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Day 34: Breakfast
[starting off in M13]
The last part of the night was little more than a blur in Homura's mind. The men had rushed in, but not joined them, instead staying off to themselves. Before any of them had a chance to react, however, a voice sounded through the air, mocking some other person Homura had never heard of, and the patients themselves.
To Homura, whoever that man was, he sounded a great deal like a god.
But before he could ask questions, the demi-god found himself no longer in the chapel, but some strange room on a bed. Is that what Kenren had meant from his earlier warning? Homura sat up, glad at least that the world didn't spin when he did so. Then the same man from before began to speak again, with a completely different tone. It was confusing to hear him talk that way, calling them patients instead of prisoners as he had before. Homura listened quietly as the announcement was made, then got out of bed.
Maybe he wouldn't have to go anywhere yet. It wasn't like Homura knew where to go anyway, and that meant he had time. If this was his room, and if he had been here as long as Kenren had said, there was a chance he could find something with answers. The Taisho had even told him that Homura had seen Rinrei. Certainly he would've written something down, made a map, something that could let him find her again! He started with the desk at the end of his bed, first finding a small stack of notebooks. Picking up the first, he flipped through, turning the pages with quickening desperation as he found each one to be blank.
The last part of the night was little more than a blur in Homura's mind. The men had rushed in, but not joined them, instead staying off to themselves. Before any of them had a chance to react, however, a voice sounded through the air, mocking some other person Homura had never heard of, and the patients themselves.
To Homura, whoever that man was, he sounded a great deal like a god.
But before he could ask questions, the demi-god found himself no longer in the chapel, but some strange room on a bed. Is that what Kenren had meant from his earlier warning? Homura sat up, glad at least that the world didn't spin when he did so. Then the same man from before began to speak again, with a completely different tone. It was confusing to hear him talk that way, calling them patients instead of prisoners as he had before. Homura listened quietly as the announcement was made, then got out of bed.
Maybe he wouldn't have to go anywhere yet. It wasn't like Homura knew where to go anyway, and that meant he had time. If this was his room, and if he had been here as long as Kenren had said, there was a chance he could find something with answers. The Taisho had even told him that Homura had seen Rinrei. Certainly he would've written something down, made a map, something that could let him find her again! He started with the desk at the end of his bed, first finding a small stack of notebooks. Picking up the first, he flipped through, turning the pages with quickening desperation as he found each one to be blank.
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Assured that everything he'd gathered the night before was stashed in a safe location, Kunzite made his way to the cafeteria, brushing past the nurse waiting for him at his door and gliding forward, his mind lost in thought.
The routine was down pat for the shitennou; grab a tray, a few plates, and obtain what would be most substantial from the buffet. He'd never had a pancake before, and so one of those made it onto his plate, along with a decent helping of eggs (he would have preferred whole ones), a few of the sausage links, and a nice pile of bread slices. Kunzite picked out a few of the healthier looking strawberries and blueberries and poured them into one of the bowls; a few glasses of water finished the meal.
The warrior slid into place at one of the tables, pulled out his journal, and began revising notes with one hand while the other unceremoniously shoved food into his face (the pancakes were decent, but not something he'd get in the future). Last night's raid was much more successful than the night before; a set of tools for himself, and the rest could go to any stragglers in the 'History Club' or to the metal pool. That is something of which I need to speak with Homura, Kunzite mused quietly, jotting this down in an illegible shorthand in his book. Perhaps, too, the chemicals, though I don't have much need for any kind of powders or potions that might be concocted with them.
The question which rang in his mind: What now? Putting the pen down on the book, he chewed a bit longer than usual on one of the smaller strawberries. I still need to find a way out of this place...I know being properly armed is the first step, but... His mind trailed, and for the first time in a while Kunzite was unable to properly strategize his next course of actions.
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Ami woke up with an icy feeling in her stomach. The last thing she remembered was taking the chemicals from the laboratory.
