damned_institute | Day 35: Bus 1

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Day 35: Bus 1

Sanji woke up groggily to find his nurse already in his room. He gave a sleepy and half-hearted "Buh?" before realizing that nurse meant dayshift, and he'd fallen asleep after dinner.

"Shit!" He sat up abruptly, which gave his nurse a start. "Nami-swan!" How had he allowed himself to sleep through an entire night? What if she'd tried to return to the basement? What if she'd been waiting for him to appear and protect her? He'd let her down!

"There, there. Calm down." His nurse set a familiar flannel shirt down on the bed and Sanji eyed it with confusion. The last time he'd worn that had been... "Sorry I didn't knock or anything, but I was so excited~!" A pair of jeans followed the shirt. "Today is the field trip into town! Aren't you looking forward to it?"

The chef had to admit, the town had been an interesting enough place the last time he'd been. If he could find Nami early on he might even be able to lead her around... So he didn't complain too much as he changed into the other outfit (which he really wished they'd let him keep - anything was better than the regular gray) and was led out to the first of the buses.

He took a seat near the front, hopefully easily visible to any of his crew - especially to a certain member of his crew.

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Takaya shrugged, intending to make a non-commital sound to what seemed to be plans for the most boring day ever, but someone had other ideas.

"What was avalible in the bookstore?" Godfuckingdamnitalltomotherfuckinghell!

Armand smiled to have found at last something that interested Takaya. "No history to speak of, not that I found. Cheap novels, romances, children's books. But it is a slightly better selection than I hear they have at the Institute."

He sipped at the juice, trying to keep aware of the bumps in the road so he didn't end up wearing it. "Do you like to read?"

Opening his mouth to say that no,he certainly di not like to read proved fruitless. He didn't have command of his vocal cords any longer.

With a look of horror, he heard his voice respond. "It passes the time and the shit they have at the hospital blows." How... that dick! Kagetora was making him look like a dork now. Of course, the fact that Kagetora actually did like to read ... fuck. Now he was going to spend all goddamned day in a bookstore.

"You said you were looking for somewhere to do much of nothing. Few people bother a man with a book in his lap." He grinned and finished the small juice box. How did they expect them to survive all day on only this?

Armand wasn't pay much attention to Takaya's facial expression, since he was consciously keeping his eyes aside or down.

"I was hoping to see my roommate. According to the bulletin board, he has an interesting meeting scheduled today."

Kagetora, exerting a bit more control now that he was somewhat interested, sat up a bit straighter. He hated how Takaya slouched.

"Oh? There's a lot of people meeting up for business or pleasure today. Are you?"

"I don't have any specific plans, no. I just have a few vague hopes to run into certain people."

Armand didn't catch onto the signals that he was now speaking to someone different. He was too relieved to have moved past the tension of their first exchanges. Talking to some people withouth offending them or provoking them could be very difficult sometimes.

"I hope these idiot nurses let my night partner stay home today. He has a broken collar bone."

A snort escaped,a very 'Takaya' expression. "They probably patched him up, and told him to take care before shoving him on a bus. They seem to not take into account just how serious some of the wounds could be.

"They see things far differently here than we do," he pointed out.

"He was hurt two nights ago, trying to protect me from a monster. The people on the bulletin board said it was an alien. Are there such things?"

That didn't mitigate his worry much. Morrison had no business walking around town with a broken collar bone. He needed to sit and rest. Perhaps he'd end up at the bookstore.

"Are the staff even human?" he added, allowing his unguarded thoughts to come out his mouth. "I hate them so much."

With a shrug, he shook his head. "I don't know. Never thought about it.

"I suppose they're at least as human as I am." This was said with a slight twist of the lips that could have been a smile, though it was unclear even to himself if this was a sentiment of his own, or Takaya's rising to the surface.

Now Armand turned to stare at the young man beside him. "You're not human? I don't understand." Like the nurses, he looked perfectly normal to Armand, but he had never seen Takaya at night so who knows if he was something different then. "I'm as ordinary as dirt myself. Human and far too fallible."

Kagetora turned to level a half amused, half annoyed look at Armand, his eues shining gold in the light from the windows as his pupils contracted into neat slits. "I said that they were at least as human as I am. I said nothing about not being human."

Shrugging, he smirked. "Human's are all like that though, as are the things the staff become. Mortal, fallible, and easily put down. What does it matter?"

"Paired with the question I just asked, it was an easy assumption to make," Armand retorted. "Most humans don't find the things the staff become to have much in common with us, especially in the 'easily put down' category." He watched Takaya's eyes now, suddenly feeling as if he were looking at a predator. Weren't they dark before? He wasn't at all sure, since he'd been trying so hard not to be too confrontational.

