besides to note that the only nurses in the room were on the other side and he could make it if he was fast enough. He stalked, his pace quickening. He didn't even allow Hohenheim time to take note of his approach before his hand grasped his neck and Hohenheim was slammed quickly and violently against the wall. He'd give it only one moment before the real attack commenced. Hohenheim deserved to see Envy's face before he was torn apart.

Okay, this was even more entertaining than Farfarello could have hoped! He'd seen the green-haired kid storming towards them in a blind rage, and of course the nice thing to do would have been to warn the old guy about that, but not even Artemis would describe Farfarello as 'nice'. This way was much more fun!

Farfarello covered his mouth with his hand, trying not to laugh aloud, or start chanting 'fight! fight! fight!' No, he was being a good patient, because it was daytime, and just watching quietly in 'horror'.

It took only a second for Hohenheim to register that something was not quite right in the air. It seemed colder, and by all intensive purposes, like it was shifting rapidly in his general direction. Obviously, the bulletin board was the place to be.

He found being seized by the throat a different experience, one he could only count in his distant memories occuring a few times. He tilted his head downwards to regard the familiar visage of his first-born son, his sin, his monster in disguise. The ache along his shoulders was more familiar than the hold on his throat, and he recognized that he was probably going to get hit and pretty hard. Envy had always had a strong hand when issuing some manner of punishment, one of the reasons he had stayed hidden.

Turning his head enough to catch the light from the nearby windows, he frowned at the fact his glasses appeared some kind of anti-glare film. It blocked the channel of light as his glasses normally did, meaning his main alchemic medium was dampened. That did not stunt his powers too much, and he would regret this... but, it was not yet time to be beaten to death by his enraged sin.

He tried to think of something to say, drawing back to the advice that both Trisha and Dante had told him. They were alway so much better at speaking, and he found a sort of brief awkward silence fall as he stared down at the green-haired young man holding him. His brain of providing him with a few formulas and angles Envy might hit at, but it seemed lacking of anything truly inspiring to say.

He had to try; Trisha always told him that the effort would be seen. So, he had to try before Envy hit him. "Oh, good afternoon, my son... you're here too?"

He felt a sense of intense lameness fall over him as he analyzed the words. That was probably the wrong thing to say, he told himself.

It hit Envy with a sense of forboding to note how very calm Hohenheim seemed about this. But then, why not? This was his institute, after all, wasn't it? Oh, shit, he probably had something ridiculously ballsy planned if he was parading himself in the open. That as what Envy got for not thinking before he charged, but he'd never been good at planning ahead. He had been good at dealing death quickly. But he couldn't let Hohenheim's death come too quickly. It had to be painful and slow. But then, if he didn't do it now, it might really be his last chance... Damn it!

But he still had that calm fatherly facade on that he had used on the visitor shift. And now he was pretending to be a patient... That smug bastard was still trying to fuck with him.

He squeezed Hohenheim's neck harder and muttered sardonically, "Quite fine, daddy dear." He used Hohenheim's own weight against him to throw him to the floor, and he hoped to Gate that it hurt when his head hit the ground. A nurse would come rushing in only a few seconds, so he had to enjoy this, and hopefully make it damaging. He rested his foot on Hohenheim's neck, putting on a heavy pressure, but not quite ready to crush.

"You came back," He said, "The one nice thing you ever did for me." He grinned darkly, allowing a moment for Hohenheim to speak in return. With as dear as this moment was to Envy, he needed it to be at least a little bit poetic.

Oh, it just got better and better! It was a family drama! How sweet. Farfarello wondered how much longer he could get away with watching. Obviously he couldn't just jump into the fight, as much as he wanted to--night was only a few scant hours away, and Farfarello couldn't afford to get sedated this late in the day.

With a reluctant sigh, Farfarello looked away from the grappling men for a moment and located the nearest nurse. Raising his voice, he tried for sincerity rather than annoyance as he called, "Nurse! Need a little help over here!"

Hopefully the green-haired kid would resist when the interns came to pull him off his daddy. That would keep the fun going just a little longer.

While he was certain the reply was nothing but sarcastic malice, Hohenheim was actually pleased that he managed to get words from his son in the first place. He thought for certain that this would come down to action rather than words, so he had obviously done something right. It was difficult to tell with his first-born at times though, and it had been so very long since they had interacted with each other.

His whimsical drift to the past was abruptly cut off as he was thrown to the floor. He was no physical fighter and landed quite hard on the floor, but he somehow managed to hit on the softer points of his body without too much damage. Perhaps a little bruising?

Finding his golden eyes regarding Envy quietly, he lifted a hand to adjust his glasses on his nose. He frowned slightly to the words before the theories began to make a run through his mind.

Again? He had been here before? Was he now having a distinct loss of memory or could it be that not only there were parallel worlds and realities, but there was some form of alchemy or technology that could drag entire people through time and space? It would surely require higher technology, but the laws governed by the existence of the Gate would be marred as well. Still, what if all these people were from different points in time and reality?

Still, he needed more information. "Back? I've been here before? Was I in the same form and capacity?" He had to consider that this was a demented form of Envy's dislike for him as well. "You are looking well, though," he finally managed, of the thinking that he should not rifle off on devising such theories so fast. Envy was here to greet him afterall.

Envy tensed as the patient Hohenheim had been conversing with called for a nurse. Damn it. He had to be quick and just crush his throat; stomp his skull in, break everything he could! Something stayed his strike as he listened to what had to be Hohenheim's last words, perhaps the fear of hastening this great moment.

He sneered, gritting his teeth as Hohehnehim somehow still managed to be calm about this. That bastard! That complacent bastard! He did have this planned didn't he? Everything in Envy's body twitched. Hohenheim was counting on him not being able to kill him. For whatever reason... That just set him off.

He gave the bastard a strong kick in the ribs.

"Stop playing!" He shouted, descending onto Hohenheim with a punch to the face that shattered his glasses satisfyingly, though it cut up Envy's hand quite a bit as well. He kneeled and gathered up the man's shirt in his fists, shaking hard, "You think you can just fuck with me that easily? Well you can't! I'm not like Alphonse and Edward. I won't fall for your bullshit. I'm better than they are! I'm better than all of you!"

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