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screwthegods ([personal profile] screwthegods) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-07-30 09:03 am

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.

[identity profile] outtokillhim.livejournal.com 2008-08-06 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
She didn't need to keep repeating herself. He'd already quite cleverly divined that she was busy. What ate at him was the presence of the circles. There were few alchemists in this place that she could have been working with, and she didn't like the prospects of any of them creating an unholy alliance, quite frankly. (Perhaps that 'crimson bomber' guy who he'd seen lurking about once or twice. Envy could handle him as an enemy, as he was so easily manipulated to switch sides so long as the promise of bloodshed was given, and Envy could give appeal to that instinct with pleasure.)

"Doing what? Bedding alchemists and slipping notes under their pillows like the good old days?"

He vented and rolled his eyes flippantly. She could assume all she wanted of his activities.

"Your point is my point. You first." He could draw out her hollow threats all day if he needed to. Just so long as he figured out what was going on with her and the mystery alchemist.

And... she just had to threaten him with Gluttony. Envy didn't harbor seething hatred for the oaf, but he certainly didn't enjoy his company. Perhaps because, like Wrath, he was the kind of personality that needed comfort and sympathy in order to be manipulated, and Envy just wasn't good at being attentive like was needed. Lust had miraculously found a tolerance for him somehow, and now had a waddling pet at her heel.

Oh well. A useless trait. Envy's preferred methods of persuasion drew in deadlier allies.