"If you're not so easy to defeat, then explain your attitude about fighting."

As soon as he said that, Armand groaned. He hadn't gone there, had he? Where was his self-control today? Or at all lately. Nothing for it but to keep a straight face until the end.

At that, he laughed softly. It was either laugh, or tear off Armand's face, and Kagetora knew which was preferable in the long run. "Everyone here, everyone that doesn't bow down before the supposed might of Landel, is weak. Easy to defeat."

What would Takaya say here? "I told you why I fight. I fight, because it passes the time, and because one can learn a lot from a good fight."

"So surrendering would make us strong? In what world does that make sense?" He turned away, prepared to ignore this nonsense. Maybe Takaya was actually deranged. That would explain a lot about this conversation.

"So who was it who taught you such a great lesson last night, eh?"

"No. Surrendering makes you stupid." Kagetora leaned back in the seat, thinking. "I'm simply saying that one can learn a great deal about how to survive and can even grow stronger when faced with adversity." He wasn't even pretending to be Takaya any longer.

He smiled and pointed to Logan, sitting a seat seats farther along the bus. "That man back there. The one looking rather upset by life in general."

"There's nothing wrong with that statement as such, but it doesn't fit with your previous arguments. Resisting Landel makes us weak, you said. How is that?"

He did turn in his seat enough to see Logan. The man looked strong and ill-tempered, but no scarier than many others at the Institute. Armand wondered how he'd managed to break Takaya's arm. Brute strength?

"You were the one that said you were weak and falliable. I was agreeing with you, and expanded that to say that humans are generally all like that. I explained the fact that I and many like myself are easy to defeat because we resist Landel, which, in turn, weakened us because he did so."

Kagetora did not appriciate having to explain the conversation he'd just had with this man. He'd assumed he'd been paying attention.

His smile was far from friendly. "Surly you've noticed that working with this place means greater power given, while resisting causes more difficulty." He wondered if Armand was simply .... naieve, or if he really was as dense as he seemed.

Armand sighed. "People were brought here randomly. Those with power were weakened before they had a chance to resist or not. There is no way to work with this place. Landel doesn't want our help with anything. We're his toys."

"I haven't seen anyone gain greater power through their own actions. I've seen people tricked and lied to and outright killed. Whether or not we're chasing after Landel's tokens or not." The shield that Morrison had stuck in Armand's mind. They were likely not the only ones with that prize now. It's value had diminished for being hidden. Citan was wrong not to share, and now it was likely too late for them to benefit from its use now.

Kagetora sighed and shook his head. "It's not terribly important," he said,waving a hand. "Forget I said anything about it."

He sat quietly for a moment.... quickly growning bored. A few ideas presented themselves for his entertainment: he could allow Takaya back, but the teenager would probably just sit here and sulk. Or.... He smiled again.

"How long have you been here and where are you originally from? I'm afraid I haven't been paying attention and only know what Takaya has shared with me." He could hear said young man sputter and start shouting in their mind and his smile widened.

Armand wasn't sure he trusted that smile, but he returned it anyway. "I've been here about a week and a half. I'm originally from France, though I've lived in England for a few years."

Then he caught something he almost missed. "Wait? I thought you said you were Takaya."

"Interesting. Time does move in such interesting ways here..."

Smile still in place, much like how a large predator might smile after spotting something that might make a light snack, He shook his head. "I certainly said nothing of the sort." The shouting was growing louder, but Kagetora ignored him. "I don't generally just give out my name like that."

"I told you my name. It hardly seems fair to be talking to someone without at least that much courtesy."

Armand turned to watch out the window. From what this person who was not Takaya said, he didn't want him to see into his eyes so easily. "Though tis true that it feels much longer than that." His hand went to the glass of the window. "Wasn't it fall last week? October perhaps?" Now the foliage was fully green and vibrant.

"Far be it from me to be seen as anything less than fair." What fun was it if he didn't play along? "My name is Kagetora."

Eyes flashing in the lgith from outside, he tilted his head as he considered the surroundings. "What do you suppose the people in town would say to such a notion? Would they notice?" He was honestly interested in what Armand thought. Nothing like bouncing ideas ~~and rocks~~ off of others.

"You don't have to mock me. I could have just as easily said polite, or simply refused to talk to you any further." Armand's tone was as frosty as he could make it.

"Like the nurses and orderlies, I don't think they'd seem to notice or brush it off. They'd insist it was months ago. The poor patients were remembering wrong. No matter that nearly all of us remember the same thing."

"If you want sullen silence, you may as well be sitting beside Takaya."

He thought about that. ""Of course, this implies that the town itself is completely under the thumb of Landel and one begins to wonder just how far one must go to escape."

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