Day 32: Sun Room (4th Shift)

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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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"Shame. I hear Port Royal is easy pickings for the right crew," Beatrix replied. She didn't care if Zoro believed her on the mother part or not, though the humble was pure bullshit. It was true, though, that dead men told no tales.

"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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A low opinion of pirates was something Zoro wasn't too surprised about either so her description of them only had the swordsman looking amused.

"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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Beatrix had to laugh at that, though the sound very much lacked warmth and merriment. "Indeed. My world is very odd," she said, meaning not the United States, Japan or any of the other countries she'd been to, but the world of assassins and death she lived more than half her life in.

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.