Leaning over and looking under her bed, Ami was relieved to see they had been stashed there, safe and sound. Now what to do with them, she wondered. The thought was quickly pushed aside as Ami realised it was morning. Breakfast. Unless she's asleep, Usagi doesn't miss breakfast! With hope in her heart, Ami almost ran to the cafeteria.
Only to be disappointed. Usagi was nowhere to be seen. Trying to push away the overwhelming feeling of despair that was washing over her, Ami took a deep breath and piled pancakes on her plate. She's just asleep, that's all it is, she tried to tell herself. She's missed breakfast in here before.
Looking around, Ami scowled when she realised that the only seat available was opposite a certain enemy. Although maybe he's seen Usagi.... She made her way over to where Kunzite sat. "May I sit here?" she asked politely, trying not to balk at the fact that he was a less-than-savoury breakfast partner.
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Kunzite looked up from his journal and attempted a smirk, though his mouth full of bread made it look more like a bloated grin than anything else. At least he attempted not to speak and thus spew crumbs at his guest; the warrior pointed at the seat in front of him with a nod, quickly scribbling down a few more words as he downed the final fragments of toast. A glass of water washed down any remnants of food left, allowing him to speak at last.
"It's been a while, Mercury," he said softly; though he reveled in teasing the Sailor Senshi with their alter-egos, he also knew to respect their wishes slightly and thus keep these identities secret. "How have you and the Princess been faring these last few days?" It's true that his voice was laced with condescension, but paradoxically, the man was genuinely interested in his sometime-adversaries' exploits; for all intents and purposes, they were reminders of his old home, and in a place like this it seemed far too easy to lose track of oneself.
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His question rattled her, though she didn't let it show. "As good as one can be in this place," she said warily as she shifted food around her plate. Her eyes flicked to the cafeteria entrance more than once. What had happened to her last night? Was she really starting to lose it in this place? She shook the thought off. "And yourself?" Her tone was much more polite than his had been.
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"I've been fine," Kunzite replied. "I was shuffled into a 'therapy session' with one of the doctors - Wilson, I believe his name was (here he made sure to write down the name and underline it a few times). As I expected, it was unproductive and foolish time-wasting. The last two nights, however...I've been working with Homura's 'History Club', performing petty errands to collect metal and tools for use by myself and, less importantly, the other members of the 'club'. I really have no use for such nonsense, but I've been told there are people here who can use alchemy to create weapons...so you can imagine my interest in such normally menial and degrading chores."
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Usagi....
There was no way Usagi would have left without her. Ami glanced at the door again, as if wishing for the bubbly blonde would suddenly make her appear. Worry ate at her, and she shifted food absently around her plate. Realising she'd been silent for a time, she blushed slightly and asked, "What did the doctor say to you?"
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"Foolish prattle. Though the man claimed not to be a doctor of psychiatry, he nonetheless tried to fill that role; from what I knew of the practice, he seemed to be doing it quite well. At any rate, he asked me to talk about myself, and though I described as succinctly as I could the war between my people and yours, I could see his eyes glazing over, lost, no doubt, in some realization that his 'patient' was insane." Kunzite laughed briefly at this thought, grasping for a few of the small fruit and stuffing them in his mouth as he continued. "When I got to the...endeavors I had when I was reincarnated, he attempted to ascertain why it was that I did what I did; more specifically, why my actions seemed so ambiguous and ill-defined, at least in his eyes." The warrior paused again, this time to properly chew the food in his mouth, but also to contemplate the other topic of his 'treatment' session...
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After again looking towards the door and being disappointed, she said, "So have you learnt anything interesting over the past few days?"
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Ami tried not to tell herself that the reason she had asked that was not because she wanted to meet with him during nightshift but that if anything happened to Usagi, she would be alone in here...
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Mid-chew, Kunzite looked up, slightly startled, slightly on guard; there was...another energy around here, something familiar. It was faint, however, and so he could not pinpoint why it felt so familiar with great certainty. It's not a youma, he thought, glancing at Ami with what he assumed was a telling gaze, but it's...I feel like I know this energy from somewhere. Bah, no matter...if I am meant to become acquainted with it, then I shall in due course.