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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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She stepped in between the three, facing the the young female patient. "We would prefer everyone take responsibility for themselves and walk away until they feel they can resolve their conflicts peacefully," she said firmly. "I trust you are all capable of doing this?"
The violence hadn't started up again--but she was ready with a syringe just in case something broke out.
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"We can talk as soon as possible, promise." He was looking at Diva, but his words were for both her and Armand. He hoped the older man understood that.
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It wasn’t what Diva wanted or needed. Why did no one understand that.
This ‘Chevalier’ was even more of a wretch than the other one had been, what with only paying her half a mind when at least the other had outright refused. Treating her on level with a human was unacceptable. Amshel would have known that. Solomon would have paid her attention as she desired. James would have had eyes only for her. Carl would have killed anyone for dare speaking down to her. And Nathan would have treated her like the dear princess he wished to see in her.
All of these humans around her… she’d kill every last one of them one day! She’d done it before! She would bathe in their blood all over again, content with drinking away their sin and making them pay for the harm they’d done.
“No!” bellowed the Chiropteran, and it was an outmost refusal to everything and anything that was standing in her way. Perhaps what enraged her most of all was the use of the word 'promise.' Lies, all of it. Her eyes lit up with a blue battle glow as she stared into the face of the female nurse… but when she lunged, it was to the side, her elbow cocked for an orderly’s solar plexus. She knew it as the most unfun place, the place for quick deaths.
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Armand's head whipped around to watch Bridget. "Bridget, don't get involved. Just walk away," he ordered the child, again trying to keep his voice as stern as possible. Somehow he knew he wouldn't be obeyed. He didn't like knowing that the girl was setting herself up for punishment, but there wasn't anything he could do about that either. It was her own choice.
His one hand holding his plate trembled with his own suppressed anger as his attention returned to the girl attacking the orderly. Why did this have to happen? But if he could keep himself and Bridget out of trouble, then he'd done his job. He just didn't think he'd be able to.
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The nurse moved quickly as the other orderly attempted to restrain young Miss Danielle. It would only require a swift prick of the needle to sedate the girl. Poor thing. She was clearly troubled, but the nurse had no other choice if she was going to insist on causing physical harm.
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He shouldn't be feeling so protective over someone he didn't know like this. He shouldn't be courting sedation and injury by jumping into the fray, so why was he? What had happened?
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She wouldn’t stop fighting because she couldn’t. She couldn’t make it easy.
They’d robbed her of everything, after all, from her children to her own Chevaliers. They’d let her come to harm. She’d kill them all for it.
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They only needed to keep the patient steady for the split second it took for the nurse to administer the sedative. The tranquilizer worked fast; the girl would be subdued in seconds.
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Bridget couldn't help but take a few steps towards her though in an attempt to do something.