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damned_institute2008-05-24 06:58 pm
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- yuber,
- zelos,
- zexion,
- zoro
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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She wasn't bluffing; even if immobilized, with some effort she could cast Photon. Not if she was being held in a way that snapping something important would take less than a second, but under other circumstances she could defend herself more than the girl knew.
However, she'd had enough of this. "Regardless, I don't know what else I can tell you. I suggest you find an old teammate of mine; he died before he was brought here as well. His name is Zelos Wilder; he has long, bright red hair, and I'm sure he'll be happy to talk to you." Thrilled, actually...
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Still, the princess perked up when Raine told her about this Zelos guy. Someone else like Hokuto - maybe she could wrangle some good information out of him. "Ah. I will," she replied. "And it's called soul commutation."
Might as well throw the woman a bone for telling her about someone who knew more than she did about the stuff.
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Having said her piece, she got back to her book; though she wasn't quite as oblivious to the world as she appeared, she also trusted that Alita wouldn't attack her with so many "vultures" around.
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If Raine started talking about soul commutation, that exorcist might remember that Falis wasn't in her own body. The last thing she needed was that information getting around. The princess tucked her feet up underneath her and leaned into the arm of the couch, rubbing her ribs a bit.
Damned woman.