damned_institute | Day 34: Lunch

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Day 34: Lunch

Yuffie bounced all the way through collecting her lunch, all the way to a good seat- one with a nice view of the whole cafeteria, which was something she'd been missing out on during the past day or so that she'd been stuck in the Institute- and hell, she even bounced into her seat.

A good mood? No, really?

Despite the occasional blip, talking to Sagara had been awesome. He was a fun guy; he wasn't a prude, didn't have a stick shoved so far up his ass it was poking out his eyeballs, and he'd actually had a conversation with her. One that hadn't revolved around doom, gloom or how much life sucked. If she could find other people like that and keep in touch with Sagara, maybe there was a little hope for this place.

After a quick gulp of pink lemonade, Yuffie settled to munching through her food and keeping an eye on the door.

[Waiting for Dean, I think? :x]

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"How do you--well, I read about one. They seemed violent. Are the others like that?"

"I don't know about what they do or anything," he said. "Just that some of them are more organized and less .... fucked-up than the others." A small part of Takaya really wanted to join up with a group, but he knew it wouldn't really work.

Tony sighed. "I guess I'll have to ask them myself, but I still doubt they'd want me around." He couldn't let go of that expectation. It had been ingrained him for too long.

Takaya fought down the urge to hit the kid next to him. "Why the fuck not? You're not a total asshole like me, you look and seem pretty fucking normal. Get over it kid. They always want bodies. They fucking offer it every god damn day."

"I seem normal to you?"

"Yeah." A weird question.

"Nobody else has ever thought so. Even Granny was afraid of us sometimes."

Blinking, Takaya settled back in his chair, fixing Tony with an incredulous stare. "You think... that I wouldn't see you as normal? Fuck, have you taken a look around? You are one of the more normal people here!"

"I see people who look more normal than I do," Tony said carefully. "How can I know anything else about them? I've only met two people, and you both have bad attitudes and funny eyes."

Said funny eyes narrowed. "Let me give you the run down then. If you weren't human or human-shaped before you got here, then there's a group of people for you. If you have special abilities, magic, or can, I don't know, read minds, there's a group of people for you. If you have the ability to fucking crush a guys skull with a thought, than there's a group of people for you. If you're pissy with funny fucking eyes, there's no group for you because we're all bastards. But at least we're not alone. You. Are. Normal. The only way that you would not be fucking normal in a place like this is if you were that asswipe Landel. There's only one of him."

"Magic..." Tony echoed softly. "I suppose you could call it magic. Tia does. Do you do anything beside try to get people to hate you?"

He kept mostly looking at Takaya, but now his glances to the sides at the other patients were more inquiring.

"This place screws with your abilities or magic or whatever. If it's not gone, it might as well be." Takaya shrugged. "And here, all I can do is piss people off." He smirked slightly. "Only thing I'm good for now."

All his power was gone here. He could remember wishing it away back home, but it would have come in handy here."

"I'm sure you're good for something." Like sticking your finger in a dike in Holland. "Maybe that's why I don't know time it is."

"Yeah. Meat sheild" Takaya knew exactly what he was worth here.

"Nobody knows what time it is here," he said. "Times all fucked up here. Ask anyone, staff,patient, whatever, for the time and you won't get anything more useful than a 'morning' or 'afternoon' or 'lunch time' out of 'em. No one can agree on the date either. And time moves weird here too. It's different for everyone."

So it might not even be that they'd done something to him, his time sense could just be messed up. "I always knew what time it was. And Tia never forgot anything."

"Look around. You see any clocks? You see any calanders?" He gestured to a nurse. "Go on, ask her for the time. You may have been able to do all sorts of interesting things back home, but here you get used to being less than you were pretty fucking fast."

"Will you stuff a sock in it? Or calm down or something?" Tony's soup was gone. He supposed he was full. "I don't see any clocks or calendars, but I used to be able to see one in my head all the time. It was always right." He sighed. "You're tiring."

"Nice to know my ability to annoy people is still in top form," Takaya said, turning away to look down at the table again. "You're welcome to leave you know."

"Where would I go?"

"Any place where my terrible personality won't tire you anymore," he shot back.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Oh please, it's your attitude. You can curb it."

"I haven't hit you yet," Takaya pointed out. "And I'm sure the mass of roommates I've had would tell you that this is polite for me."

At least it was still Takaya speaking. If Kagetora ... no. He wouldn't even think about it.

Tony narrowed his eyes. "I recommend you keep your hands to yourself around me. Even with what they may have done to us, I bet I'm tougher than I look." Not to mention, Tony was taller, even if he was skinny.

"Fuck you. I wasn't going to try anything," he snapped. "Just making a point. And you get to put your and your 'tough-guy' act to the test tonight. Let me know how that goes."

"What makes you think I'll want to talk to you again?"

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