Day 35: Bus 3 (Return Trip)

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Armand wearily climbed the steps of the bus. He was less tired than cold, but it made his limbs ache. He hoped they'd actually make it back to the Institute before dark this time. He hadn't seen either Citan or Morrison in town, so he kept an eye out for either one climbing back  into the bus. He still wondered if Morrison had been able to rest today instead of coming to town. Other than a lunch that he hadn't liked and meeting a new face or two, he wasn't sure at all what he'd gained by the day. Oh well, he was more than used to disappointment and failure.

[waiting for Citan if Fey is backish]

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"I know," Miku nodded. "I know I need to protect myself." Miku looked down at her hands and wondered if shedding blood, even to protect herself, was the same as bottling a spirit's Malice in her camera. She thought of the terrible man whose sword she'd hidden inside her mattress, trying to harm her.

Sousuke's horrible cries of pain while he told her to run ahead.

The stupid wheelchair he shouldn't have been in. Miku pursed her lips. "What do you suggest I do, then?"

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That was easier than Sano had thought it would be. Looking over at Miku, he wondered if maybe he'd hit another nerve he hadn't meant to that time. He hadn't seen Sousuke that day, but Sanosuke suddenly thought that he wouldn't be surprised if the guy was really hurt.

"Hey." He'd meant to comfort her, but then Miku shot back not with something that seemed a lot more like determination than pain. It was a good look that Sano approved of, and with a sigh he rested his head on the back of the seat. "If certain people were here, I could tell you pretty easily. But the thing you've got to do is start training. Learn how to use a weapon or something. You don't have to be a master at it. Just good enough to keep yourself from getting killed or seriously hurt."

About the only guy teaching in the prison that Sano knew of was Okita, and like hell was he referring Miku to that guy. "There a bunch of kids who don't look all that strong around here, but who keep showing up. Maybe put a note up on that notice thing, and ask them how they do it. A teacher might pop up or something that could help."

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Sousuke had meant to follow Miku directly onto the bus, but of course, his wheelchair proved to be a hassle. Even though he insisted that he could walk without it, the nurses and orderlies insisted on helping him onto the bus.

He wasn't happy when he finally got on it. Miku looked upset, and Sanosuke was next to her. Undoubtedly, she was being teased--again.

The sergeant moved towards the back of the bus, narrowing his eyes at Sanosuke. If he was bothering her...

Sousuke took a seat behind them, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Sanosuke. "Continue."

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"..Yeah..." Miku pursed her lips again and considered Sanosuke's words. Certainly she didn't want to always depend on Sousuke, and she was fine herself... provided the enemy wasn't tangible. Not, of course, that he would likely agree with not needing his protection. This train of thought was thrown out the window the moment Sousuke came on the bus and glared-glared-glared at Sanosuke.

"We were... just discussing about how I should best defend myself," Miku replied to Sousuke gently. "Should I ever need to, of course..."